Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Erotica Collection

Darius’s POV

The weight of the past week pressed down on my shoulders like a fucking mountain. Five attacks. Five. My warriors were dropping like flies, and the pack was starting to whisper. I could feel their fear, their doubt, creeping through the bonds like rot. I was Darius fucking Vargas, the Alpha of the Moon Ridge Pack, I couldn't let shit like this keep happening!

I needed to clear my head. Needed to forget, even if just for an hour.

That's how I ended up in my quarters with Rachel, an omega who'd made it clear she was available whenever I needed release. She was soft, willing, and asked no questions. Perfect for what I required.

She was on her knees before me, her mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking eagerly as I leaned back against the headboard. Her tongue worked the shaft, her lips sliding up and down with practiced rhythm. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her pace, grunting as she took me deeper.

"That's it," I growled, thrusting into her throat. "Take it all."

She gagged but didn't pull away, her hands gripping my thighs as she let me use her mouth. The tension in my muscles started to ease, replaced by the heat building in my gut. I needed this. Needed to feel something other than the constant pressure of leadership.

When I'd had enough of her mouth, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto the bed, shoving her face down into the mattress. Her ass lifted, presented, and ready. I didn't bother with foreplay—she was already wet from my scent alone. The omega response was a beautiful thing.

I lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I fucked her hard and fast. No tenderness. No romance. Just raw, animalistic fucking that shook the bed and filled the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her moans turned into sobs of pleasure as I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her from behind.

"Fuck—yes, Alpha—" she whimpered, pushing back against me.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I drove deeper. "Shut up and take it."

The knot at the base of my cock began to swell, my rhythm growing more frantic as I chased my release. The pack problems faded, replaced by the primal need to fuck, to claim, to forget—

“Alpha, come to the dungeons. We captured one alive.”

Mark's voice cut through the link like a blade.

I froze mid-thrust, my cock still buried deep inside Rachel. She whimpered beneath me, confused by the sudden stop, but I was already pulling out, ignoring her protest.

"Get out," I ordered, my voice flat.

"But Alpha—"

"I said get out."

She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes, fear flashing in her eyes as she fled. I didn't watch her leave. My mind was already in the dungeons, racing with possibilities and rage, and something dark coiled in my chest.

I shoved my cock back into my pants, not bothering to button my shirt, and headed for the door.

This is what I’ve been waiting for.

Finally a fucking breakthrough.

After going down five flights of stairs I finally reached the heavy stone entrance to the dungeons. The mixture of must, blood, sweat, and despair was enough to make any sane person lose their shit, but luckily for me I'm not sane.

Not even bothering to link me I hear Mark shout from the back room, “We’re down here Alpha!”

“Ok, I'm coming!” I yelled back already getting amped up about getting information from this captured rogue.

But when I turned the corner to enter the interrogation room I stopped in my tracks. Not much surprised me, but this sure as fuck did. It wasn't Mark or the three other warriors who were standing around in blood-stained clothes that looked as if they had been sent through a shredder.

No, what I was staring at was something completely different.

Strapped to a chair was a woman.

“What's the meaning of this Mark?,” I growled. He knew full well we don't mess with women or pups even if they're rogue.

Mark’s confidence level must be pretty damn high or he has a death wish as he walked towards me not even bearing his neck in a form of submission, “Alpha, this woman took out one of our warriors. She’s a part of this! She killed fucking Nico!”

“Nico?” I asked in a low tone, almost a whisper. Nico was the little brother of my Gamma, Matthias. Fuck, it couldn't be Nico he was barely old enough to be a warrior just a year shy of nineteen.

Without thinking I grabbed Mark by the shirt and ignored his yelp of surprise as I jerked him towards me within an inch of my face.

“Are you fucking sure it was Nico?” I growled as I used my Alpha tone. Hearing the tone the other warriors bowed their heads into immediate submission, except that woman. If looks could kill, she'd have killed me at least ten times over.

“Yes, Alpha I'm sure!” Mark murmured.

Letting him go, I turned around doing my best to get my emotions under control.

Rage, guilt, and sadness overwhelmed me as if consuming me from the inside out. If I didn't get this in check, I'd probably end up killing her too quickly without extracting the vital information we needed. Especially the biggest question of them all, why are they attacking us?

Before I even turned around I yelled to my warriors, “Leave us!”

“But Alpha!” they all cried in unison not wanting to leave me alone down here.

“Do you think as your Alpha I am incapable of handling a mere woman?” I growled staring at them as I turned around.

They didn't even answer me as they all hesitantly left one by one. As soon as I heard the heavy stone door shut back into place I turned towards my prisoner and honestly, I was just ready to get this over with.

She was small. Bruised. Blood matted her dark hair, and her lip was split, but her eyes—gods, those eyes—burned with defiance. No fear. No submission. Just pure, undiluted hatred.

And she'd killed Nico. Fucking Nico. A boy who'd barely lived.

The rage I'd been trying to suppress came roaring back, hot and uncontrollable. My wolf surged beneath my skin, claws extending, fangs lengthening. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.

I circled the chair slowly, letting my footsteps echo against the stone. She tracked my movement with those hateful eyes, her bound wrists straining against the leather straps.

"You killed one of my pack," I said, my voice deceptively calm. "A boy. Barely of age. Tell me why I shouldn't tear you apart right now."

She spat blood onto the floor. "Do it, then. But you'll never find out who's leading us."

I stopped, turning to face her fully. My hand shot out, grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look at me. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet." I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "First, I'm going to break you. And then, when you've given me everything I want, I'll make your death so slow and painful that you'll beg for the mercy I won't give."

She trembled—just slightly—but that fire in her eyes didn't dim.

Good.

This was going to be fun.