บททั้งหมดของ SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORMSELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through every fiber of my being, making it all the more overwhelming, all the more intensely forbidden.This symphony of sensation, this rising tide of raw, carnal noise, is increasing the pleasure to an almost unbearable degree. It’s increasing the sensation, sharpening every nerve ending, heightening t

CHAPTER 53. WHISPERS AND DARKNESS SELENE'S POV The shower washes away the lingering heat, but not the lingering shame. My skin still tingles, a phantom touch where his hands had been, where my own had clawed at him, at myself. I scrub harder, as if I can scour away the memory, the scent, the sheer, undeniable *want* that consumed me. When I finally step out, the bathroom mirror reflects a stranger—eyes too wide, lips swollen, a flush high on my cheekbones that no amount of cold water can diminish.I dry myself mechanically, pulling on the softest, most innocuous clothes I can find: a simple silk camisole and loose-fitting trousers. Anything to feel normal, to feel *clean*. I glance at the time on my phone, the glowing digits mocking me: 8:17 PM. A wave of nausea washes over me. Morgana. Willow Street. That drink. The promise feels like a lifetime ago, a relic from a different, saner version of myself.Now, the thought of facing her, of feigning normalcy, feels like an insurmountable

CHAPTER 55. THE STALKER'S NOTESELENE'S POV “I have always been against that from the start, baby girl,” Mom says, her voice softening, laced with a familiar, weary regret. She takes hold of my hand, her touch cool and reassuring, and leads me toward the bed. I frown, observing her carefully as both of us sit down on the edge of the mattress.“It's just, you know, really been weird,” she continues, twisting her fingers in her lap. “I feel kind of powerless beside your dad, unable to fight anything. He's just, you know how strong-headed he is. A man who is out of the traditional mold, who ensures everything is followed to the letter.” She sighs, a deep, heavy sound that speaks volumes about decades of silent compromise. “But I myself, on a personal note, I deeply think your marriage to someone shouldn't be based on some tradition that looks, you know… I don't really know. It's just weird.”She turns her gaze away, looking toward the window, her profile etched with melancholy. “I just

CHAPTER 57. THE WEIGHT OF SECRETS SELENE'S POV I don't know if this is a good plan or a terrible one, but I’m already speeding through the expressway like my life depends on it. My hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles have turned white. My entire body trembles, my mind spinning in chaotic circles. I can’t seem to find my breath—everything feels unreal, terrifying. My heart is hammering in my chest so violently it almost drowns out the roar of the car engine.Oh my God. I can’t make sense of anything right now. It’s like my brain is running in panic loops, refusing to calm down. The only thing I know is that I’m driving too fast, maybe faster than I should, but I can’t stop. The shock coursing through me is so overwhelming it makes it hard to think straight.I slam my foot on the brakes, and the car screeches to a halt right in front of Willow Street Café—the one place I suspect Morgana might be. Tires skid, smoke rises briefly from the asphalt, and my br

CHAPTER 59. FIRE THAT NEVER ENDSSELENE'S POV I stare at him, stunned, my pulse hammering in my throat as his words cut through the thick air between us. “I’m going to ask you why the hell you couldn’t manage to control your heat at your puberty age,” he says, voice sharp, heavy with accusation. His fingers grip my jaw, his golden eyes narrowing like he’s dissecting me piece by piece. The arrogance in his tone hits harder than the question itself.Anger rushes through me, hot and sharp. I slap his hand away from my face, jaw clenching. “Don’t you dare try to use that as an excuse,” I bite out, my voice trembling with fury. “Not all girls have the ability to control their heat, okay? And I’m one of the unlucky ones who can’t.”He scoffs, that low, mocking sound that grates against my already fraying nerves. “Yeah, I know that,” he says, lips twisting into a smirk that makes me want to break something. “But that kind of situation happens rarely—and it’s mostly with girls that have defe