Lahat ng Kabanata ng Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Cassian’s POVThe dungeon air was cold, damp, and reeking of wet stone and dried sweat.Down here, there were no plush feather mattresses or crackling hearths. There was only concrete, cold iron, and the quiet, suffocating reality of what it meant to rule a territory forged in blood. Not the same one I had kept my mate, I didn't see her as a threat. Even though she threatened to stab me from behind."He's not talking, Cassian," Brandon said quietly, standing with his two legs spread apart, just outside the damp wall outside the interrogation cell with his arms crossed over his chest. His usual smirk was completely gone, replaced by the grim posture of an Enforcer. "We caught him near the eastern border perimeter with three silver knives and a map of the main residence specifically marked around the East Wing."My jaw tightened, my wolf clawing at my chest, eager to rip flesh. A mercenary from the Shadow Ridge pack; a ruthless territory known for trafficking high-value captives. A bas

Morgana’s POVThe sweet amber and caramel perfume I wore did nothing to cover the metallic stench of anger coating the back of my tongue.I paced the length of my bedchambers, my silk gown rustling against the cold stone floor like a nest of disturbed vipers. Cassian had ignored me for days, leaving me trapped in this wing while he hovered over that pathetic, broken princess. And now my own useless brother had decided to play hero to the enemy.“I am for the truth always,” I had heard her raspy, worthless voice croak through the door.If Lucien wanted to protect her, he could burn right alongside her.I pulled a small, heavy velvet pouch from the hidden drawer inside my vanity. Inside sat a dark iron emblem stamped with the crest of Shadow Ridge, along with three folded parchment sheets detailing the East Wing guard rotations and perimeter blind spots; sealed with stolen wax bearing Lucien’s personal signet ring.It was perfect. Cassian was already on high alert after the mercenary in

Chapter 15Lilith’s POVThe room was too big, too quiet, and i could smell his presences, long before I heard the thud of his boots against the floor.I sat curled up on the end of the mattress toward the wall, where my back was leaning against, the cold wall and my fingers tangled in the silk sheets, listening to the heavy rain battering against the glass. Every drop sounded like a countdown. My mind was a chaotic mess of burning pack borders, my father’s dying face, and the cold reality that I was a prisoner in the heart of Wolfsbane territory.When the lock clicked, I didn't jump. I knew who it was already, my wolf already recognized him. The moon goddess choose to punish me with a man the cruel as my mate. I didn't try to fight. I was exhausted from that for two weeks in this prison. A completely comfortable, prison.The heavy oak door swung open, and Cassian stepped into the room.He didn't look like the unstoppable monster who had marched through my home two weeks ago. He didn'

Chapter 17Lilith’s POVMy wounds were practically healed. The ache in my back had faded, and the fucking cut on my wrist was just a fading pink lines now. My body was getting its strength back, even my wolf surged with energy. I still didn't fucking want to leave the room.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at my hands. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night, Brandon trying to make me laugh while fixing my bandages, and then Cassian coming in afterward, looking at me with that heavy, quiet expression before he left. The way those dark eyes had dragged over me like he wanted something he wasn’t supposed to want.A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Before I could even say anything, the door swung open. Lucien walked in. Of cause he carried the kind of grace that was almost impossible to ignore.He wasn’t wearing his leather coat today, just a dark tunic. He wasn't carrying the tray of bandages to trnd to my wounds or food to cajole me to eat.“Lilith,” he sa

Chapter 19Lucien’s POVThe heavy mahogany doors of Cassian’s private study slammed open before I even reached for the handle.I didn't waste time with formal greetings or bowing my head. I walked straight into the room, my boots striking the hardwood with hard, hurried snaps. Cassian was at his desk, a heavy silver dagger in his hand, sharpening the edge with a stone. He didn't look up, but the lethal Alpha aura in the air spiked instantly."You're testing me, Lucien," Cassian growled, the blade scraping against the stone in a sharp, grating rhythm. "I told you to stay away from my sight tonight.""Morgana is screaming in her room, tearing her own skin raw," I said, my voice sharp, fast, and unyielding. "You want to execute my sister for losing her mind during a siege? Fine. Do it now. Draw your blade and walk down to the West Wing. But if you want this pack to hold together while Shadow Ridge marches on our southern border, you need your Beta on the field, not managing a dying famil