Semua Bab SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim: Bab 21 - Bab 30

CHAPTER 21: THE DEMON’S CLAIMSELENE’S POV“I’m going to tell you what I am, Selene.” His voice is deep, rough, vibrating like a bass note through every fragile system in my body. “I am your personal hell.”My breath catches.“Oh God…”“I am your demon. The one sent to make your life hell, to remind you that you have no place in the world of good. You have to keep sinning, every single damn time, dragging yourself into situations that will prove you’re the bad girl you really are.” His tone is silk and steel, a mix of temptation and curse. “I am your temptation—the ever-reigning supreme being that will ensure you keep getting claimed over and over again until all you can think about is me.”What the fuck? My mind screams the words, heart slamming in my chest.Oh my days. I cannot believe this. Cannot believe the girl staring back at him in the bathroom mirror is me.I look at him, eyes wide, searching his face,

CHAPTER 23: CLAIMED ON THE TILESSELENE’S POVI snap my eyes open, heart hammering so hard it drowns out every other sound. My breath rasps, broken, as if I’ve been pulled from a dream I can’t escape.“God… this is insane,” I whisper, my voice shaking, trembling on the edge of collapse. But the words lack any real conviction, a hollow plea that even I don’t believe.I try to pull away, pressing weakly against him, but Damien doesn’t release me. His grip is iron, his body an unyielding cage pinning me to the bathroom wall.“Don’t fight it, baby.” His voice is molten velvet, thick with hunger. He squeezes my ass harder, rough, possessive, and his mouth clamps down around my breast, sucking with punishing force.“Oh God—” My cry cuts off into a moan as my back bows uncontrollably. I arch helplessly into him, betraying myself, arms clamping tighter around his neck. My fingers dig into the thick muscles there, clinging as though I’ll

CHAPTER 25: SHADOWS BETWEEN SISTERS SELENE’S POV What was all that craziness? Jesus—what the…? The thought screams inside my head as I finally push myself up from the cold bathroom tiles, my body trembling, slick with sweat, every muscle aching as though I’ve run miles. My skin is bare, damp, exposed. My chest rises and falls too fast, lungs refusing to calm, heart battering against my ribs. Lyra kneels beside me, her eyes wide, her face carved with worry. Her hands dart to my face, warm palms pressing to my cheeks, forcing me to look away from the fear swirling inside me and focus on her. “Selene,” she says, her voice both urgent and trembling, “okay, brace yourself. I know you’re probably scared right now. I don’t know what happened, but God—you look so sick. Can you please tell me what happened?” Her gaze pins me, searching for truth, for sense. But my eyelids f

CHAPTER 27: THE GLOW IN HIS EYESSELENE’S POV I press my palm against my forehead, closing my eyes as though I can hold back the chaos swelling inside me. My temples throb with the pressure of it all, and I feel Lyra shift beside me. She inches closer, her movement tentative, her voice soft but sharp with worry.“Selene, are you okay? Did something happen to you?”Her tone is quick, almost panicked, like she’s already bracing herself for whatever answer I might give. I force out a small laugh, a brittle sound, and turn my head away from her to hide the storm in my face. My lips curve into what I hope looks like a casual smile.“No, no. I’m good. Very, very good, actually,” I say, trying to sound light, almost dismissive. “It’s just… I feel a slight headache. Nothing serious. I think I should really get to bed.”Her brows lift skeptically, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “And how am I supposed to believe this isn’t just a trick? A

CHAPTER 29: LESSONS IN DISTRACTION SELENE’S POVI snap my eyes open, my head shaking hard as though I can fling the memories out of my mind. My face burns so hot I know I’m blushing furiously, the heat spreading down my neck. My palms are pressed together so tightly they ache, my thighs clamped close, and yet I can’t stop panting. My body is betraying me, trembling and restless, refusing to calm down no matter how much I beg it in silence.“Oh God, help me,” I whisper inside my head, teeth cutting into my lip. “What kind of torment am I throwing myself into?”Drake drives the car smoothly out of our estate gates, the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of tires on pavement only making my spiraling thoughts louder. My heart refuses to slow until finally, within minutes, we pull to a stop.The Viridian Modern School of Royalty towers in front of me, its walls glinting beneath the afternoon sun, a place built to impress and intimidate all at once. My refuge. My trap.The second the