LOGINMorgana’s POVMy phone ringing wakes me up the next morning. “Hello?” My voice is all groggy and frankly I need to go back to sleep. It’s barely light outside. “Mrs Hamilton,” I spring upright, every atom of sleep vanishing from my eyes. “J-Julius?”The clock by my bedside reads 4:10am. “My apologies for calling at an absurd time,” Julius says, and he does sound apologetic. “Report to work today by 7pm.”What the actual hell? I rub my eyelids, groaning softly. “Is there a reason why or am I supposed to shut up and obey?”“You’re very funny, Mrs Hamilton. Have a lovely day.” And the line clicks dead. I stare at my phone, caught between annoyance and bewilderment. has to be a joke. What am I going to do in the office at 7pm? What sort of assistant comes to work by that time? It’s only day two of this job and I feel like it’s been a decade. With a soft sigh, I save Julius’s number, then head to the bathroom to start my morning routine. That’s it. About all the sleep I’m getting
Ryker’s POVI’d be lying if I said I know what I’m doing. I spotted Morgana miles away, clutching a bunch of papers and staring into space like the ditzy little omega she is. I should have just continued on my way, gone up to see my father as I’d planned. But I couldn’t. Something about Morgana in that red skirt, that blouse hugging her body just right and showing the right bit of cleavage, made my mouth go dry. When I grabbed her and pulled her into some random supply closet, I didn’t know. When I kissed her, I was fully aware. Fuck. Has she always tasted this good? “Ryker?!” She gasps, her eyes widening. She looks shocked, disappointed? What the fuck? “Get off me!” She screams, and the next thing I feel is a slap on my right cheek. I don’t let her escape. Grabbing her hips, I slam her against the door. My cheek stings, but that’s nothing. “Is that the way to greet your husband, Mor?” I ask, smiling at her. “I’ve missed you.”She glares at me, her eyes shiny. “I havent! You…yo
Morgana’s POVAlpha Dante doesn't like me.Matter of fact, I think he hates me.“What are you wearing?” His voice is cold, colder than his eyes as he glares at me. I glance down at my outfit, a frown creasing my brow. It’s nothing scandalous, just the cute outfit I always wore whenever I served him. Yesterday, after the whole incident at S&M that ended in me both crying my heart out and getting my job back, I showed up at The Dark Brotherhood to resume my duties.Only to be met with Alpha Dante’s icy stare.“I…” my mouth runs dry. “Alpha I don't understand, did I do something wrong?”He sighs, rubbing his temples. “You’re not working as my whisky girl any longer, Morgana. You have lost that privilege.”His words hit like a slap, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. “W-what?” Okay, now I feel very stupid that I showed up in this. “What did I do?” my voice comes out small and squeaky.Alpha Dante stares at me. And I'm reminded of last night. Not the look he gave me as I fell apart un
Morgana pov“We need to find who took the photo. What if they–”Alpha Dante grunts, his brows knitted together as he places me gently over the bed like I'd break at the tiniest force which honestly, after all the shit that just went down, I would. “Stop worrying your head, Morgana,” he says, staring down at me with the intensity I've grown to associate with him. “I’ll take care of it.”I wish I could just calm down and believe him. I have no doubts when he says he’ll handle something. He is Alpha Dante. But that doesn't make me feel better.Someone saw us.Someone saw me kissing him and grinding on his clothed cock like a bitch omega in heat. What if it was Selene? Or Jon? Or someone entirely different that’s most likely going to use it against me.“Morgana,” Alpha Dante growls, grabbing my chin and squishing my cheeks together. “Look at me.”I meet his eyes. “You’re afraid,”I nod. I am. Oh goddess, i’m fucking terrified.I’m also cold but that’s the least of my problems right now
Ryker’s POVI can always trust Morgana to pull stupid little tricks like this. Call me and say absolutely nothing, then hang up and turn her phone off. Classic attention seeking behaviour. One that I’m used to, given how long I’ve known and been with her. But tonight, it feels different. I don’t even know why I picked the call up, not when I was busy, buried deep in the love of my life. Why did I see Morgana’s name on my screen and my thumb worked on autopilot to pick the call? Talk about the worst timing possible. Now I have to cook up an excuse or something, something she’ll believe. Well if I’m being honest, Morgana will believe anything I tell her. That’s how much she loves me. I stare at my phone, at the screen that has long since gone blank and is now reflecting my face back at me. Why does my heart feel so strange? Like I did something wrong. It reminds me of the times my mother caught me stealing a cookie and she just looked at me silently till I broke down and apologize
Morgana’s POV His hand cups the back of my neck, grabbing me closer to meet his lips. There’s no build up, no warning. Just raw heat and anger. He kisses me, his lips hard and demanding. Like he’s angry at me and wants to punish me for something. His lips, normally soft and warm, feel like an accusation. His teeth nip my lower lip, drawing blood. Blood which he laps at , a low growl rumbling in his throat. I taste it too, moaning softly at the feeling. Goddess…The kiss deepens. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and heavens know I open faster than I ever have. Heat shoots though my body, cooking now in my stomach and making me clench my wet thighs together. He’s so intense…so angry. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. But the arousal in my body is damn too real to ignore. He pins me harder to the wall, his hand leaving the back of my neck so he can grab my wrists and pin them harshly over my head. I gasp, arching my back into him, while chasing after his brutal kisses.
Morgana’s POVHeat punches straight to my gut, lighting my blood and entire body on fire. All oxygen vanishes from my lungs and my lips part in pure shock.Alpha Dante sits sprawled on the leather couch like a god of hell stretched on his throne. His pants are open, and his cock, impossibly thick,
Morgana’s POVSomething is terribly wrong with me. I must be cursed or something. Because why else will I get a message barely twelve minutes after I secured a job at Devil’s Halo, that I was fired?I stare at the message for a good five minutes, so much so that I internalize the tone and every sin
Morgana’s POVI’m so close. Just a little more and I’d—He pulls his fingers out of me.A pathetic whine rips out of my throat, my hips chasing his hand like a bitch in heat. But all he does is step back, his dark eyes watching me with satisfaction, watching me leak all over his desk and flutter ar
Morgana’s POVHis grip on my wrist is unbreakable, the heat of his palm burning into my skin like a brand. Sparks shoot up from where he touches me, shooting electricity all over my body and straight to my core. Crying out softly, I lose my footing and stumble back, my ass pressing into the hard,







