Todos los capítulos de TRAPPED BY THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Luna MarieI was already dripping wet when Alpha Damien shoved me up against the headboard and slammed every thick inch of his cock into me.My tits were smashed against his hard chest, bouncing hard with every brutal thrust. Sweat slid between us, mixing with the wet mess already coating his cock and my thighs. He was so fucking deep I could feel him in my stomach.He was buried to the hilt, stretching me open, and I was so fucking wet the sounds were filthy, wet, loud, shameless. Every time he pulled out and slammed back in, my pussy made that nasty slick noise that only happens when you’re getting properly fucked."Fuck—Damien—your cock feels so fucking good," I gasped, voice breaking."Yeah?" he growled, hips snapping harder. "You love getting your tight little cunt wrecked, don’t you?""Yes—god, yes—don’t stop—""That’s it," Damien growled against my neck, one big hand gripping my ass hard enough to bruise, yanking me onto his cock like I was made for it. "Take every fucking

Alpha JadeThe thing I found at my mother's doorstep was still warm when I picked it up.A rogue pack rune stone, the kind that marked territory and alliance, the kind I'd only seen held by Alphas from the rogue packs who operated outside formal pack structure. It was sitting right there on the marble floor outside her quarters, glowing with heat like someone had just dropped it moments before. It only meant one thing, an alpha was here. And not just any alpha. A rogue alpha.I should have left it there. Should have called someone to investigate. But my hands were already moving, already closing around it, already understanding that finding this meant something catastrophic was happening inside my own palace.I knocked on her door without thinking about what I'd say. She answered almost immediately, her face shifting into concern the moment she saw me standing there."Jade, sweetheart, you look exhausted. Come in," she said, pulling me into the room. "I was just resting. Your fath

KieranThe rain hit me like a punishment I deserved.I'd been riding for two hours when the sky opened up, and the cold was the kind that went through everything—jacket, thermal, skin, bone. It got to the part of me that was supposed to be invulnerable. My hands were numb around the handlebars, my teeth chattering so hard I thought they'd crack, and my legs were shaking in a way that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with how terrified I was of what I'd find when I got there.Every mile felt like I was riding through hell, and maybe I deserved that too. I'd let her be taken. I'd been at the hospital and I hadn't felt it, hadn't sensed her being taken by an Alpha with that kind of power. I'd failed her in every way that mattered, and now I was racing toward a pack I didn't know, into territory that wasn't mine, to confront a man who had all the leverage and I had nothing but desperation.The bike roared under me, and I pushed it faster even though the rain was maki

Narrator"Kieran. Vera. We know you're in there. You traitors."The voice came through a speaker system somewhere outside, amplified and deliberate, and Vera's entire body went rigid.“Traitors?” She looked at Kieran standing across the bedroom like she'd just watched him transform into someone she didn't recognize. Outside, the sound of gunshots had just died down. It was sporadic, controlled, the kind of violence that came from people with training."What are they talking about?" Vera asked, her voice barely steady. "We haven't done anything. We're not…""They're not here to negotiate," Kieran cut her off, and he was already moving toward the window. "Vera, get away from there."Outside, she could hear boots hitting pavement. Multiple sets. Organized. The voices of soldiers coordinating movement, calling out positions, approaching the palace with the precision of a military operation. This wasn't a mob. This wasn't Jade's personal guard showing up to rescue Vera back. This was som

VeraThe arrow caught Damien across the face before his claws could reach our throats.I remember the exact sound—this hollow whistle, then the sickening impact of the arrowhead against bone. His head snapped sideways like something had yanked it by a string. Blood sprayed across his shoulder, he yanked it off and a little sprinkled warm against my neck where I was holding Anna behind the moss-covered stones.For maybe two seconds, Damien didn’t move. He just stood there, one hand to his face, staring at the blood on his palm with utmost irritation. Then he lifted his head, and I saw the rage crystallize behind his eyes with pure, undiluted fury.“Where are you bastard?” he snarled.The arrow had come from the eastern edge of the ravine, from a Purplemoon soldier I could barely see through the ferns and brush. The guy was on his back, bleeding out from at least three different wounds, and he’d still managed to pull his bow and aim. He was dying. He knew it. But he did it anyway,