Bought by the Feral Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The soft, steady hum of the armoured Maybach did nothing to assuage the rapid thumping of Clara’s heart.The luxury vehicle raced through rain slicked mountain passes, leaving the sparkling skyscraper skyline of the metropolis far behind. The contemporary world faded. Through the tinted glass the trees were thicker, darker, more threatening, and they created long, tortured shadows under the pale morning sky. They were stepping into the holy, ancestral center of the Midnight Eclipse Pack, a land no human law reached, controlled by nothing but old, primordial tradition.The air inside the big leather cabin was suffocatingly dense. It was heavy with heady, enticing pheromones of wild jasmine, fresh dirt and Dominic’s dominating aroma of cedarwood and dark chocolate.Clara sat with her hands tightly folded in her lap, her knees trembling under the thick velvet of her midnight blue robe. The new mating brand on her collarbone pulsed in time with a steady, pulsating heat, sending waves o

The king's private apartments in the volcanic stone stronghold were a long cry from the refined magnificence of the city penthouse.Heavy black velvet drapes hid the high, narrow stone windows, and a roaring fire in a wide hearth threw a bloody orange light over the room. ancient timber and ancient leather mixed with the sharp, crackling electricity of Dominic’s violent wrath. Dominic paced the room like a caged beast, his shirt off, his lovely, strongly muscled chest heaving with every passionate breath.His back, scored with the faint, thin lines of battles fought to win his throne, stiffened with a horrible tension. His grey eyes were gone, replaced by a restless sea of liquid gold that churned where his eyes should be, ready to engulf his reason. "You're not going," Dominic mumbled, the sound a low, gravelly vibration that shook the iron sconces on the walls. He brought his fist down on a thick oak table, cracking the tough wood in one blow. “I don’t give a shit about a civil wa

The hush that had descended upon the Great Hall was thick enough to crush bone.Clara stood in the middle of the shattered iron threshold, a goddess born of ash and volcanic shadow. Thirty feral wolves, beasts that had torn seasoned warriors apart for decades, knelt in a flawless, horrifying crescent moon configuration behind her. Their muzzles were crushed flat against the volcanic stone; bloodied, their chests heaved in utter biological servitude to the high-ranking alpha lineage of the Keepers of the Northern Fire.Elder Sharon appeared as if he'd been hit by lightning. His face, thin and wrinkled, became a hideous grey, and his eyes, white and sightless, opened wide in pure dread. The ancient rule he'd wielded like a guillotine had now turned against him, crowning the exact lady he'd tried to destroy. "I asked you a question, Sharon," Clara continued, her voice sliding into a deadly, dark velvety tone that bounced off the arched ceilings. She moved closer, her ripped midnight-b

The world inside the King’s sanctuary fractured into absolute chaos.The words had barely left Alpha Marcus’s mouth before the satellite phone in Dominic’s hand shattered into a million pieces, the plastic and microchips crushed to dust by the raw, kinetic fury of his grip.A sound tore from Dominic’s throat: a deep, booming roar of an apex predator whose territory, mate, and household he had violated. His Alpha King aura didn't just expand; it became a physical weight so dense that the crackling fire in the hearth was instantly smothered into pitch-black ash. The liquid gold in his eyes blazed with a terrifying, apocalyptic light that illuminated the darkened room.Beside him, Clara felt a cold, paralysing dread grip her soul. Her younger brother, Leo—the only blood relative she had left, the shattered boy she had sold her body and soul to keep alive—was in the hands of the traitor who had orchestrated her family's massacre.The ancient, royal bloodline of the Keepers of the Norther

The air inside the luxury cabin of the Gulfstream jet was deadly, suffocating, and entirely thin. The bitter, acrid stench of liquid silver toxin radiating from the glass cylinder in Elder Corvin’s hand clashed violently with the explosive, volatile aura of wild jasmine and smoke pouring from Clara’s veins."One step," Corvin snarled, his face twisting into a hideous, manic mask of desperation. Sweat dripped down his wrinkled nose, splashing onto the sterile fabric of twelve-year-old Leo's medical gurney. "One single twitch of your rogue fingers, Clara Lane, and I will push this plunger. I will watch your precious little brother liquefy from the inside out!"Leo lay completely still beneath the plastic oxygen mask, his eyelids fluttering weakly, completely unaware that a needle of pure agony was pressed directly into his primary IV port.Clara stood perfectly frozen, her palms raised in a gesture of absolute surrender. The blinding gold in her eyes flickered, the ancient, majestic fir