All Chapters of The Father's Captive, The Sons' Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The marble floor of the Blackblood Syndicate’s grand hall was freezing, but it was the metallic scent of fresh blood in the air that made me violently shiver.I was twenty-four years old, a normal human girl who worked at a bakery in the mundane district of the city.I had never known the monsters that lurked in the shadows of the billionaire skyscrapers until tonight.Now, I was on my knees, my wrists bound with thick zip-ties, watching my father weep in front of the Blackblood syndicate’s enforcers.He had embezzled from the wrong shell company. He had stolen from the Blackblood empire.“Please,” my father sobbed, his forehead pressed against the cold marble. “I’ll pay it back. I swear it on my life!”The towering guards flanking us didn't even flinch.They were waiting for him.The heavy, soundproof oak doors at the end of the hall groaned open, and all the oxygen was instantly sucked out of the room.A suffocating, terrifying aura crashed down on my shoulders, so heavy it physical

I didn't sleep.I couldn't even close my eyes.For hours, I lay completely frozen beneath the suffocating, heavy weight of the Alpha King.His massive, heavily scarred arm was thrown over my waist, acting as an iron chain that pinned me to the tangled, sweat-soaked velvet sheets.His face was buried deep in the crook of my neck, his breath ghosting over my bruised skin in a steady, peaceful rhythm.The feral, terrifying monster that had brutally claimed my body and stretched me to my absolute breaking point was gone, replaced by a man clinging to me as if I were his only salvation.But it was the name he had whispered that kept ringing violently in my ears.Leonora.He didn't call me on my name. He hadn't claimed me as Agatha Celestra Moretti.Who is that woman?My body throbbed with a dull, heavy ache.My inner thighs were trembling, completely slick with his scent and his seed.Every time I took a breath, the intoxicating, dark aroma of his sandalwood and earth invaded my lungs, a t

“You will,” he promised darkly.His fingers finally found my core, brushing over the swollen, entirely slick folds of my entrance.A sharp, involuntary cry escaped my lips.He didn't push inside.He merely traced the sensitive nerve endings, his touch so maddeningly precise and perfectly timed that my hips actually jerked forward, chasing the friction.Gregor let out a low, dark chuckle.He leaned down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point on my neck, his tongue tasting my skin as his fingers continued their torturous, slow manipulation.The heat pooling in my stomach was blinding.It was completely different from the raw, painful dominance of the King. This was a psychological dismantling.He was proving that he could unravel me without ever raising his voice.Oh what the fuck! Here it is again! Am I slut for feeling this kind of pleasure and desire for already three different man?Not to mention they are relative! They are werewolves and they are a monster!“Please,” I w