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The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 40: I did that?
Serah:I squeezed my eyes shut, as if darkness could erase what I’d just done.Who the hell sleeps with their therapist?“You can open your eyes now, Miss Serah.”His voice—deep, infuriatingly calm—snapped me upright on the bed.“I—I… I’m sorry, but did we…?”“What do you think a naked man and a naked woman do in a bed?” he asked flatly.I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth.Nothing. My mind was a blank wall. All I remembered was dialing a number… and then—Moon Goddess, strike me dead.“Oh…” My gaze darted around. No clothes. Just scraps—torn shreds—of what used to be my outfit scattered across the floor like evidence.Torn.The room looked like a storm had passed through it: sheets twisted, pillows flung, lamp tipped over.“I don’t understand… Dr. Dante, where are my clothes? What happened here?”He said nothing. Just exhaled heavily, yanked the bedsheet off the mattress, and wrapped it around himself, leaving me completely exposed.“Miss Serah,” he said quietly, “find something
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 39: Oh No!
Sarah:I groaned softly, rubbing my temples as the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. Another late night in this soul-sucking office, my laptop screen glaring back at me with a dozen open tabs of unfinished projects. Budget reviews, compliance audits, inventory reports—they all blurred together into one endless nightmare. The stack of physical files on my desk teetered precariously, threatening to avalanche at any moment. I sighed, leaning back in my creaky chair, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle deeper into my bones.Three colleagues had quit in the last month alone. Good for them, I thought bitterly. But their workloads hadn't disappeared; they'd just been redistributed like unwanted pups in a litter. Now, everything landed on the rest of us, stretching our already thin resources to the breaking point. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, a faint growl echoing in my mind. She hated this confinement as much as I did—trapped in a human world of deadlines and
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 38: Father has a cult
VincenzoThe villa balcony overlooked the turquoise stretch of ocean that never seemed to end. Waves crashed soft and rhythmic below the cliffs, carrying salt and jasmine on the breeze. The infinity pool shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting the last purple streaks of sunset. Somewhere inside, Valeria was probably still napping—curled in the massive white bed, skin golden from the sun, fresh bite marks blooming on her throat and thighs like dark flowers. Ours. Safe. Untouched by the rot we’d left behind.This was supposed to be the break. No council meetings. No bloodied chambers. No elders begging. Just her laughter, her moans, her body between us under open skies.Valentino stepped out onto the terrace barefoot, shirt unbuttoned to the waist, white hair tousled by the wind. He struck a match against the stone railing—sharp crack, flare—and lit the cigarette between his lips. Took a drag. Then pulled it free and held it out to me.Our fingers brushed as I took it. That small spark
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 37: Y'all are terrible
Velaria Mary StormMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure they could hear it.Pinch me. Please, someone *pinch me*.Because if this isn’t a fever dream, then I—Velaria Storm—am currently standing in a sprawling marble villa that looks like it was carved out of starlight, surrounded by three immortal Dragon Blood Kings who are looking at me like I’m the rarest treasure they’ve ever unearthed in their endless lives.And the jewelry… God, the *jewelry*.Endless velvet trays glint under soft golden chandeliers—rubies like frozen heartbeats, sapphires deep enough to drown in, diamonds that fracture light into rainbows across my trembling fingers. I reach out almost afraid to touch one.“Is this… a joke?” My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I lift a heavy ruby heirloom necklace; it feels warm, alive, pulsing faintly against my palm like it recognizes me.Lorenzo’s low chuckle rolls over my skin before his arm does. Strong fingers settle possessively at my hip, tugging me g
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 36: Like what you see?
Valeria Mary Storm The jet dipped lower, engines softening to a velvet purr, and my stomach did that delicious flip—not just from the descent, but from the way Vincenzo’s palm stayed pressed between my thighs like it belonged there. Warm. Unyielding. His thumb had been drawing those slow, torturous circles over the cashmere for hours, never enough pressure to let me tip over the edge, just enough to keep me soaked, swollen, and quietly frantic.“Almost there, princess,” he whispered into my hair, voice so low it vibrated against my scalp. The satisfaction in it made my inner walls flutter uselessly around nothing.I lifted my head from his chest, peering through the oval window. Endless turquoise stretched below, broken by a perfect crescent of white sand and swaying palms. Then the villa came into view—sleek glass walls that caught the sun like mirrors, an infinity pool that looked like it poured straight into the ocean, no other signs of life anywhere. Just us. Private. Secluded. O
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us Chapter 34: Good Girl Reward
Valeria Mary Storm:Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains like liquid gold, warm across my closed eyelids. I didn’t want to open them yet. My body felt… heavy. Deliciously wrecked. Every muscle ached in a way that made me want to stretch and purr at the same time.The ritual collar lay cool and solid against my throat, the dragon scale warm from skin contact, the wolf fang almost thrumming like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t just jewelry anymore. It pulsed faintly with something alive—three threads of heat weaving into my own pulse. Lorenzo’s wild hunger. Vincenzo’s smoldering claim. Valentino’s quiet, unbreakable possession.I shifted, and a low hiss escaped me. Gods, I was sore. My thighs sticky, inner muscles tender from knots and relentless stretching, breasts tender from claws and mouths. Cum still leaked slowly from between my legs—thick, warm reminders of how thoroughly they’d filled me. Marked me inside and out.A rough hand slid over my hip, possessive even in sleep. Lor
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