Compartilhar

Chapter 17

last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-15 22:38:45

Gasping for air, I tangled my fingers in the cold sheets as the remnants of Rowan’s touch melted back into the shadows of my mind.

I was exhausted. Every morning for the past week, I woke up feeling as though I had run a marathon, my skin hot and my pulse racing from dreams that were becoming increasingly violent and erotic. In the dark, behind my closed eyelids, Rowan wasn't the distant, cold Enforcer who forced me to eat venison. He was a tyrant who stripped away my defenses with heavy hands
Continue a ler este livro gratuitamente
Escaneie o código para baixar o App
Capítulo bloqueado

Último capítulo

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 82

    I woke to the smell of cold cedar and suffocating ash.The heavy satin drapes of the master suite were drawn tight, sealing out the pale morning light, but the localized fever pulsing through the room told me exactly who was standing in the shadows. I shifted against the silk sheets, my fingers instinctively drifting to my neck to touch the hot, thrumming punctures of the mating mark. The skin was tight, a constant, low-frequency wire that connected my pulse directly to the massive alpha currently leaning against the stone fireplace.Rowan hadn't changed his clothes. He still wore his dark linen shirt unbuttoned to the chest, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he stared into the dying embers of the hearth."What time is it?" I whispered, my voice a quiet, breathless wire in the stillness."Late," he rumbled, his deep voice a low, gravelly grate that physically vibrated across the mattress. He didn't look at me, his slate-grey eyes blown out into a dark, unblinking intensity. "The

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession     Chapter 81

    The estate has become unusually quiet after the attempted abduction. Guards patrol every corridor, and Rowan refuses to let Veda leave his sight.The heavy silence inside the executive wing was thick, oppressive, and highly pressurized. The broken oak doors in the western gallery had already been replaced with reinforced steel, and the faint, lingering scent of Julian’s sour copper blood had been scrubbed from the Persian rugs. But the air remained completely saturated with Rowan’s rain-and-ash musk—now dialed up to a suffocating, hyper-vigilant frequency that left no room to draw a comfortable breath.I paced the length of the private study, my silk skirt rustling sharply against the floorboards. Every time I neared the perimeter of the room, the two Enforcer sentries stationed exactly at the threshold shifted their weight, their rifles catching the weak winter light."Rowan, this has to stop," I said, stopping directly in front of his massive mahogany desk.He didn't look up immedi

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 80

    The footsteps continue.They were light, frantic, and entirely out of place in the heavily guarded western wing. My heart slammed a violent, erratic rhythm against my ribs as the cold winter-mint scent grew suffocatingly thick, instantly drowning out the distant, comforting frequency of Rowan’s rain and ash. The hair on the nape of my neck stood up as the shadow on the marble floorboards elongated, rushing toward my silhouette with a reckless, silent speed.I didn't cower. I didn't whimper. The liberating confidence I had built at Rowan’s left hand flared to life, and I whirled around, my heels clicking sharply against the stone as I locked my eyes onto the darkness of the archway."Julian," I breathed out, my voice a dead, flat wire.He lunged out of the shadows of the third pillar, his golden alpha eyes completely blown out into an unhinged, wild desperation. His tailored royal coat was torn at the shoulder, his face bloodless and dripping with a cold sweat that smelled of raw copp

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 79

    My heart slammed a violent, erratic rhythm against my ribs as the cold winter-mint scent grew suffocatingly thick, instantly drowning out the distant, comforting frequency of Rowan’s rain and ash. The hair on the nape of my neck stood up as the shadow on the marble floorboards elongated, rushing toward my silhouette with a reckless, silent speed.I didn't cower. I didn't whimper. The liberating confidence I had built at Rowan’s left hand flared to life, and I whirled around, my heels clicking sharply against the stone as I locked my eyes onto the darkness of the archway."Julian," I breathed out, my voice a dead, flat wire.He lunged out of the shadows of the third pillar, his golden alpha eyes completely blown out into an unhinged, wild desperation. His tailored royal coat was torn at the shoulder, his face bloodless and dripping with a cold sweat that smelled of raw copper and pure panic. He didn't speak. He didn't offer a pathetic apology. The stalking escalated into an attempted

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 78

    I stood in the library gallery, organizing a stack of newly ratified sector registries. My fingers were warm, completely relaxed as I handled the heavy parchment."You're not wearing your defensive posture today, little wolf," Rowan’s deep voice rumbled from the arched doorway, a low, gravelly vibration that instantly sent a wave of liquid heat straight down my spine.I turned to see him leaning against the stone frame, his massive, muscular frame draped in a soft black linen shirt that was unbuttoned at the throat. He had completely shed the unyielding armor of the Supreme Warlord. His slate-grey eyes had softened into a rich, molten silver fire, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took a deep, testing breath of the rich vanilla sweetness flooding my scent."There's no perimeter to defend today, Alpha," I whispered, a breathless smile playing at the corners of my lips as he closed the gap between us in two slow, heavy strides.He didn't grab my waist with his usual territorial finali

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 77

    Veda’s POV The gentle, domestic tranquility of the master suite vanished before the morning fog could even lift from the coastal cliffs. I woke to the metallic click of heavy tactical bolts sliding into place, the low, frantic hum of electronic scanners echoing through the dressing room arches, and a suffocating, dense cloud of rain and ash that made my inner wolf instantly brace for a collision.When I stepped out into the grand gallery, the change was terrifyingly absolute.Enforcer sentries in black carbon-fiber armor stood at three-foot intervals along the private corridors, their high-frequency rifles drawn across their chests, their scents dripping with an intense, sharp adrenaline. Marcus’s scouts had completely locked down the eastern terrace doors, nailing thick titanium reinforcement plates over the glass that had only yesterday let in the pale winter sunlight."Veda, stay within the interior perimeter," Lila muttered as she stepped into the hallway, her usual playful beta

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 16

    “Eat.”The single syllable dropped between us like a lead weight, shattering the suffocating silence of the private dining room.I sat stiffly at the long mahogany table, the silver fork in my hand feeling like a weapon I didn't know how to wield. In front of me sat a plate piled high with seared v

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 15

    Hunger was a hollow ache, but the frustration simmering in my gut was far sharper.I stood in the center of the walk-in closet of the East Suite, surrounded by a fortune in silk, wool, and velvet, and I had never felt more like a pauper. Every dress I pulled from the rack hung off my frame like a s

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 14

    Veda’s POVWhispers followed me like a cold draft through the hallways of the estate, biting and relentless.It had been a week since the dress fitting, a week since Rowan had draped black diamonds around my throat and claimed me as his territory. In the King City District, that was an eternity for

  • From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession    Chapter 13

    Rowan’s POV The rain in Kings City didn't wash things clean; it just turned the grit into a slick, dangerous sludge.I stood in the center of my study, the only light coming from the dying embers in the hearth and the distant, neon glow of the skyline through the rain-streaked glass. I was nursing

Mais capítulos
Explore e leia bons romances gratuitamente
Acesso gratuito a um vasto número de bons romances no app GoodNovel. Baixe os livros que você gosta e leia em qualquer lugar e a qualquer hora.
Leia livros gratuitamente no app
ESCANEIE O CÓDIGO PARA LER NO APP
DMCA.com Protection Status