?Chapter 78:

“You’re mine, Vixen. Only mine. No man will ever touch you, look at you, or even breathe near you without my permission. If I ever see you smile at another, I’ll tear them apart limb by limb, crush their heart, and make them regret ever being near you. By the goddess, you belong to mepletely, irrevocably.”

His words sent cold shivers running down my spine, a mixture of fear and desire twisting inside me. The possessiveness in his voice ignited something primal within me, yet it also suffocated me. How can someone demand so much control and still make my heart race like this?

I nced up at him, my breath hitching, torn between the urge to challenge his dominance and the pull to surrender. His eyes were dark, full of intensity, and I couldn’t deny the power he held over me. But is that what I wanted—just to be his,pletely consumed by his need to possess me?

“You can’t just own me like that,” I whispered, my voice trembling. But even as I said it, part of me knew resisting him was bing impossible.

His gaze narrowed, a slow, dangerous smile creeping across his face as he stepped closer. The air between us felt heavy, crackling with the intensity of his im.

“Oh, but I already do,” he murmured, his fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. “You may fight it, Jasmine, but deep down, you know you’re already mine. Every breath, every thought—you belong to me. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

By the moon goddess. He called me by my name!

I really couldn’t tell if it was the way my name rolled off his tongue, or his words that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm.

My heart pounds in my chest as his words settle over me, tightening their grip. I hate how right he is, how my body responds to him despite the rebellion in my mind. My skin tingles under his touch, warmth flooding me even as my mind screams for distance.

“Why me?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “You could have anyone, and yet you choose to trap me like this.” My thoughts narrow to the first day he proved his ownership over me, back at my pack.

He chuckles darkly, his thumb tracing my lower lip with agonizing slowness. “Because you challenge me, Vixen. You don’t bend so easily. I don’t want ‘anyone’—I want you. I want to break down those walls you keep hiding behind until there’s nothing left but your surrender. And trust me, you will surrender.”

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I bite back a shudder, my pulse quickening as his words wrap around me like a cage. I should pull away, should run—but instead, I find myself leaning into the storm he brings.

“Maybe I won’t,” I manage to say, but even I don’t believe the defiance in my own voice.

He smiles again, that same wolfish grin that sends both fear and thrill racing through my veins. “We’ll see about that.”

I want to speak, to push him away, to escape his firm grip, but his hands tighten, tilting my jaw up as if he’s molding me to his will. It’s like I’m charmed,pletely trapped under the weight of his presence. Before I can even think of snapping out of the spell he’s woven around me, his lips crash against mine, iming them with a fierce hunger that leaves no room for resistance.

Every thought, every ounce of rebellion I had clung to moments ago, evaporates the second he kisses me. His mouth moves against mine with a dominance that sends heat coursing through my veins. I want to hate him for it, for taking control, but instead, my body betrays me, melting into him, craving more of the intensity he brings.

His hands slide to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. I should stop this. I should push him away.

When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction.

Inside, I’m on fire. It’s like he’s lit an aspect of me I never thought could be ignited.

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