Lahat ng Kabanata ng Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 32Cassian’s POVThe glass vial of silver and Moon-Ash felt like a stone of pure ice in my palm, but the heat radiating from my skin was pure, burning Alpha power.Master Vane stepped back toward the shadowy corner of my bedchamber, his dark eyes fixed on Lilith’s sleeping frame. She lay motionless on the mattress, her dark eyelashes resting flat against her pale cheeks, her shallow breathing the only sign that her wolf hadn't completely drowned beneath the dark ink crawling up her throat. Gosh even in this state, she still takes my breath away."Stop staring Cassian, remember," Vane’s dry voice rasped through the heavy quiet of the room. "The silver alone is useless. It requires the raw, unyielding energy of the true mate bond to weld the counter-runes into her flesh. You must carve them directly over the main knot of the mark on her shoulder—using your own blood to anchor the spell.""How long will it hold?" I asked, my voice a quiet, lethal rumble as I unsheathed my smalle

Chapter 34Cassian’s POVThe silence oin the bedchamber was heavy, only her steady breathing interrupted the quiet.For two days, I hadn't left her side. I sat on the edge of the mattress, my broad frame hunched forward, my head resting near her hand. Underneath my left sleeve, the dark, shadowy veins I had pulled from her body during the ritual pulsed with a continuous, searing agony. It felt like liquid fire gnawing at my bone, but every time I looked at her pale, peaceful face; and the fact that it was now free of the hideous black vines, I welcomed the burn that ran through my own skin.Suddenly, her fingers twitched against the furs.A quiet, broken gasp spilled from her lips as her eyes fluttered open. Her violet gaze was hazy, disoriented as she tried to adjust to the dim torchlight of the room."Lilith..." I rasped, my voice thick and raw from hours of silence.She turned her head slowly, her eyes locking onto mine. The moment she realized where she was, tears welled up in he

Chapter 36Morgana’s POVThe moment i heard clicking into place of the iron bolt of my door on the outside of my chamber. The sound drove grave pain into my heart. Why was my brother, letting his guard down because he likes a woman? I stood in the center of my strategist tower, my palms burning where the coarse stone wall had scraped them when Lucien threw me back. I would, have said my room had a deafening silence, but yhe clicking of my sandals and my panting interrupted the silence. The Alpha lay unconscious, bleeding his aura dry for a girl whose father held the leash to her breath. And outside my door, Lucien stood guard, blinded by a quiet, tragic devotion to a female who would bring this entire fortress down around our ears."Idiots," I hissed into the dark room, my chest heaving as hot, bitter tears choked my throat. "Fools. Every last one of you. Lucien you know how much I hate to be locked in any room, yet you did it anyway."I paced the rug in front of the cold hearth, my

Chapter 38Lilith’s POVI drifted back into consciousness through a thick, warm haze of safety. Not even my father when I thought he was the best made me feel this safe. I heard them. I heard Cassian roar at them for daring to wake me up. I can't believe he will prefer to let the pack burn down in ruins, instead of waking me up.When I finallyregain full consciousness, there was no ash in my lungs. No freezing obsidian dust blowing across a dark void, no spectral claws dragging me down into my father's nightmare. The terrifying, suffocating grip that had anchored his dark blood to mine for eighteen years was quiet, utterly shattered by the silver blade Cassian and I had driven through his shadow in our mind-walk.I was whole. My wolf lay curled peacefully behind my ribs, resting in a quiet, golden warmth that made my entire body feel deliciously heavy. I almost forgot what it felt like to not go through pain.Then, I felt some warmth on my bare feet, his tongue fiddled with the palm

Chapter 40Cassian’s POVThe door to the strategy hall swung open, the heavy iron hinges groaning under the draft blowing off the high ramparts. Brandon and I walked in shoulder to shoulder, the frosty mountain wind still clinging to our cloaks.Lucien was already inside, standing near the high arched window with his arms crossed over his leather chest-piece, his dark silver eyes following Morgana as she unrolled a yellowed leather map across the ironwood table.When Morgana heard our boots hit the stone floor, her head snapped up. She took a quick, subtle step back, her fingers curling into the edge of the parchment as her eyes locked onto mine. The tension from her earlier imprisonment still hovered in her posture, but her strategist's intellect burned sharp behind her eyes."Alpha," Morgana acknowledged softly, dipping her head."Skip the formalities, Morgana," I said, stepping up to the head of the heavy table, leaning my palms flat against the dark wood. "Brandon says the scouts