All Chapters of craving his son fiance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

12 Chapters

heart break

CHAPTER 1I should have stayed home.That's the thought running through my head as the cab pulls up outside Club Noir, the bass from inside vibrating through the door, through the pavement, through the soles of my shoes.Three months.Luca had been gone three months for Alpha training and I'd missed him so badly I'd done something stupid. Bought a last-minute flight. Booked a hotel. Told myself it would be romantic — showing up unannounced, surprising my fiancé.I was so sure he'd be happy to see me.The bouncer lets me in without question. Inside, the music is loud enough to make thinking difficult, which is maybe why I don't turn around when I should. Strobe lights cut across bodies on the dance floor. The air smells like alcohol and expensive cologne and something else underneath it — recklessness, maybe. The kind that gets into your lungs.I text Luca.Hey, I'm actually in the city. Surprise? Where are you?No response.I ask the bartender if he knows where the VIP section is. He

craving

CHAPTER 2 The elevator doors closed and I still didn't know his name. He didn't ask for mine either. The suite was on the top floor — the kind of room that costs more per night than most people make in a week. Floor to ceiling windows. The city spread out below us like something that didn't matter anymore. He didn't turn on the main lights. Just a lamp in the corner, which left most of the room in shadow. I stood just inside the door. He poured two glasses of water from the minibar — not alcohol, which surprised me — and set one on the table near me without a word. Then he loosened his watch, set it down, and looked at me across the room. "You can still leave," he said. "Stop saying that." "I'm saying it until you stop looking at the door." I hadn't realised I was. I made myself look at him instead. Really look. The lamp caught the angle of his jaw, the grey threading through his dark hair at the temples, the way he stood like the room belonged to him even though he

desire

CHAPTER 3I don't want things.Wanting is a weakness I cut out of myself a long time ago, somewhere between the first man I buried and the last one who made the mistake of thinking I had limits. What I do instead is decide. I see something. I assess it. I take it or I leave it, and either way I sleep fine.That's how I've operated for twenty years.Then she walked across that bar and sat down at my table like she owned the air between us, and something in my chest made a sound it hadn't made in a very long time.I noticed it.Filed it.Left the hotel at five the next morning before she woke up because I don't do complications and a woman who looks at a stranger like she's trying to burn something down with her bare hands is nothing but complications.I was back in Voss City before sunrise.Back in my office by seven.By eight I was in a meeting with three men who were terrified of me and doing their best not to show it, which is exactly how I prefer my meetings.By nine I was thinking

hotter

CHAPTER 4I couldn't move.That's the thing nobody tells you about shock — it doesn't feel like shock. It doesn't announce itself. One second you're standing at the edge of a pool at a party you didn't want to attend, and the next second the world has rearranged itself into something you don't have a name for yet, and your legs just stop working and your mouth closes and everything inside you goes absolutely silent.He was walking toward Luca.Unhurried. Like he owned the ground he was crossing, which — I was beginning to understand — he did. This was his estate. His name on the gate. His son standing by the pool trying very hard not to look like he was straightening his spine.I watched Luca's whole personality change in real time.The lazy entitlement, the easy grin, the behave yourself Zara energy — all of it folded up and put away in the span of three seconds. What replaced it was careful. Measured. The specific alertness of someone who understood that the wrong word in the next t

Intense

CHAPTER 5I lasted exactly seventy-two hours.Seventy-two hours of staring at my phone until my eyes burned. Seventy-two hours of my mother blowing it up with wedding dress fittings and guest list updates. Seventy-two hours of Luca sending me stupid texts like "can't wait to make you mine" while I pictured his father's hands on me in that hotel room.My wolf wouldn't shut the fuck up.She clawed at my ribs every night, restless, pushing images into my head I didn't ask for — dark cedar on skin, steady breathing against my neck, the way Xavier had said I have you like he meant it. Luca's scent had never done that to her. Not once in six months. Now she paced like a caged animal, and I hated her for it.At 1:17 a.m. on the fourth night I was in the kitchen pouring tea I didn't want when my phone buzzed on the counter.Unknown number.Come downstairs. Now.I read it twice. My thumb hovered over delete.Another text came through right after.Your father's company has three major contracts

Inside the monster cage

CHAPTER 6I stood in front of the mirror at 6:25 p.m. yanking the black dress down over my ass. The same tight one from the hotel. Hem stopping just below the curve of my thighs. No bra. No panties. Every movement reminded me I was bare underneath. The fabric rubbed against my nipples. Cool air teased my pussy. I was already wet. Just from knowing I had to obey.Bruises from last night throbbed on my hips. Dark fingerprints where Xavier had gripped me while he fucked me raw. A bite mark on my left breast stung every time I breathed. I’d layered makeup over the ones on my neck until they disappeared, but the skin still felt tender. My legs ached. My pussy felt swollen and used. But the worst part was how my body kept clenching at the memory.My wolf wouldn’t stop. She paced under my skin, pushing heat through my veins, flooding me with the scent of dark cedar and the feel of his cock stretching me open. She wanted more. She wanted him. I wanted to choke her silent.My phone lit up on t

Possessive Xavier

CHAPTER 7I stepped out of the black car at 9:15 p.m. with two suitcases and a sick feeling in my gut. The estate looked bigger at night. Lights glowed along the long driveway. The same gardens where I’d first seen Xavier in daylight now felt like walls closing in.A staff member took my bags without speaking. He led me upstairs to the east wing. My room was at the very end of the hallway. King bed. Dark wood furniture. Big windows facing the garden. The room to my left was Luca’s. I could hear music coming through the wall. Xavier’s master suite was one floor directly above me. I knew the layout wasn’t random.I unpacked in silence. Folded clothes into drawers. Hung up the black dress that still smelled like sex and cum from the pack house. My body ached. Bruises on my hips. Bite marks on my breast and neck hidden under fresh makeup. My pussy felt swollen and sore every time I moved. I took a quick shower but the hot water didn’t wash away the memory of Xavier’s cock or his cum leaki

Intense

CHAPTER 8I sat at the long dining table at 7:30 a.m. pushing cold eggs around my plate. The fresh bite mark on my neck burned under the high collar of my shirt. Xavier’s cum from last night was still leaking out of me slowly, even after the shower. Every time I shifted in the chair, I felt it. Sticky. Claimed.Luca sat directly across from me. He hadn’t stopped staring. Jaw clenched. Eyes drilling into my collar like he could burn through the fabric. Xavier sat at the head like a king, scrolling through reports on his phone. Calm. Untouchable.“Sleep well?” Luca asked. The question had teeth.“Yeah,” I lied. My voice came out rough. “Fine.”Under the table, Xavier’s foot pressed against my ankle. Then slid higher. His sock rubbed my bare skin, then pushed between my thighs. Pressed right against my pussy through my thin pants. Slow circles. I gripped the edge of the table.My phone buzzed in my lap.Xavier: Spread.I opened my legs wider. His foot rubbed harder. Right on my clit. I w

Hot jealousy

CHAPTER 9I stood in front of the mirror at 7:40 p.m. staring at the woman looking back at me. The dress Xavier sent was blood red. Backless. Cut so low in front my tits were barely held in place. The fabric clung to every curve like it was painted on. Thigh-high slit on the left side that showed my entire leg when I moved. No bra. Tiny black thong that barely covered anything. Heels so high I felt them in my calves.I looked like pure sex. Expensive. Dangerous. Forbidden.My phone buzzed on the dresser.Xavier: Come downstairs. Now.I took one last breath and walked out of my room. My hips swayed in the dress. The slit flashed my thigh with every step. Cum from this morning still sat inside me. My pussy throbbed with every movement.Luca waited at the bottom of the stairs. His mouth fell open when he saw me. Eyes wide. Hungry. He stepped forward fast and grabbed my waist.“Fuck, Zara,” he breathed. His hands slid down to my ass and squeezed hard. “You look like you want to get fucked

Tension

CHAPTER 10The car ride back from the gala was silent and suffocating.I sat between them — Luca on my left, Xavier on my right — wedged in the back seat like something they both owned and neither wanted to admit to. The red dress was ruined. Wrinkled at the hem. Stained on the inside where no one could see. The fabric clung to my thighs and every time the car hit a bump in the road, I felt the reminder of what I'd done — what we'd done — leaking slowly, warm and inescapable.Luca was drunk. His hand sat high on my thigh, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise. Every few minutes he tilted toward me and pressed his mouth to my neck — right over the fresh marks Xavier had left. He could smell it. He knew something had shifted, even through the whiskey clouding his senses. He just hadn't said it yet. His silence felt more dangerous than his rage.Xavier sat like a monument on my other side. Black suit. Cold face. Still as carved stone. But his hand rested on the seat behind me, and ev

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