บททั้งหมดของ SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

CHAPTER 12: THE ROAD TO RAVENCROFTSELENE'S POV Lyra is seated opposite me, her posture elegant yet unnervingly sharp, her chin resting against the curve of her hand as she gazes directly into me. Her eyes are like spears, prying, searching, dissecting me piece by piece. She studies me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, her stare deep and unrelenting, as if she is peeling back layers I never gave her permission to touch. She looks at me as though I am a puzzle to be solved, a riddle demanding an answer, as though with just one more glance she could pierce through my flesh and find the truth hidden beneath my bones. God, how I hate it. The way she looks at me with such suspicion, such judgment, as if she can sense the secrets smoldering within me. I want to escape. I want to run, to fling open the door of this limousine and vanish into the day, because I cannot bear the weight of her gaze pressing down on me like this.Beside me, Morgana sits in a quieter ease, her presence

CHAPTER 14: BREAKING POINTSELENE'S POV “The fact that you couldn’t live up to the expectations as the firstborn daughter of this family and take what is rightfully yours doesn’t give you the right to step into this issue.”Father’s voice booms across the room, heavy with authority and contempt. Each word drips venom, striking like blows that leave invisible welts behind. His glare slices toward Lyra, and I see the way her body stiffens, though she holds her chin high. His words lash harder.“This is the issue we have battled for ages. It was supposed to be yours. It was supposed to be your duty. But you shamefully handed it over to your younger sister for your own selfish reasons.” His tone hardens further, each sentence an iron bar crashing into her. “I’m sorry if I don’t permit you to utter a single sentence when it comes to matters like this. I train my daughters the way I choose. I’m not saying you are not my daughter, Lyra, but at this moment you are not fit to take part in thi

CHAPTER 16: THE STRANGER IN MY LIVING ROOMSELENE'S POVHe doesn’t even act as though my presence poses the slightest danger, or even an inconvenience. Instead, his smile curves deeper, darker, carrying that explicitly devilish edge that sears heat across my skin. It rushes through me like fire snaking through dry wood, making my eyelids flutter rapidly under its intensity. My chest tightens. Breathing becomes a labor, shallow and ragged, as if the air itself resists entering my lungs. What the hell is happening to me—and what is he doing here?At this point, I’m half-convinced I’ve developed a concussion—or maybe something far worse. That has to be it. I’m dizzy, disoriented, standing stranded at the midpoint of the grand staircase, my entire body vibrating with such intensity that my mind stumbles to keep pace. My eyes widen, lips tremble, and the ground seems to shift beneath me. Nothing makes sense. Why is he here? Why now? Why in my home?“Oh, Selene… you’re in danger,” my wolf w

CHAPTER 18: PERFECT HANDS, PERFECT DISASTERSELENE'S POV He chuckles low in his chest, the sound rich and vibrating through the room, and shakes his head slowly.“Well, it’s really, really motivating and nice to hear you think that of me,” he says, his voice plunging deep, baritone resonance sliding through me like liquid heat.I blink rapidly, my brain short-circuiting, my chest tightening as his gaze locks onto mine. His eyes blaze with that impossible, smoldering intensity—eyes that seem to strip me bare without even moving, eyes that whisper secrets louder than words. They say everything in one plain meaning. They say: I see you. I remember. I want.God, his eyes are telling me everything, explaining everything, leaving me no escape. My mind struggles, tripping and stumbling to keep up, to decode the storm of his personality, his intentions.What the hell is happening right now?He is supposed to feel guilty. Yes, g

CHAPTER 20: DEMON IN THE STEAMSELENE'S POV God, this is so messed up. So messed up as fuck.I shouldn’t be thinking about him. I should be hating him, wishing him away, scrubbing him from my memory until nothing remains but disgust. I should be sharpening my fury, ready to kill him the very next moment we’re alone again. Because he must think I’m some cheap slut he can summon whenever he wants, take whenever he pleases, every single fucking day.But he’s wrong.And I’ll make damn sure he knows it.My reflection in the glass is a fractured, broken thing, my eyes hollow, my dignity stained like cracks in the mirror. I close my eyes, exhale hard.Oh God, you’re so stupid, Selene.Maybe I shouldn’t have let it happen last night. Maybe I shouldn’t have drunk so deep on him, drowned myself in his every touch.I grab the soap, scrubbing furiously, running it over every curve, every inch of skin, cleansing my