Todos los capítulos de His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Stellan Valecrest POV“Want me to go deeper, little wolf?” My voice is low and rough, carrying the growl of the beast beneath my skin. The cold bedroom air does little to soothe our ragged breathing.On the nightstand, my communicator flashes red, demanding my attention. I ignore it.Rosamund bites down on her lip, struggling to keep quiet, but my relentless rhythm draws soft gasps from her. Her body trembles beneath me, pushed to its limits. My expression remains cold and unreadable.Once a month. That is the only time I am expected to honor our mating bond. But tonight, the heat in my veins overrides every restraint, driving me dangerously close to losing control.The communicator vibrates again, cutting through the silence. I pull away, my jaw tightening. Moments later, Rosamund sinks into the furs, her body trembling as she reaches her release.I roll out of bed and snatch up the glowing device. When I answer, my voice cuts through the silence.“Don't cry. I'm on my way,” I say, m

Stellan Valecrest POVI straighten in my chair and glance at my mother before pulling out my communicator. A slow, infuriating smirk spreads across my face.“Yes,” I reply, my voice smooth and gravelly. “And what about it?”Maud's eyes flash with fury.“You ungrateful brat! Your Luna is sitting right beside you! Have some respect for the Valecrest name!”In the past, whenever my mother lost her temper during a feast, Rosamund would step in immediately, soothing her pride and doing whatever she could to keep the peace. Tonight, she doesn't even look up. She continues cutting her roasted meat in complete silence, leaving me to deal with my mother's anger alone.The rest of the meal passes in strained silence.When dinner ends, Maud insists that we spend the night at the manor. I don't bother arguing.Inside the master suite, Rosamund stops beside the stone hearth and frowns.“Your parents are staying in the guest wing. Where am I supposed to sleep?”“Here. In bed with me.” I shrug off m

Rosamund Ashby POVHis warm breath brushed against my neck as we stood beside the heavy steel frame of his armored transport. The closeness sent an unwelcome rush of heat through my wolf. I narrowed my eyes and forced myself to remain still.“Aren’t you worried your precious little Carys will start crying if you keep her waiting?”Stellan’s arrogant smirk vanished, and his golden eyes flashed. “Rosamund, watch your tongue!”My chest tightened as a cold weight settled in my stomach. He truly cared about Carys. If his heart belonged to another woman, why was he still playing these possessive games with me?The warmth faded from my eyes, replaced by a cold, guarded stare. Being his Luna left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, but my proud wolf refused to back down.“What?” I sneered. “Can’t she satisfy you?”Stellan released my waist and stepped back with a harsh scoff. “She’s nothing like you. Don’t compare her to a woman who flaunts herself.”I stared at him, my jaw clenched. I wasn’t

Rosamund Ashby POV"You always manage to look so miserable, Rosamund. Why must you act like a martyr?"Stellan’s shadow looms over her, his breath warm against her skin, but Rosamund stares back with utter coldness. She refuses to look like Carys, who survives by playing the weak, weeping victim.Seeing her defiant silence, Stellan massages his temples with a frustrated scowl. "Why did you flee from the den the other night?""Are you truly asking me why?" Rosamund's voice drips with sharp irony. "Would you prefer I stay and cheer while you hold another female in your arms?""It was entirely misunderstood," he mutters, pressing a hand to his forehead as if she is the one causing him grief.Rosamund steps back, her eyes narrowing. "If you cannot craft a better excuse, save your breath. Carys has already filled me in on every detail of your little bond."Deep down, part of her had almost wanted to release him—to wish them well and walk away clean. But every time she looks at him, the bit