All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Vivienne“We’re investigating the murder. Please calm down… and I’m sorry for your loss.”Dante’s voice was calm, controlled and all Alpha.I sat on the edge of my bed, back straight, hands resting on my thighs like I was holding myself together by force alone. My face was blank, expression locked into something unreadable, something safe, because if I let even a crack show, everything inside me would spill out and I wasn’t ready for that kind of mess. Not in front of them and definitely not in front of anyone.Sorry for your loss.The words echoed in my head like a joke.Loss.Like Zach was just some… casualty. Some number added to a report. Some unfortunate incident they would file away under resolved once they found someone to blame.My fingers curled slightly into the fabric of my pants, nails digging in just enough to ground me.Dante and Kane stood across from me, not too close or too far, just enough distance to make it clear this wasn’t personal. This was business. This was in

Kane I was already angry before I even knew what I was angry about. It sat under my skin like something alive, crawling, biting, refusing to settle no matter how many times I tried to push it down, and the worst part was I couldn’t even pin it on one thing anymore. It wasn’t just Zach’s death. It wasn’t just the investigation going nowhere. It wasn’t even just Vivienne. It was everything. Everything at once. I walked through the hallway like I owned it, boots hitting the floor harder than necessary, the sound echoing off the walls as guards stepped out of my way before I even got close. No one spoke to me, no one greeted me, and that was good because if anyone tried, I would have snapped their head off without thinking twice. My jaw was tight, my fists already clenched, and the pressure in my chest felt like it was building toward something ugly. I needed to hit something badly. The gym doors slammed open under my hand, the heavy metal frame banging against the wall

Ryker’s POVThe door to the dining room didn’t just open, it slammed wide like someone had kicked it with purpose, and all three of us turned at the same time, instincts sharp because no one walks into this room like that unless they’re stupid or they’re us.And then I saw Kane and in his arms was Vivienne.Not just being carried.No.Being hauled like a stubborn, angry, half-starved little demon who clearly did not agree with the situation.She was squirming, cussing under her breath, one hand pushing at his chest while the other tried to grab his collar like she might choke him out mid-walk, her face flushed, lips pulled into a pout that was more irritation than anything else.I blinked once and then I slowly turned my head to look at Dante and then at Asher.Then back at Kane.“Did we die?” Asher asked quietly, squinting like he didn’t trust what he was seeing. “Because if this is the afterlife, I have questions.”Dante didn’t answer, but I saw the slight twitch at the corner of hi

Vivienne’s POVI paced my room slowly, barefoot against the cold floor, one step after another like I was trying to walk my thoughts into order, but nothing was lining up the way it should, everything felt tangled, messy, heavy in my chest, and no matter how many times I replayed dinner in my head, I couldn’t settle the feeling it left behind.It had been… good, too good actually and that was the problem.Because things weren’t supposed to feel like that anymore, not after everything I said, not after the way I pushed them away, not after the way I chose distance and pride over whatever it was they were trying to give me, yet sitting there, eating, arguing, listening to their stupid voices again, it felt like slipping into something familiar, something warm and something I had been pretending I didn’t need.And that scared me.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I stopped by the window, staring out into the dark without really seeing anything, because my mind wasn’t o

VivienneHis lips pressed against mine and for a second the whole world just stopped. The kiss wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was slow and careful like Asher was giving me time to pull away if I wanted to but I didn’t want to. I leaned into it instead my hands still gripping the front of his shirt as something warm and terrifying spread through my chest. His mouth moved against mine soft at first then a little deeper and I felt the way he breathed me in like he had been holding his breath for weeks.My eyes slipped shut and for once my mind didn’t race with excuses or fears. It just let me feel him. The way his fingers brushed my jaw. The way his other hand rested on my lower back pulling me closer without forcing anything. It was Asher. My Asher. The one I had hurt the most and he was still kissing me like I hadn’t broken his trust.When we finally pulled apart I was breathing harder than I wanted to admit. My forehead rested against his chest for a moment because I couldn’t look a