Novel & Cerita Possessive Ao3

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel possession.

Ace POV: The room was dimly lit, a haze of heat and passion clinging to the air as I devoured her, slowly. Her moans were a lullaby— soft, seductive, and utterly intoxicating, drawing me deeper into the moment. With every arch of her back and every breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips, I felt a surge of possessive pride well up inside me. She was mine from now on. Maybe she was meant to be mine always.

“Not drunk, Little Bird. But it is my goal to make you so addicted to me and my cock that you’ll end up craving my touch when I am not around. I plan to spend so much time buried inside you, you’ll ache down there when I am not inside you. The moment I step out of our villa, you will seek me out like an addict searching for their next fix. I’m going to fall asleep with my cock inside of you every night, that way you’ll become as obsessed with me as I am with you.” Any normal girl in my position would feel horrified by Aces’ declaration, but lucky for him, I’m not your normal kind of girl. I’ve come to realise that in the world we live in, having a man who is overly possessive of you is a goo

Theo stepped around the desk and moved closer, his presence suffocating, commanding. “This isn’t forever,” he said. “But while you’re here, while you’re mine—there are rules.” She flinched at the word. “Mine?” she echoed bitterly. “Is that what this is? Ownership?” He tilted his head, studying her with those unreadable, storm-dark eyes. “No. It’s protection. But yes, I’m possessive. I don’t deny it. And I don’t like the idea of you running again. I won’t have it.”

I could see it now, clear as day—the shift in his attitude, the reason behind the sudden possessiveness, the way his patience had snapped. This wasn’t about fate. This wasn’t about us. It was about control. Power. And he was willing to do whatever it took to claim both. His fingers trailed lower, and my breath hitched despite myself. I hated that reaction. Hated that my body still responded, even when my mind screamed against it. Ansel smirked, leaning in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Fight all you want, little wolf, but in the end—you’re mine.”

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

The same smile that once made my heart race, ached. That should be me, not her. Anger and jealousy slowly built inside me. I have never felt this possessive over anything in my life. My wolf growled, furious, desperate to come out and tear Jenny away from him, but we both knew she couldn’t. Even if she could, we’d be dead before we made a move. For years, I’d dreamed of this moment, the day my mate arrives and takes me out of this place, unconditional love, care, protection, but now, everything is slowly falling out of hands.

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Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

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