Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections): Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The forest never slept. Its heartbeat pulsed in the air, in the roots that spread deep under the soil, in the way shadows bent when the moon rose. Arwen had lived her twenty-one years with one law burned into her blood: never wander too far into the Silverwood during a red moon.But tonight, her hunger won.Her wolf clawed beneath her skin, restless. Heat burned through her veins, and her body ached with a craving she barely understood. The elders called it the Moonbound Thirst, the moment an Omega wolf came of age, when her body no longer belonged solely to her.And worse, Arwen had been marked since birth as a Seer’s Child. That meant she would not belong to just one Alpha.The forest lured her deeper with whispers and cool wind. The air thickened, humming with power, until she stumbled into a moonlit clearing. The stone circle at its heart pulsed faintly, like the forest itself was breathing.And three shadows waited there.The Three AlphasThe first stepped forward, tall and broad

The morning after was worse than the night.Elena woke tangled in satin sheets that still carried his scent, smoke, leather, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Her body ached, marked by bruises that his hands and mouth had painted across her skin. Every inch of her reminded her of him.Dante Viero.She should’ve despised him. She did despise him. And yet when she stretched, when the memory of his rough kiss, his brutal thrusts, and his whispered claim echoed in her mind, heat curled traitorously between her thighs.“Goddamn him,” she muttered, throwing the sheets aside.The door opened before she could stand.Dante walked in like a storm, sleeves rolled up, shirt undone just enough to reveal the ridges of his chest. He held a file in one hand, a cup of espresso in the other. Without asking, he set the cup on her bedside table.“Drink. You’ll need it.”Her chin lifted. “I don’t take orders.”“You do now.” He flicked the file open, not even glancing at her. “Your father left me debts

Lilith Gabby had never liked business galas. The long gowns, forced smiles, and the sense of being displayed like some polished ornament made her feel caged. She’d much rather have been in her own world, bare feet on hardwood floors, music low, painting something messy that no one else had to understand.But tonight wasn’t about choice. Tonight, she was the face of Gabby Enterprises, her late father’s empire that had landed in her hands far earlier than expected. She wore confidence like she wore her blood-red silk gown: tight, clinging, leaving little room for error.And that was when Jon Henspen walked in.She spotted him from across the ballroom, tall and sharply cut in a black suit that molded perfectly to his shoulders. His presence wasn’t loud, yet the air shifted as though it knew he belonged to no one but himself. His jaw was shadowed with evening stubble, his tie slightly undone, as if he’d only tolerated the dress code to get through the door.Lilith pretended not to watch h

Morning light spilled through the curtains, soft gold against the wreck of tangled sheets and bruised skin. Lilith stirred, body aching deliciously in places Jon had claimed through the night.He was already awake. She knew it the moment her lashes fluttered open, his gaze was on her, steady, burning. He sat propped on one arm, bare chest rising and falling with a control she didn’t trust.“You watch me when I sleep,” she murmured, voice still husky.His hand slid down her arm, fingertips tracing idly, like he was memorizing her piece by piece. “I don’t watch,” Jon corrected quietly. “I guard.”That word tightened something in her chest. Guard. As if she were a possession to protect or a weakness to hide.She rolled onto her back, exposing herself to his gaze, unashamed of her nudity. “Do I need guarding?”He leaned down, lips grazing her collarbone, then lower, until his mouth brushed the fading bite mark on her breast. “Yes.” His voice was gravel, dangerous. “Especially from me.”He

The city outside Kovoc’s mansion never slept. Even in silence, you could feel it, the pulse of engines, the echo of sirens, the distant hum of a world that didn’t know a war was always being fought in the shadows.Kimberly woke before dawn. The room was still dim, the curtains drawn, but she could sense him there, not asleep anymore. Kovoc Rysand sat in the chair across from the window, bare-chested, a glass of whiskey untouched beside him. The scars on his skin caught the faint morning light, each one a story no one dared ask about.He didn’t turn when she stirred.“How long have you been awake?” she asked softly.His voice was rough, quiet. “Long enough to remember why I shouldn’t have let you stay.”Kimberly sat up, the sheet slipping slightly down her shoulder. “You needed rest.”He looked over at her finally, eyes darker than the city sky behind him. “I don’t need rest. I need control.”She held his gaze. “You already have that.”For a moment, neither spoke. The air was heavy,