All Chapters of The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vanessa POV Night mare The sharp scent of leather and charcoal perfume filled the room as I smoothed down the sleek black fabric of my trousers. My hands trembled as I pulled the sleeves of my tailored coat down over my wrists. Black felt appropriate. It was the armor I chose whenever I had to face a world that made me bleed."No! Mummy, no!"Ethan's voice shattered the quiet. He threw himself against my knees, his small hands clutching the black fabric of my coat so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face was flushed red, tears spilling hot and fast down his cheeks as he stomped his bare feet on the hardwood floor.I dropped to my knees, helpless. My heart fractured as I reached out to frame his tear-stained face. "Ethan, baby, please...""You said two stories! You didn't stay!" he sobbed, burying his wet face right into the crook of my neck, his little arms locking around my collar with terrifying strength. His tiny wolf pulse fluttered wildly against my skin, sending waves of

Vanessa's POV (Only one room)The blare of the morning sun pierced through the heavy velvet drapes, dragging me out of the abyss. I sat up in bed, my muscles stiff, stretching my arms above my head as a cold shudder ran down my spine. The nightmare was still echoing through my head, every horrific detail—Ethan's wide, terrified eyes, the cold asphalt, the sickening crunch of my head hitting the ground—clinging to my mind like a foul stench. It had shaken me to my core.A soft, hesitant knock rattled the bedroom door."Luna?" Elsa's voice drifted through the heavy oak. "It's time. The car will be here shortly.""Thank you, Elsa," I called back, my voice gravelly from sleep.I forced myself out of bed and stepped straight into the shower. The warm water cascaded over my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the phantom chill lingering beneath my flesh. The fear was a living thing, coiled tightly in my gut. I dressed quickly, pulling on a fitted white shirt and tailored black trousers,

Vanessa's POV The heavy double doors of the boardroom clicked shut behind us, trapping the suffocating scent of polished leather, expensive cigars, and old money inside the soundproofed room. Twelve pairs of eyes—belonging to the territory's most influential Alpha elders and board directors—remained locked on us.Abel's iron grip on my wrist didn't loosen, even as I burned holes into the side of his face with my glare."Please, sit," Director Vance said, gesturing toward two high-backed leather chairs at the head of the mahogany table. "It is an honor to have the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and his new Luna present to oversee the merger."Abel slid smoothly into his chair, pulling mine out just enough for me to sit. The moment his fingers left my skin, I felt the sheer temptation to sink my claws straight into his throat."We are honored to be here, Director Vance," Abel began, his voice calm, resonant, and entirely stripped of the exhaustion he had shown hours ago. He rested his ha

Abel's POV The double doors swung shut behind Vanessa, leaving a suffocating, echoing silence in the boardroom. Every director sat frozen, their eyes locked on me, waiting for the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack to handle the hurricane that had just ripped through the room.Questions erupted simultaneously, a barrage of voices overlapping in chaos."Alpha Abel, what was that?""Is the Lycan's daughter out of her mind?""You claimed she was your mate, is she refusing pack allegiance?"I stood at the head of the table, my jaw clamped so tight my molars throbbed. For three agonizing seconds, I didn't have an answer to give them. My chest felt hot where her claws had dug in, the lingering scent of her anger hanging thick in the air."My apologies, gentlemen," I began, forcing my voice into a low, even register that cut through the noise. "You must forgive Lady Vanessa's... intensity. High Alpha Jordan specifically tasked me to act as the sole spokesman for this venture. She is simply unused

Abel's POVThe camp Marcus's men set up at the trailhead smelled like diesel and wet pine, and it took every ounce of restraint I had left not to snap at the enforcer who kept asking if I wanted coffee. I did not want coffee. I wanted Vanessa back in one piece and I wanted an excuse to put my hands on whoever had taken her.Instead I got a fever.Not mine. Hers, apparently, judging by the state she was in when the trackers found the second camp two days later, shivering under a tarp with a gash across her ribs that had gone an angry, swollen red."You are not touching me," she said, the second I crouched down beside the cot they'd put her on."I already stitched the wound shut while you were unconscious, so that particular ship has sailed."Her eyes narrowed at me, glassy with fever but still sharp enough to cut. "Then untouch it.""I don't think that's how stitches work.""I don't care how stitches work. I care that you're the one who put them there."I sat back on my heels and studi