Forever His: The Alpha’s Possession
The Alpha’s Possession 29
Back in the Silverfang Pack, Mrs. Ashcroft had disapproved of Rishim wearing clothes she had bought herself, deeming them unfit for the dignity of the pack. As a result, after becoming Zvonimir’s Luna, Rishima rarely wore anything of her own choosing.
All her outfits were managed by the Silverfang Pack’s butler–mostly frilly cottagecore dresses, with little in the way of comfortable,
casual wear.
She had thought that by being compliant, she and Zvonimir could live happily ever after. Now, that belief felt like a joke. Her constant compromises and concessions had only earned her abandonment, betrayal, and humiliation.
But now, things were different. With their mate bond severed, she could wear whatever she liked, eat whatever she wanted, and no longer had to conform to Mrs. Ashcroft’s standards.
Zvonimir seemed to catch the underlying meaning behind her words, and his expression darkened. After a moment, he frowned and said, “You’re still as petty as ever.”
Rishima felt a pang of frustration but calmly tightened her grip on her seatbelt and said, “Yes, I’m petty, with poor taste too. Your mother was right to have the butler manage my wardrobe. I’m an ungrateful, small–minded wolf. It’s fortunate that I could see that for myself. When you suggested severing our mate bond, I agreed immediately…”
She stopped speaking, turning her gaze to the window. The wind brushed against her tear–streaked cheeks, carrying her tears away.
Zvonimir’s brow furrowed, and his expression became unreadable. Clearly, her words had soured his mood.
When Rishima noticed that Zvonimir was driving west instead of back to his villa, she turned to glare at him. “What are you trying
to do? Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll know when we get there,” Zvonimir replied cryptically.
Hearing this, Rishima realized she wouldn’t make it to the airport that afternoon. Reluctantly, she canceled her flight and resigned herself to waiting for another chance to leave.
The rest of the drive passed in silence. Rishima didn’t want to speak, and after a sleepless night followed by Zvonimir’s antics, her body and spirit were utterly drained.
Zvonimir eventually brought her to the western villa district–a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, with each property costing at least a hundred million dollars.
The Ashcroft Group’s ventures included projects in this area, and Zvonimir owned one of the villas here.
“From now on, you’ll live here.” Zvonimir escorted Rishima to the apartment, lazily lounging on the sofa. His gaze traveled
shamelessly over her body.
Rishima, with her curvaceous figure, was a sight to behold whether in a form–fitting dress or a simple t–shirt. Her presence alone was enough to ignite desire in any male wolf.
Rishima eyed him warily. “What do you mean by this?”
Zvonimir smirked. “You’re smart enough to figure it out.”
Rishima’s tension grew. She bolted, abandoning her luggage, but just as her hand touched the doorknob, Zvonimir caught her and pinned her against the door.”
As she struggled, he gripped her waist tightly. “Don’t move!”
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The Alpha’s Possession 29
“Zvonimir! Let me go!”
“Don’t rush.” He nipped at her earlobe, deliberately blowing warm bath against her ear. “Be my mistress, and I’ll give you fifty million dollars a month. You can pick any car or house you want.”
“Mistress?” Rishima murmured. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was incredibly calm. “You let go of me first. I’m tired. Give me a moment to think.”
These past few days, they had been constantly arguing and clashing with each other. Now, hearing Rishima’s tone soften, Zvonimir felt overjoyed, even more excited than when he had been mate–bonded to Farah.
“Alright, I’ll give you a minute. Take your time to think it over. If you like this villa, I’ll transfer it to your name tomorrow. If you don’t, choose another one. As for the car, what brand do you prefer? Tomorrow, I’ll go to the garage and buy it for you, or I can take you to pick one out…”
Rishima stared at Zvonimir with a look of disdain. She walked over straight to Zvonimir before smashing it onto his head!
the coffee table, suddenly grabbed the ashtray, and went
“You want me to be your mistress? Go to hell!” Rishima had never sworn or spoken out of turn, but at this moment, she truly
couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to kill Zvonimir.
Caught off guard, Zvonimir couldn’t dodge in time, and the ashtray hit his head. Immediately, blood began to flow from his forehead, staining his eyebrows red.
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A—” Zvonimir raised his hand to touch his forehead, only to find his fingers covered in blood. His eyes turned bright red with fury. “Are you trying to murder me?! You hit me so hard…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Rishima swiftly grabbed a vase and threw it at him, but this time, Zvonimir caught her wrist.
“So you really want to kill me!”
Crash!
The vase shattered on the ground into countless pieces.
Rishima panted heavily, her eyes red and her face slightly pale. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Why don’t you just die?”
Zvonimir had never seen Rishima like this before. He felt both annoyed and oddly intrigued. Seeing her so angry, he couldn’t understand why, but he found it somewhat fascinating.
“Behave yourself!” Zvonimir shouted, pressing a tissue against his bleeding forehead. He turned around to see Rishima glaring at him, and he couldn’t help but sneer.
Rishima didn’t say a word, pulling her suitcase and heading for the door.
Zvonimir casually followed her, saying, “You have a close friend named Zelda, and relatives in your hometown. Don’t you worry
about their safety?”
Rishima immediately froze in her tracks.
Zvonimir walked up to her and said nonchalantly, “Ah, I also remember you have a younger sister who’s studying in high school. I heard she plans to apply for the Imperial College of Music this year. What do you think will happen to her if I make sure she can never study again? Do you think she’ll hate you for the rest of her life?”
Rishima clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain, and her face contorted with anger.
