Semua Bab Ruthless Obsession: Bab 81 - Bab 88

"Fine," Lyra sneered, her eyes flashing with dangerous wolf spite. "I guess you will not mind if I find another male to satisfy my heat then."The heavy oak door swung open, and Cassian Valecrest walked into the chamber. Lyra instantly turned, offering him a dazzling, predatory smile."Good morning, Lord Valecrest," she purred, her voice dripping with sweet velvet. "May I fetch you some warm blood-wine or spiced coffee?"Cassian stepped into the room, his eyes scanning her slender frame with blatant hunger. "Lyra, you are looking exquisite today. I would gladly take some coffee from your hands.""I will return with it immediately," she said, throwing her chest out and holding Cassian's gaze with deliberate, suggestive heat as she glided past him. She even glanced back over her shoulder, sizing up his broad shoulders right in front of my face. She was blatantly trying to drive my vampire beast into a frenzy.As the heavy door closed behind her, Cassian adjusted his belt with a low chuc

"I told you where we went," I gasped, my core throbbing with a sudden, violent wave of heat as his scent flooded my senses. "That is the only place we went, Lucien.""Did his hands touch your skin?""No," I bared my teeth in a small wolfish show of defiance. "But what if they did?"Lucien’s dark face twisted with pure possessive rage. In one lightning-fast motion, he spun me around, slammed me face-down onto the cold mahogany desk, and flipped his heavy throne back. He dropped into the seat, yanked me over his powerful thighs, and brought his heavy palm down across my rear with a deafening smack.A sharp scream tore from my throat, the sting instantly melting into a wet, heavy ache right between my legs."You have grown entirely too bold lately, little wolf," Lucien growled into the nape of my neck, his hand striking my ass a second time, harder. "You think because you carry Epsilon blood that I will not discipline you?""You are not my Alpha!" I squirmed against his heavy weight, my

Lyra Ashbourne POVI felt completely sick over the whole Cassian Valecrest situation, knowing Lucien Draven was only lashing out because his vampire beast was furious. If the vampire lord truly wanted nothing to do with me, why would he promise that Selah Whitlock was just a coworker, and why did he keep giving in to our filthy heat? He would not. Lucien never touched what he did not crave, a brutal fact I had learned about the Lord of the Draven Vampire House long ago. That precise ruthlessness was what made every time he claimed me against his mahogany desk feel so addicting.He had telepathically linked me earlier in the day, apologizing for his savage rough handling—a rare moment of vulnerability from a High Lord that had made my wolf whimper in gratitude. He mentioned he had to fly to the Black Hollow City council chambers on pack business, but promised he would link me the moment his carriage returned to the keep. I made him swear on his vampire blood oath, and he insisted it mi

Lucien Draven POVThe past week had been completely dead inside the Scarlet Council Wing, with Lyra Ashbourne acting icy and distant. I knew it was for the best, but my vampire beast craved her scent until my chest physically ached. Selah Whitlock and I had cooled down before things even started, mostly because she still did not buy my pathetic excuse about Lyra being just a family friend.I showed up to the Crimson Throne Chamber late, which was becoming a habit, but so was walking out before the sun set. My dark eyes narrowed the second I walked into the council wing—Cassian Valecrest was standing right behind Lyra’s desk, and the two of them were laughing together like lovers, arms wrapped around each other in a warm hug.Cold rage flooded my veins, making my teeth ache to extend my fangs. When Lyra looked up and caught me staring, her bright smile instantly vanished, replaced by pure contempt."I am sorry to interrupt," I said, my voice dripping with forced formality as I tried to