All Chapters of The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Vanessa's POV “Don’t crack,” I muttered to myself as I sat down, taking a sip of the burning red wine, my composure still in check. The moment the clapping died down and the partying started, I slipped out of the crowd, unable to get a grip of my emotions. Nobody saw me leave, or maybe they did and never bothered to stop me. I moved through the corridor with my chin up and my steps even, the fur coats draping across my shoulders, the gold crescent still catching the light at my jaw. The bedroom door shut behind me and I stood in the dark for a moment, not reaching for the light.Then the exhale came. My body shook once, hard, like it was trying to throw something off. I pressed my back against the door and breathed through it until the shaking slowed.A prank. I had told myself that, in those first stunned seconds in the hall. A cruel, elaborate prank, the kind that would make sense of the smile he had kept on his face while the room applauded around me. Any moment someone was goi

Vanessa's POV The garden was quiet after he left. Ronan did not look at me again. He gathered Mandy from the path the way you gather something precious and fragile, one arm beneath her knees, one at her back, her face pressed into his neck, her cries softening now into something smaller. He moved fast, barking orders at the pack members who had appeared at the sound of the commotion, and the whole procession swept out through the east wing door like a current. Nobody asked me what happened. I stood beside the stone bench with my cold coffee and my undisturbed roses and watched them go. I flinched when his shoulder brushed past mine. Three years of being the object of worship in his life, now I was slowly turning to an eye sore. I had expected something. I had understood, somewhere in the rational part of me that my father had sharpened like a blade, that things had changed and would keep changing. I had braced for that. What I had not braced for was the way his hand had wra

Vanessa's POVThe dining hall held its breath.Every pair of eyes had swung toward me the second the word left Ronan's mouth, and now they stayed there, waiting to see what shape my humiliation would take. Some of them looked curious. Some looked away entirely, suddenly fascinated by their soup. A few, I could feel it even without looking, were enjoying this. There is always someone in a room like that who has been waiting years to watch the woman on top become the woman on her knees.I did not move.I looked at Ronan the way you look at someone wearing a face you used to know well, searching for the version of him underneath this one, the version who used to burn the pancakes and laugh about it, the version who once told me he would set the world on fire before he let anyone touch me. I could not find him. Maybe he was still in there somewhere, buried under three years of council pressure and a woman carrying his child. Or maybe I had never really known him at all, and the version I

Vanessa's POV ( Half moon)I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me before my face could betray anything else worth catching.I dressed slowly. A deep green gown, fitted through the waist, and I told myself the color meant nothing, that I had simply reached for it without thinking. My hands moved through the motions on their own, muscle memory doing the work my mind had stopped volunteering for.I sat at the mirror to put on my earrings, and that was when the memory found me.Ronan used to stand behind me for this exact part. Every single time, without fail, no matter how late we were running, he'd come up behind me while I fastened the clasp at my ear and press his mouth to the curve of my jaw slowly,like the two of us had all the time in the world even when we very clearly didn't. I could still feel the exact weight of his breath against my skin, warm and familiar, could still feel the particular way my whole body used to go still and soft the second his lips found th