บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Vanessa's POVThe hotel room was too quiet, too sterile, and far too small for the storm brewing inside her head.Vanessa leaned against the marble bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the gilded mirror. The high-rise suite had every amenity imaginable, but the polished luxury felt like a velvet cage. She hated the quiet. She hated the faint smell of hotel ozone and lavender polish trying to mask the scent of lingering rain. Most of all, she hated the fact that no matter how hard she tried to focus on her recovery, her mind kept drifting right back to him.Abel.His low, even voice echoed in the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch. “Because someone has to make sure you survive long enough to keep being ungrateful about it."*She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white until her jaw ached.She hated everything today.She hated the sharp, pulling ache in her side where Abel's neat, clinical stitches bound her flesh together. She hated the linger

Vanessa povThe quiet in the bathroom felt dense, filled only by the hum of the overhead vanity lights and the steady, heavy sound of our breathing.I kept my hand flat against the clean dressing on Abel's ribs, feeling the slow, powerful rise and fall of his chest beneath my palm. He didn't pull away, and for the first time since this nightmare started, I didn't retreat either."Can you stand?" I asked, my voice dropping into a soft, quiet tone that sounded strange in my own ears."If I say no, do I get to stay on the floor?" Abel murmured, a faint, exhausted ghost of his dry humor slipping through the pain."No," I said, small lines of focus forming between my brows. "You get dragged onto the carpet, and I am not pulling your weight twice in one night."I stood up slowly, managing the dull ache in my own side, and reached out both hands. Abel took them, his large, calloused fingers closing tight around mine. With a low, grounded breath, he pulled himself up off the tub's edge. His b

Jordan's POV The council chamber was suffocating. The air—heavy with the stench of aged parchment, cold stone, and the sour sweat of agitated old men—felt thick enough to gag me.I leaned back in the carved ironwood chair at the head of the long table, my broad shoulders squared, my arms resting casually over the armrests. My posture was a deliberate lie: an easy, indifferent sprawl designed to infuriate the half-dozen Lycan elders seated around me. Beneath the polished mahogany, my claws were digging deep grooves into the underside of the wood, splintering the grain beneath the sheer, crushing pressure of my grip.Elder Vane leaned forward, slamming his gnarled, liver-spotted hands onto the polished surface. The crack echoed off the vaulted stone ceiling."Ten years, Jordan!" Vane's voice rattled with a dry, gravelly fury, his yellowed eyes bulging from their sockets. "Ten years since the treaty was signed and Vanessa was named heir-designate. The agreement was crystal clear. We com

Jordan's POV I shoved the car into gear, stomped on the gas, and the SUV roared to life, tearing through the rain-slicked pass with the tires screaming against the asphalt.My knuckles were white on the leather steering wheel, my chest heaving as pure, unadulterated rage threatened to split my ribs wide open. I was pissed—furious at myself for letting Ronan walk away on his own two feet. I should have ripped his lungs out through his chest the second he dropped his fake, sorrowful act. I had pardoned him five years ago, let him walk out of my territory alive after what he did to Vanessa, but the sheer, unfathomable audacity of that bastard to stand in front of me on a dark road and smile? It grated on every single nerve I possessed.Inside my skull, my wolf was raging, throwing his massive weight against my ribs, thrashing for blood.“We should go back. Track his scent. Flay him alive.”"Quiet," I muttered through gritted teeth, taking a deep, heavy breath to force the gold back from

Jordan The front door stood wide open, letting the freezing mountain mist crawl across the polished marble floor of the foyer.I stood at the center of the chaos, my body vibrating with a violent, unreleased panic. The brass lock on the side entrance was completely sheared off, dangling by a single screw. Outside, the gravel driveway was empty. No footprints. No scent. Whoever had rung the bell and knocked on the door had vanished into the morning fog like a phantom, leaving behind nothing but the cold wind and the horrific scene unfolding in the dining room."Dad! Dad, help me!" Vanessa's scream tore through the house, raw and hysterical.I turned on my heel and rushed back into the dining room. Vanessa was on her knees, her silk dress ruined, soaked through with dark crimson. She was cradling Ethan against her chest, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe away the blood that kept bubbling up from the boy's lips. Ethan's small body was twitching, his breath coming in shallow, wet