All Chapters of DARK OBSESSION FOR THE REJECTED LUNA: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NIA’S POV-“There’s a special place in hell for complete shitbags like you,” Beauchamp grumbled, snarling his lip in disgust.I hoped Vydon didn't touch my mother. Yet, my stomach churned as resentful thoughts filled me that he probably did. My blood roared. My body shuddered from the acme of my rage, brisk and boiling.Overlords deserve to be locked away for good. No. They deserved the gridiron."I didn’t dabble,” Vydon swore, raising his good hand in mock surrender. He understood exactly the concerns I battled inwardly. “Gossart hunts people who do not pay Ozric back, and he is also an avid collector of krait snake venom in Streppes. Their family line is famous for the garstini drink that's made from larvae roots and venom. It makes their blood acidic and corrosive to others upon contact. Drawing their blood is a no-no. They will never be wolf's meat.”Guns. We’d have to use weapons on them.Still, I didn't trust his words. My steely gaze trained on him, slowly sketching his face on

NIA’S POV-"You're much prettier when you're desperate for me." Lykoan’s eyes were shining with lust and excitement, and I was almost bursting at the seams.A devilish smile touched his lips before he split a diamond gap between my legs and pushed his head through to descend his mouth on my pussy.My eyes rolled up into my head.Fuck.He licked me from my entrance and up to my clitoris where he swirled his tongue, causing me to buck up against his mouth.He retracted his head to move his hands to my hips to keep me steady. My hand gripped his hair to keep him between my legs. It felt so good. I throbbed for more."Fuck, your taste is delicious." He groaned before his lips fastened back onto my pussy. He licked and thrust his tongue inside me, making sure he got every morsel of me.I sucked in a gasp as he let out a breathy chuckle, the heat of him swirling against my drenched folds. I tried to clench my legs together, but it was no use now as his hands wrapped around the tops of my th

LYKOAN’S POV-“Hey, hey. Hey, hey,” Gawain chanted, bobbing his head. “Yes mama, shake it for me.”At a brothel in Mojave, Bakka, we booked a room to kill time. Barefooted on the Persian rug, three brunette dancers jutted and jiggled their hips in the middle to ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier. We sat disguised like regular Trenchland slums on a fuchsia semicircular couch, supposedly charmed.The Sigmas made it look easy pretending to be so giddy over these women. The guys were duly entertained with their wanton eyes glued on the ladies, giving them compliments with laughter. Freeman flicked a coin at the girls whenever they gave him a booty shake.Ray-Hart was downstairs in the over-crowded, orgy lounge at one corner with prostitutes while keeping an eye out on everyone who entered the two-story end of terrace house.Red, orange, some shades of pink, and dark brown wood. The same colors were everywhere. Cigar, liquor, sweat, sex, and the faintest whiff of fried pickles were triggering my gag ref

LYKOAN’S POV-All rifles were poised and aimed at the large bed. Taking calculated steps, I stared down at the hulk of a man lying in the bed, snoring disgustingly loudly. My lips snarled in repulsion as I pressed the barrel of my rifle on Gossart’s forehead.Gossart’s coal-black eyes shot open. He grunted in surprise once he registered the cool metal against his head.“Get up,” I hissed.“Lycan man,” Gossart growled. His eyes fixed on me as he propped up in the bed, sliding out.“Movement coming inside.” Hogan nodded at Ray-hart and Freeman. With their guns raised, they left to sweep the hallway and take out any arising threats.Downstairs the house was previously empty, but loud voices and the sound of loading and cocking of weapons were unmistakable.“Where is the she-elf?” I pushed Gossart to his knees on the floor.The oversized man grunted and looked up at me with no evidence of fear. “Don’t know.”“He doesn’t know.” Tank aped the man’s words with his rifle ready to shoot.“Yes,

LYKOAN’S POV-“Tonight's the rodisiac full moon,” Tameka announced, looking up at me as I slowly descended the curved stairs.Kourtney and Lucidora flanked her sides in the living room. All their faces were solemn with concern.I had a plan for retribution on Boulderfist. It was perfect to do it now, but the moon's allure started to wreak havoc on my body and mind, rendering me angry, hot, and dangerously distracted. My blood roared for blood.“Nia is sleeping, and I have two things to deal with,” I said, stopping right in front of them at ground level.Relieved, Kourtney clutched her chest and blew out a long breath. “That's good to hear. She's been locked in that bathroom all day. I'm glad you made her feel better.”“Do you know what else was on that flash drive?” My eyes bounced from one face to the other, analyzing them. “What did her ex do?”Tameka folded her arms. Unwillingness to spill settled in her expression when she replied, “It wasn't pretty, but it's her story to tell.”I