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Author: Naughtypen
last update publish date: 2026-04-29 00:22:19

Richard Brown

Bad news, when delivered properly, reveals more about loyalty than success ever does, and as I stood alone in my private office that afternoon with the sealed report resting unopened on the dark mahogany desk before me, I allowed myself several quiet seconds to observe the men standing across from me—two of my senior coordinators, both rigid, both sweating faintly beneath their collars despite the cool temperature in the room—because fear, when it appears in trained professionals
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  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   120

    Richard Brown Bad news, when delivered properly, reveals more about loyalty than success ever does, and as I stood alone in my private office that afternoon with the sealed report resting unopened on the dark mahogany desk before me, I allowed myself several quiet seconds to observe the men standing across from me—two of my senior coordinators, both rigid, both sweating faintly beneath their collars despite the cool temperature in the room—because fear, when it appears in trained professionals, always arrives before catastrophe, and the fact that neither of them spoke immediately told me everything I needed to know even before I broke the seal.I opened the file slowly, deliberately, my movements unhurried, because panic belonged to fools and amateurs, not to men who had built empires in silence, and as my eyes scanned the first page, detailing the arrest of workers, the seizure of materials, the confiscation of internal records from one of the outer production centers, I felt neithe

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   119

    Valentino Drakvolk POVThere are moments in war when silence becomes more dangerous than blades, and standing inside Richard Brown’s mansion that morning, watching my wife smile as though the world had finally given her something she had waited her entire life to receive, I understood that silence had become my weapon and my burden at the same time, because I now carried knowledge that could fracture her heart in ways no enemy ever could, and yet revealing it without certainty would destroy her trust in me just as surely as betrayal, and so I chose stillness, observation, patience—the same tools that had kept me alive through centuries of politics, betrayals, and fragile alliances that could turn lethal within a heartbeat.Velaria walked ahead of me through the wide hallway with lightness in her steps that I had rarely seen in her before, her fingers brushing along the polished wooden railings as if the place belonged to her already, and the servants who lined the walls lowered their

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   118

    Vincenzo DrakvolkThe interrogation chamber beneath the Pack House had always carried a particular kind of silence, the kind that pressed against the ribs and made even the most stubborn men rethink their loyalty, and tonight that silence felt heavier than usual because the room was not empty but filled with fear—thick, sour, and unmistakable—as rows of arrested workers from the perfume company were forced into metal chairs lined across the stone floor, their wrists bound with reinforced restraints designed for rogues and traitors, their breathing uneven, their eyes darting from guard to guard as if searching for mercy in faces that had none to give.I stood at the center of the room, unmoving, letting them feel the weight of my presence before I spoke, because fear was not always born from shouting or violence but from stillness—the kind of stillness that made men wonder when the blade would fall—and beside me stood Lorenzo, arms folded across his chest, his jaw set in that quiet, da

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   117

    Richard Brown The first thing I ever learned about werewolves was not from books, not from stories, and certainly not from myths whispered around fires.It was from blood.Real blood.Warm.Thick.And spreading across the floor of my childhood home.I remember the smell more than anything else. Not fear. Not shouting. Not even the sound of tearing flesh that haunted my dreams for years afterward.The smell.Copper.Wet wood.Death.I was eight years old the night my parents died.We lived far from the city then—far enough that neighbors didn’t come running when screams filled the night air. Far enough that help never arrived in time when monsters decided to feed.I still remember my mother pushing me behind the kitchen storage cabinet, her hands trembling as she shoved me into darkness.“Don’t make a sound,” she whispered.Her voice had been steady.Too steady.That was the moment I knew she was afraid.My father stood in the doorway, holding nothing but a rusted shotgun he barely kn

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   116

    Vincenzo Drakvolk My phone vibrated.Once.Then again.I stopped walking.Lorenzo halted beside me instantly, his instincts as sharp as mine when something shifted in the air. He didn’t ask immediately. He didn’t need to. My posture alone told him this was not casual communication.I checked the screen.Dante.That alone narrowed my focus.I answered without hesitation.“Speak,” I said.There was breathing on the other end first—steady, controlled, but carrying the tension of someone who had forced himself into a situation he barely escaped.“Alpha Vincenzo,” Dante said, voice firm but respectful. “I apologize for the sudden call.”“You don’t apologize for information,” I replied calmly. “You deliver it.”A brief silence followed, then:“Yes, Alpha.”Lorenzo shifted slightly beside me, turning his body just enough to listen without crowding my space.“I have something,” Dante continued. “Something real this time. Not suspicion… not reaction. Evidence.”That word carried weight.Evide

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   115

    Vincenzo Drakvolk The city moved like it always did—indifferent, loud, and unaware.From inside the car, I watched it all pass through tinted glass as we approached the mall. People walking without urgency. Shops opening and closing emotional transactions disguised as commerce. Nothing in their movements suggested they understood how fragile the balance underneath everything really was.Lorenzo sat beside me, silent as usual when he was thinking too deeply to waste words. His fingers rested loosely near his thigh, but I knew him well enough to recognize that stillness. It wasn’t relaxation. It was containment.We were both contained.For different reasons.The parking structure of the mall appeared ahead, bright signage reflecting off polished concrete like a controlled illusion of safety. I had been to places like this before. Wealth disguised as comfort. Consumption disguised as normality.Today, however, we weren’t here for observation alone.We were here for confirmation.The per

  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   Chapter 9: Inherited Hunger

    Vincenzo DrakvolkBeing Drakvolk meant learning early that survival was never enough. My father made sure of that. He used to say the world was not cruel, only honest, and that cruelty was what weak men called truth when they were too soft to take what they deserved. He spoke those words calmly, li

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  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   Chapter 56: I obey

    Velaria Mary Storm I obey. Wrists cross at the small of my back; the position arches my spine, pushes my breasts forward. Vincenzo rewards me immediately—mouth closing over one tight nipple, sucking hard while his hand finds the other, rolling the peak between thumb and forefinger in slow, firm tu

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  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   Chapter 49: Welcome party 2

    Valeria Mary Storm The grand hall seemed to breathe differently the moment we stepped through the wide double doors. The air was thick with woodsmoke from the low fires, candle wax, spiced wine, and the layered scents of dozens of wolves—some familiar, some foreign, all watching. My pulse hammered

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  • The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us   Chapter 48: The Welcome party

    Valeria Mary The lesson room was bathed in soft, steady light from tall windows, the air carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old paper. Mira stood across from me at the long table—no slate or chalk in sight, just a small leather-bound book open between us and a few neatly arranged noteca

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