LOGINForty and StarvingLily’s povTwo full days had passed since I left the house with one suitcase and the USB still roaming in my memory. The hotel room felt larger than it should have, the bed too wide, the silence heavier than any argument. I spent most of the time curled against the headboard in soft pants and an old sweater, staring at the city lights that blurred through the glass. Forgiveness sat like a stone in my chest, because returning home felt like choosing the same lie again. Staying alone felt like drowning in the quiet that followed every betrayal.I had not answered Mark’s calls. The phone stayed face-down on the nightstand, its occasional buzz a reminder I refused to touch.Late on the second afternoon the hotel phone rang. I answered on the third ring, expecting a routine message about towels or room service.“Dr. Lancaster? There’s a gentleman in the lobby asking for you. He gave the name Alpha Jay Sherwood. Shall I send him up?”My pulse jumped so hard I felt it in m
Forty and StarvingLily’s povThree days had passed since that phone call on my drive home. Three days of Mark treating me like I mattered again. Mornings where he pulled me close before work, evenings where we lingered over dinner and talked about dreams we had set aside. The intimacy between us felt alive once more. I woke each day with a quiet joy I had almost forgotten existed. The constant ache that had haunted me was gone, replaced by a warm contentment. My husband had come back to me, and I believed we were rebuilding something stronger.That afternoon I hummed softly in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for the stir-fry I planned to make. Mark had texted earlier saying he would be late from a meeting but promised to bring dessert. I smiled at my phone, heart light. Life finally felt balanced. My work at the clinic flowed smoothly, and at home I no longer carried that heavy loneliness.The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I wiped my hands on a towel and walked to the
Forty and StarvingLily’s povReturning home, I turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, expecting the usual quiet house and the faint glow of Mark’s laptop in the study. Instead, warm light spilled from the dining room, carrying the rich aroma of garlic, herbs, and simmering tomato sauce. My steps slowed. Mark appeared in the hallway, wiping his hands on a dish towel, wearing a soft smile I hadn’t seen in months.“Welcome home,” he said, stepping forward to take my bag. He pulled me into a hug, arms wrapping around me with a firmness that felt new. “I know I’ve been distant. Work has been eating me alive, but that’s no excuse. Tonight is just for us.”I breathed in the scent of his cologne mixed with cooking spices. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “This is… unexpected.”He smiled and led me to the table where candles flickered and two glasses of red wine waited. We ate slowly while I shot him surprise glances. The pasta was perfectly seasoned, the wine rich on my tongu
“Forty and Starving”Jay’s povI gripped Mia’s hips harder, driving into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Her young body arched on my bed, tight and eager, moaning loudly into the pillow. She was twenty-two, flexible, always ready for whatever I wanted. Right now I had her on all fours, one hand fisted in her long blonde hair, the other slapping against her ass as I fucked her hard and fast.“Jay…mmh…please,” she gasped, surrendering herself to me.Sweat greased our skin. I leaned over her, biting her shoulder as I pounded deeper. Her walls clenched around me. I reached underneath and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she cried out, body shaking through her orgasm. I kept going, chasing my own release, thrusting with intense need until I finally came, groaning as I spilled inside her.We collapsed onto the sheets. Mia curled against my chest, tracing my tattoo with her finger, smiling like she always did after sex. “That was amazing. You’re always so intense.”I kisse
Forty and Starving”Dr. Lily’s povThe clinic hummed with its usual afternoon rhythm, but my mind refused to settle. Three days had crawled by since Alpha Jay walked out of my exam room, his parting words still echoing in my ears. I told myself it was nothing. Just a patient. Just a moment of weakness brought on by another cold night beside Mark. Yet every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his gaze had held mine, steady and unafraid, as if he could see straight through the white coat and the wedding ring to the woman beneath.I sat at my desk reviewing charts when Sarah knocked lightly. “Alpha Jay Sherwood is here for his follow-up. Room three.”My stomach tightened. I smoothed my hands down my coat, took a slow breath, and walked down the hallway. When I pushed open the door, he was already seated on the edge of the exam table, legs slightly apart, wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. A faint sheen of sweat still clung to his neck from whatever he had b
Chapter 1: Empty NightsDr. Lily’s povI stared at the ceiling, the sheets twisted around my legs, while Mark’s snores rumbled beside me. Another night. Another failure. My body hummed with unmet need, a steady pulse that no amount of my own fingers could satisfy anymore. I slipped from the bed, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. The clock glowed 2:17 a.m.In the dim light from the range hood, I poured a glass of water and leaned against the counter. My silk robe clung—no, it draped loosely over my shoulders, the fabric whispering against my skin. I had bought it weeks ago, hoping the deep emerald color would catch Mark’s eye the way it once had. Tonight I had worn it to bed, let it fall open just enough, pressed myself against his back. He had patted my hip once, mumbled something about an early meeting, and rolled away.I set the glass down harder than intended, the sound echoing in the quiet house. Heat gathered low in my belly, familiar an
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Seducing the AlphaRoman~The moment Azalea pushed that door open, I should have stopped.But I didn’t.I kept fucking the woman bent over my desk harder, eyes locked on the only woman who had ever managed to crawl under my skin. Azalea stood frozen in the doorway in her new tight clothes, looking
Seducing the AlphaAzalea~I woke up with my cheek stuck to the cold leather of the small couch in the secretary’s antechamber, the torn dress from last night still damp and clinging to my skin like a punishment I couldn’t escape.My body hurt in ways I didn’t want to name. A deep, throbbing ache
Seducing the AlphaRoman~The heavy door to my penthouse at the top of Thorin Tower slammed shut with a sound that echoed through the empty space like a gunshot. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t need them. The storm outside provided enough through the windows. Flashes of lightning illuminate







