บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Vanessa's POV The stench of burnt gunpowder and wet copper clung to the damp morning air, heavy and suffocating.Down in the lower garden, the broken stone basin of the grand fountain lay scattered across the grass in jagged, jagged slabs. Water from the severed pipe trickled aimlessly into the mud, stained a murky pink from the rogue blood pooling near the shattered stone path.I stood in the center of the destruction, my breath coming in ragged, white plumes in the biting cold. My fingers were stiff, caked in drying, dark crimson beneath my fingernails. With every ragged exhale, my wolf clawed at the inside of my ribs, feral, uncontained, and hyper-vigilant, demanding that I rip through the treeline and slaughter anything that breathed."Lady Vanessa," Commander Torin's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. He was kneeling near the shattered hedge, wiping a smear of rogue blood from his cheek with the back of his tactical glove. "The perimeter is completely secured. Three rogue

Vanessa's POV The heavy iron gates of the neutral border outpost groaned against the howling wind as I stepped out into the biting morning air. Rain clung to my lashes, blurring the gray forest around me, but inside, my skin was still burning. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs—not from fear, but from the sheer, suffocating heat of Abel’s dark eyes, from the memory of his breath against my lips, and from the brutal, unshielded raw passion that had almost consumed us both in that small tactical office. Before I could even reach the driver’s side of my mud-splattered SUV, a heavy shadow detached itself from the stone archway of the outpost. "Moving in the shadows doesn't suit an Alpha's daughter, Vanessa," a gravelly, metallic voice called out. I froze, my hand hovering over the door handle, and slowly turned. Standing beneath the concrete ledge was Enforcer Vida—Alpha Vance’s chief lieutenant. He was a massive, battle-scarred Lycan whose broad shoulders were draped in t

The Watch tower Vanessa POVBy midnight, the storm hit the northern pass in earnest, the wind tearing through the pines with a high, hollow howl that masked any sound from the valley below.I slipped through the low, iron-reinforced side gate of the chalet, my heavy woolen cloak wrapped tight around my shoulders, the fur-trimmed hood pulled down low over my forehead. The mountain air hit my lungs like a wall of shattered ice, freezing the moisture in my throat before it could even leave my lips. Snow slashed sideways through the pitch-black darkness, piling into deep drifts that swallowed my leather combat boots and obliterated my tracks within seconds of making them.My heart beat in a steady, lethal rhythm that had nothing to do with the bitter cold. As a Lycan royal, my physical endurance far outmatched standard wolf shifters, but even my ancient bloodline couldn't protect my pack from the political nuclear fallout if a perimeter patrol caught me out here past curfew. Vance’s hawk

Ashes and SilverVanessa's POV The silence that followed Abel’s collapse was louder than the gunfire.He hit the snow like a fallen oak, his heavy frame going completely limp, his right hand slipping off his bloody shoulder as his eyes rolled back into his head. Black, silver-poisoned blood pooled beneath him, turning the pristine white powder into a sickening, iron-scented sludge.My heart didn't just drop—it shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.The sight of him, motionless and bleeding out in the freezing dark, broke something fundamental inside me. The proud High Commander of the Vanguard, the man who had built an iron wall around his heart, who had treated me with cold, infuriating military detachment for months... was lying in the snow because he had thrown his own body into the path of a silver sniper round meant for my spine.*No. No, no, no.Panic, raw and suffocating, slammed into my chest like an avalanche. My hands trembled violently as I grabbed the heavy leather of

Vanessa's POV The heat of his hand around my wrist was a sudden, electric shock against my cold skin.I froze, my heart leaping into my throat as I spun toward the hospital bed. Abel’s dark, bloodshot eyes were open, heavy with residual sedation and raw pain, but fixed entirely on mine. His knuckles were white, his calloused fingers clamped around my wrist with a desperate, unyielding strength that defied the silver toxicity still burning through his veins."Abel..." The breath hitched in my throat, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet, sterile room.He didn't let go. He swallowed hard, his throat working against the dry heat of recovery, his broad chest rising and falling heavily beneath the thick white pressure bandages. Slowly, with a low, gravelly grunt of sheer effort, he tried to leverage his upper body off the raised pillows."Don't move," I said quickly, dropping my blanket and stepping closer to the edge of the bed. My hands instinctively came down on his right shoulder,th