All Chapters of Their Obsession, My ruin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

June's pov The ride back to the mansion was the quietest thirty minutes of my life. Blake sat beside me, his presence taking up every inch of available space. He wasn't touching me, but I could feel the heat radiating from his arm, inches from mine. Across from us, Nathan sat back in the leather seat, his legs crossed, looking like a man who had just finished watching a very entertaining play.He was the first one to break the silence."The human looked nervous," Nathan said casually, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Ethan, right?"I hadn't even mentioned Ethan to anyone but Blake. I looked over at Nathan, and the way he was smirking made my blood run cold."How do you know his name?" I asked, my voice low.Nathan didn't answer me. Instead, he flicked his eyes toward Blake. It was a small, knowing look—the kind of look two people share when they have a secret.That was when it hit me. Blake hadn't been the one stalking me or digging into my past. He was too busy

June’s POVI didn’t wait for Blake to say anything else.The second Celine’s words settled into the room, I turned and walked away before either of them could stop me. My chest felt tight as I climbed the stairs too fast, my heels hitting the marble hard enough to echo through the hallway.By the time I reached my room, my hands were shaking. I shut the door quickly and leaned against it, forcing myself to breathe. The room suddenly felt too quiet and everything felt wrong.A few hours ago, Blake kissed me like he was starving. Now I was standing here wondering if the woman downstairs had just told me the truth about him killing someone.I pressed my fingers against my forehead.This was insane. The mansion. The wolves. The bite on my neck. The jealousy. Celine. Blake.Nothing about my life made sense anymore.A soft knock sounded against the door. I froze instantly.“June.”His voice was low and controlled through the wood.I didn’t answer. A few seconds passed before the door slowly

June’s POVThe second Reed touched me again, I already knew I was making another terrible decision.But honestly? I was tired of making careful ones.His hands settled slowly on my waist as he looked down at me, giving me enough time to step away if I wanted to.But I didn’t.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.“Yes,” I whispered.Reed kissed me slowly this time. His lips were soft against mine. Just like the first time. I felt warmth spread along my body as his hands moved from my waist to my ass. His kiss felt like temptation. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt as he backed me toward the couch carefully, his mouth never fully leaving mine. Heat spread through my body embarrassingly fast. Every nerve ending felt awake again after weeks of confusion and pressure and emotional exhaustion.God.I missed this.Reed’s hand slid slowly along my thigh before he pulled back slightly, studying my face.“You’re somewhere else in your head,” he murmured.I let out a soft laugh. “You n

Blake’s POVJune ignored every one of my calls.By the fourth unanswered message, I stopped pretending it didn’t bother me.The office felt colder than usual that morning. Or maybe it was just me.I stood near the glass windows overlooking the city with my phone in my hand, rereading the same short message over and over again.Where are you?No answer.Not even a single fucking reply.“She spent the night out?”Nathan’s voice drifted lazily from the couch behind me.I ignored him.Mostly because if I started talking right now, I might actually kill someone.Nathan watched me for another second before taking a slow sip of whiskey far too early in the morning.“Interesting,” he murmured.My jaw tightened.The driver confirmed June dismissed him after work. Security lost track of her afterward.Which meant she wanted to disappear. “She’ll come back,” Nathan said casually.I finally looked toward him slowly. “You seem very relaxed for someone who’s supposed to be helping.”Nathan smirked

Blake’s POVWaking up beside Celine felt familiar. And that was exactly the problem.She rested against my chest quietly while soft morning light spilled across the sheets. One of her hands moved slowly over my stomach absentmindedly like she was trying to remind herself this still belonged to her.Maybe once it did. Now all I felt was restless.My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling while silence stretched through the room.Last night solved nothing. June was still in my head.Her laugh. Her attitude.The way she looked at me when she was angry.The way another man’s scent clung to her skin.I exhaled sharply through my nose.Pointless.Celine tilted her head slightly against my chest. “You’re thinking too loudly.”I looked down at her finally.She looked beautiful laying there. Calm. Elegant. Like she belonged in expensive sheets and penthouses and beside powerful men.Maybe she did.“You’re quiet,” she murmured softly.“I have work.”“That’s not what I meant.”Celine studied my face c