Semua Bab SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim: Bab 61 - Bab 69

CHAPTER 61. I HAVE NO DEFENSE AT ALLThe heavy scent of roasted coffee and old leather still lingers in the air, a false sense of domestic peace that clashes violently with the turmoil churning in my gut. Later on, in the evening, I am seated, the other two friends, including Miley Hart, having thankfully departed, leaving only Morgana and me. The silence that settles between us is thick and suffocating, weighted by everything I haven’t said.Morgana doesn't say anything, but she has been acting so strange, so *off*, since the moment we sat down. My wolf senses, usually so focused on external threats, keep picking up these frantic, almost desperate signals radiating from her—a strange mix of protective fear and intense calculation. She is truly, truly extremely scared *for* me, as though she is trying to figure out some impossible equation on my behalf. I don't really know. Perhaps she is just nervous about the entire way I had been acting throughout the day—a twitchy, jumpy mess of a

CHAPTER 63. I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME The silence is not peaceful; it is a heavy, metallic weight pressing the air from my lungs. It rings for an agonizing stretch, a relentless, echoing void as we stand plastered against the unforgiving stone wall of the room.I stare down at the letter crumpled in my white-knuckled grip. The paper is already damp with nervous sweat. I shake my head slowly, the motion feeling sluggish and disconnected from my frantic thoughts.*I never expected this.*This is not a detour; this is a catastrophic derailment. This is truly, deeply terrifying, and my mind is not just fractured—it is in shambles. I cannot keep up with the cascading threats and secrets. It’s driving me insane, driving me so freaking crazy that I feel the edges of my sanity fraying like cheap thread.Morgana's hand finds mine. Her touch is cool, steady, and entirely too sane for this moment. She rubs slow, relentless, soothing circles against my knuckle, grounding me just enough to look up.H

CHAPTER 65. WAITING FOR MEFear rushes through my nerves as I stare at the paper for several minutes. Slowly, I walk toward the bed. Glancing at the envelope lying on the edge, I pick it up and tear it open, pulling out the folded sheet inside.I study it closely, leaning forward. The aura coming from it makes me flinch, and I immediately drop it.“Oh great,” I mutter. “Whoever did this increased the pressure of the witch’s insignia. If I inhale even a little of that, it’s definitely going to kill me.”I can feel the intensity of it.Taking a deep breath, I look around the room, then grab a nose mask to block the odor. Carefully, I unfold the paper and begin reading.The entire world tightens around me."Here we are again, the letter reads. I can see you obeyed my instructions. Thanks for meeting me. This must not be known to anyone. Thanks very much for telling your friend, anyway. You did a very good job. No matter how much you think you can tell anyone, nobody will help you. Look a

CHAPTER 67. WET SLAPPING SOUNDS“There is only one thing in this life right now that will stop me from bending you over and fucking you brutally hard on this kitchen table,” he says.I am shaking, lust fogging my senses as that dark sensation coils around me like smoke. The urge to tear off his clothes and wrap my legs around his waist while he buries himself deep inside me hits me hard.Oh God… there it goes again.How does he do this?Why don’t I have any power over it?I tremble as I lift my gaze to him, my entire body wrapped in that thick, consuming energy. I feel overtaken—like I’m not myself anymore.He smiles.“All you have to do is tell me that you hate me. I’ll make a move to seduce you. If you resist it, I swear I’ll let you go.”I glare at him, my eyes glowing with the intensity of my rage. Is this a game to him?“Fuck you,” I say.He chuckles. “Really? I’m surprised you aren’t satisfied, even after the countless times we fucked each other.”“Oh my God…” I shake my head q

CHAPTER 69. I AM REALLY DOOMED... AND I WANT TO BEGood fucking Lord.The sensory overload is absolute, a blinding white noise that swallows me whole. My world has shrunk to the size of this bed, to the weight of Damien’s body, and the relentless, punishing rhythm he sets. He is brutal, a force of nature intent on wrecking me, whispering filthy promises of ruin against my damp skin as he fucks the life out of me.My head is thrown back, sinking deep into the plush pillows, my hair fanned out around me like a dark, chaotic halo. Every thrust shakes me to my teeth. My spine arches off the mattress, a bowstring pulled tight to the breaking point, offering my chest to him, offering everything to him."You like that?" he growls, the vibration of his voice traveling through my sternum.I can't answer. I can only keen, a high, broken sound that doesn't sound like me at all. My body is vibrating like a plucked cello string, humming with a tension that is terrifying in its intensity.The orgas