All Chapters of Ruthless Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Are we arming for war?" I asked, dropping onto the stone bench beside Tunde.He didn't look up from his silver blade. "The pack perimeter is failing, Kairo. If we do not seal the cracks, the Shadowfang clan will bleed us dry."I wanted to hunt for Nia. I wanted to drag her into my arms and never let go, but the weight of my past—the devastating truth Zuri had revealed—left me hollow and paralyzed. I feared her touch now. I feared that if she truly looked at me, she would see only the beast who had abandoned her when she needed a protector most."What is the status of Darius Crowne?" I asked, my voice strained. "Is he a wolf of his word?""He has honor," Tunde replied, his eyes reflecting the pale moonlight. "He is fair. His pack-bonds are iron. If you want to know if he will shelter your Moon Healer, yes. He would die before he allowed his kin to be harmed.""I need to be certain.""Then call him."I stood, my heart heavy. "I have a meeting with the pack elders. Ensure Nia is guarded

We pulled into the lodge, the gravel crunching under the tires of my beast of a truck. Darius Crowne stood there, silhouetted against the dark forest like a ghost in a bone-white suit. He was alone. No hidden scouts, no ambush—at least, none he wanted me to smell. He was playing the wolf of honor today."Cleaned up nicely," Kellan muttered, eyeing the lodge. The signs of the skirmish from yesterday had been erased. Even the shattered glass in the entrance was gone. Darius was desperate to impress his half-blood sister."Why are we allowing this, Kairo?" Kellan asked, his hackles raised."Stay close," I commanded Nia, brushing my lips against her knuckles. She was shivering, a fine, rhythmic tremor running through her. I couldn't blame her. This world was a meat grinder for wolves with hearts as soft as hers.We stepped out. Darius waited, his mask of indifference slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of kinship."Nia. Thank you for answering the call." His voice was a low, resonant

Lyra Ashbourne POV"Get your furry ass down from there before you snap your spine, Kaia!"I reach up, grabbing her ankle as she wobbles precariously on the stained wooden table. The scent of spilled liquor and cheap sweat hangs heavy over the Moonfang Academy graduation party, clogging my nose."Don't kill my vibe, Lyra!" Kaia throws her head back, her fangs catching the moonlight as she laughs. "We are finally done with that hellhole!""Come on, I am completely over this scene. Let's move."The whole night is a bust. I spent weeks planning to finally lose my virginity to Kieran Frostfang, the star alpha athlete of the academy, but he spent the entire night downing kegs of wolf-brew and howling at the rafters. A total caveman. Kaia sighs, stepping down from the table into the damp grass, only to instantly double over and heave her liquid diet straight into a decorative bush.I hold her hair back, grimacing as the sour stench hits my senses. Being the only Epsilon werewolf in the Ashbo

"You're glowing, Lyra." Kaia Draven looks up from her breakfast, her silver eyes narrowing. "What happened last night?"I almost choke on my blood tea, the warm metallic taste coating my tongue as I try to compose myself. "Nothing. I was just... sketching.""Right." Kaia's eyebrow arches, and I see the suspicion in her eyes. We've been pack-sisters for years, ever since her father brought her to the Ashbourne Pack Lodge, but I can't tell her about this. She won't understand.But there's a shadow in the doorway, and I look up to see him. Lucien Draven, perfectly dressed, his tie immaculate, standing in the entrance to the Night Feast Hall like he owns the world. Which he does."Father." Kaia's voice is sharp. "What are you doing here?""I came to check on our guests." His eyes meet mine across the room, and I feel the heat pool between my thighs. "And to speak with the Epsilon wolf.""What about?" Kaia's protective instincts flare, and I see her shoulders square, her wolf rising to the

I nod slowly, the memory of my self-imposed exile to the outer territories flashing through my mind. I had fabricated an urgent pack-boundary dispute just to escape Black Hollow City because I knew what seeing her in her full maturity would do to my restraint."Right. The wolf. I am quite certain she would prefer to utilize her design masteries in an actual creative hall rather than answering communication stones and logging scroll-tides. She has always possessed far too much raw talent to be caged within a scribe order."And far too much lethal, tempting beauty.My mind violently flashes back to her younger, untouched form—the memory of her tight, hard nipples pressing aggressively against her thin lace tunic, and that intoxicating, dripping wet patch I had smelled in her small panties when she pinned herself against my desk. I clear my throat roughly, shifting my weight as a heavy surge of heat rushes straight to my groin. Fuck, that little werewolf still drives my inner beast to ab