All Chapters of Possessive Hunger: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Evelyn Carter POV"Do I strip naked and ride you on that mattress right now, or do you want me to rip those fucking clothes off your body first?"I grip the edges of the damp cloth covering my curves, standing right at the edge of the steaming wash area. My chest heaves. I am four-foot-two, plus-size, and my dark skin is glistening from the thick heat of the air.This is the night of our mating ritual.The male sitting before me is bound to a wooden chair, a thick strip of midnight-black silk tied tight over his eyes. He is my mate now. My husband.My eyes track the massive, brutal lines of his body. Alaric Wolfhart is a six-foot-eight monster of pure, thick muscle. He is pale as bone, his jaw sharp enough to cut wood, and his presence chokes the air right out of my lungs. Between his thick fingers, a lit cigarette burns, the heavy gray smoke mixing with the heat of the room. On his left wrist, a single blood-red cufflink catches the light. He is gorgeous. A god. But he is broken, bli

Evelyn Carter POV"Step away from the stone hearth, human girl," Edith commands, her hand cutting through the air to block my path as I reach for the iron ladle. "The Wolfhart Alpha Council covers our rations to feed the master. If Alpha Alaric discovers you are burning raw grain in this kitchen like a common field thrall, our necks are on the chopping block."I pull my short, thick arms back against my chest, my plus-size frame freezing near the heat of the fire. My dark skin feels tight under the sharp glare of the older werewolf cook. "I only wanted to make sure he had warm nourishment before the winter mist rolls off Frostfang Ridge.""June and I manage the throat-cutting diet of this pack lodge, human," Simon breaks in, his wolf ears twitching with irritation as he takes the wooden bowl from my small fingers. "You are fresh meat from the lower valley. You know nothing of a high-born alpha's raw meat requirements or the blood-broth he drinks after a mating night. Do you honestly t

Evelyn Carter POV"Ian, are you a healer at the Pinebrook Medical Center now?" I look down at my hands, quickly grabbing my scattered papers from the stone floor while forcing a small smile.Ian Philips lets out a low, warm chuckle that makes my chest tighten, reaching out to ruffle my hair just like he did when we were kids in Pine Hollow Village. "You are still as clumsy as a newborn pup, Evelyn. How many winters has it been now?"My chest swells, my dark skin burning with a sudden flush under his gaze. "I am twenty cycles old now, Ian."He looks toward the end of the stone corridor, his smile softening. "What brings a village girl all the way up to the high pack labs?""My friend Chloe is inside, speaking with her cousin about some pack remedies," I say, pointing toward the heavy oak door of the consultation room.Ian checks the copper watch on his wrist, the noon sun casting long shadows through the narrow valley windows. "The high-ridge hunters are on their lunch break, so the ha