All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S NIGHT OF SIN : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He never called me Elsa anymore. He said it was safer, that I needed to fully inhabit my new identity.I suspected he liked it because it meant the woman he'd married wasn't the one who'd rejected him years ago."I've been patient for three years." I pulled my hand back. "My sons are six now. Seven in a few months. Half their childhood gone without me.""And in two more years, you'll be ready to get them back." His voice was soothing, reasonable. "You're close, Selma. So close. Don't sabotage it now by acting too soon."He was right. Logically, intellectually, I knew he was right.But logic didn't stop the dreams.Every night, I saw them. My boys, growing up without me. Forgetting me. Learning to love Mira as their mother.Believing the lies Riguel told about me.Sometimes I woke up screaming. Sometimes I woke up crying. Sometimes I woke up with my wolf clawing at my insides, demanding I shift and run back to Blackwood, reclaim

Elsa’s POV Riguel and I stood by the bed, his broad shoulders tense under his shirt, those piercing blue eyes locked on mine. Still commanding as ever, his presence filled the room like a force of nature. “Elsa,” he murmured, his voice rough with need, “are you sure?”I nodded, my heart racing. “I can't fight it anymore. I want you.” The words came out, raw and honest. I stepped closer, my fingers shaking as I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His chest was as sculpted as I remembered, muscles rippling under tanned skin marked by old scars from battles I'd never witnessed. My hands slid over his pecs, feeling the heat of him, the steady thump of his heart.A low rumble in his throat shook straight to my core. His big hands wrapped around my waist, yanking me flush against him. His cock was already hardening through his pants, I felt it rubbing against my belly. It had been so long s

Riguel's POVThe full moon hung massive and silver over Blackwood, like the Moon Goddess herself had come to witness.I stood in my chambers, adjusting my ceremonial attire for the third time, and tried to remember how to breathe.Tonight. It was finally happening.After three years of loneliness, two months of careful rebuilding, and a lifetime of regrets, tonight I'd stand before my pack and formally claim Elsa as my Luna. Present our sons as heirs. Become the family we should have been from the beginning.If I didn't mess it up first."You're going to wear a hole in that fabric."Marcus stood in the doorway, already dressed in his formal Beta regalia. He looked amused and concerned in equal measure."I'm fine," I lied."You're terrified.""That too." I dropped my hands, gave up on the ceremonial sash. "What if something goes wrong? What if the pack doesn't accept her? What if—""What if you stop ca

Killian’s POVChaos suits me.I stood just outside the ceremonial grounds, watching the Blackwood Pack fall apart. Wolves running everywhere, shouting, crying. The Alpha on his knees, howling like he’d lost a limb. The triplets are screaming for their “dead” mother.Perfect.Exactly what I needed.My phone buzzed. A text from my inside man: The body has been moved to the medical facility. The only time you've got is now.I slipped away. No one noticed a human walking off in the middle of the panic. People stop paying attention when they’re drowning in grief.And Riguel was drowning beautifully. That stupid asshole thought he could get what's mine, well he is dead wrong.The medical building sat alone on the east side. Most of the healers had rushed to the ceremony, leaving barely anyone behind. Good for me.Thomas waited at the back entrance, shaking. He is a former tracker, kicked out for d

Elsa’s POVPain woke me.Not sharp, just everywhere. A heavy, bruised kind of pain that made even breathing feel like work.I tried opening my eyes and the light stabbed straight through my skull. My brain felt wrapped in cotton, everything slow, muffled.Where was I?The last thing I remembered—The ceremony.The flowers.The smell.The burning.My hands shot to my throat, my face, expecting blood or blisters or something. But my fingers found nothing but sore skin and the echo of agony.“Easy. Don’t move too fast.”The voice made me freeze.Killian.I blinked until the blur became him,sitting beside the bed, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.“What—” My voice cracked. My throat felt scraped raw. “What happened? Where am I?”“Thank God.” He leaned forward, exhaling like he’d been holding his