All Chapters of Ghost In The Pack: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elena’s POV I looked over at Lyra, and the expression on her face stole every excuse I wanted to make for Draven. She wasn’t lying. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation behind her eyes. She wasn’t trying to cause problems or tear anyone apart. She genuinely believed every word she had just spoken. She had heard it. Whether it was true or not was another matter entirely, but she believed it. That alone was enough. I slowly took a step back from Draven. Then another. The room around us seemed to fade into the background until it was just the two of us standing there. I lifted my eyes to meet his, tilting my head ever so slightly as I searched his face for…something. Guilt. Confusion. Anger. Anything that would tell me what was really going on. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Every question that had been racing through my head only seconds ago suddenly tangled together until I couldn’t figure out which one to ask first. Draven reached toward me. “Elena, please… le

Draven’s POV Relief hit me so hard it almost knocked the air from my lungs. I didn’t care that Elena had unknowingly started this entire disaster. I didn’t care that she had accepted an anonymous job with an outrageous payout. The only thing that mattered was what she’d just shown me. The altered documents were gone. She had restored everything back to the originals. I still wasn’t completely certain the evidence would satisfy the council, but it gave us something we hadn’t had before. Proof. Real proof. That alone should be enough to finally get Darla out of my place for good. Before I could stop myself, I pulled Elena into another hug. She laughed softly. “Draven… put me down.” I ignored her and kept her right there in my arms. She sighed, shaking her head while looking up at me. “I don’t know why you’re so damn happy.” Her voice carried more guilt than sarcasm for once. “I literally caused all of this.” She looked down briefly before lifting those beautiful hazel eyes back

Elena’s POV After my shower, I slipped into Draven’s oversized T-shirt. It hung halfway down my thighs, the sleeves swallowing my hands whenever I let my arms relax. The soft fabric still carried the faint scent of his cologne, warm and clean with something underneath I couldn’t quite place. It should have been weird wearing another person’s clothes. Instead… It was surprisingly comforting. I padded barefoot across the room and climbed onto the huge bed. Whoever had picked this mattress clearly believed sleep was a luxury. The moment I sat down, I sank into it just enough to make getting back up feel like it would require a written invitation. Reaching over, I picked up the journal from the nightstand before settling against the headboard. I propped it across my legs and slowly ran my fingertips over the worn leather cover. I took a long breath. “I never know what to expect from you.” The words slipped out before I realized I’d spoken aloud. When the old man had handed me the jo

Darren’s POV The tires barely finished crunching across the gravel before I shoved my door open. Limelight stood eerily quiet beneath the moonlight, its sign dark after closing hours. From the outside, everything looked normal. Maybe… Too normal. Kyle’s message echoed through my head. Unauthorized access. Bernard’s men. I slammed the SUV door shut and looked over the men gathered behind me. “Listen up.” Every eye landed on me. “There are approximately ten men inside. We don’t know exactly where they are, but we know they’re in the building. I don’t want anyone acting reckless.” I pointed toward the front entrance. “Four of you take the front.” My hand shifted toward the side of the building. “Four more take the side entrance. Nobody gets in. Nobody gets out.” The remaining men stepped closer. “You’re with me.” No one questioned the orders. They never did. Being Draven’s Beta wasn’t just a title. If Draven wasn’t here, I was responsible for every person standing beside me. I tur

Elena’s POV The room was spinning when I finally opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I came down from the high. My body felt heavy and slick, a dull ache between my legs that made my cheeks burn. I froze, remembering the flash of skin and heavy breathing I’d caught through the crack of Draven’s door last night. The image of his hand moving over the thick, flushed head of his cock was burned into my memory. I let out a shaky breath, my fingers trembling as they traced the damp fabric of my panties. I needed relief. I slid my hand beneath the fabric, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves already swollen from my thoughts. I started to rub tight circles against my clit that had me gasping his name . My other hand worked my nipple, twisting and pulling until I was breathless and desperate. But just as I was about to get myself off, the door swung open. Draven walked in, the smirk on his face telling me he knew exactly what I was doing. I tried to scramble to cover myself, my eyes wi