All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Sin Bin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 (Damian’s POV)I stood just inside the stone cell, the heavy steel door locked securely behind me. The silence was intense, broken only by the rough, shallow breathing of the man—no, the wolf—on the bed. Logan was curled on his side, his body radiating a palpable mix of residual pain from the partial shift and the raw, dangerous energy of his newly awakened nature. The amber of his eyes was muted now, glazed with exhaustion, but the intensity was still there, a constant, flickering flame of defiance.I had left him for hours after our last exchange, after his fierce, conditional surrender. His fury was predictable, his desire for vengeance against Kael a perfect tool. But a tool that sharp and volatile must be handled with absolute care. The mini-shift under the moon, the bone-deep agony he experienced, had been too close a call. His

 (Damian’s POV)The morning after the forced healing, the air in the underground bunker was thick with the lingering scent of our claim—a dangerous mix of relief and fresh territoriality. Logan was asleep, his rest deep and stabilized, his breathing even. I had spent the few hours of darkness reviewing the latest reports from the city above, trying to manage a billion-dollar empire from a stone cave in the wilderness.I was leaning over a secured, encrypted tablet, reviewing global market shifts, when Marcus burst through the heavy door. He didn't bother with the usual formal entry; his face was tight, drawn, and his scent—usually cold and neutral—was spiked with sharp, metallic concern.“Alpha, we have a breach,” Marcus stated immediately, his voice low and urgent. He

 (Logan’s POV)The air in the Grand Ballroom was thick and suffocating. It smelled of expensive perfume, stale champagne, and the nervous sweat of high-powered corporate players. This was the Blackwell Annual Charity Gala, the perfect stage for Damian’s public ruse. I was here as the 'miraculously recovered asset,' standing stiffly by a pillar, trying to look detached while every amplified sound, every flashing camera, felt like needles on my over-sensitive skin.My official handler for the night was Jenkins, who kept offering useless, whispered advice about maintaining a neutral expression. My real handler was Damian, whose scent—that signature clean cedar and ozone—was a constant, cold presence across the crowded room, commanding my quiet obedience through the Bond.The Mate Bon

(Logan’s POV)The office was quiet, the heavy aftermath of the confrontation still thick in the air. I was sitting on the edge of the desk, still breathing heavily, every nerve ending tingling from the shock of the Alpha’s dominance and the raw, stabilizing release. Damian stood a few feet away, his expression exhausted but centered. He wasn’t looking at me like an asset anymore; he looked at me like a man who was finally ready to carry the weight of a painful truth.“You’re calm now,” Damian said, his voice low, lacking the sharp edge of command. It was just a statement, heavy with shared experience. “You won the fight against the Bond for a minute, and you paid for it. But you won the focus back. That’s what matters.”I didn’t argue. I just met his eyes, the gold in them less

 (Damian’s POV)The hours following the devastating truth and the subsequent, fierce alliance with Logan were spent in a blur of focused work. Logan was in the secure briefing room, deeply immersed in the encrypted files detailing Arthur Cross’s final intelligence reports on the Mirkwood Pack. His focus was absolute, his rage now a cold, effective weapon. The Mate Bond, while still agonizing in its intensity, was now humming with alignment: two minds set on a single, lethal goal.I was in my private office, reviewing the security reports from the gala. I needed to know exactly how Kael had managed to get the photographer close enough to capture the ruse with Camilla, and more importantly, how he had confirmed my relationship with Logan. The photo leak was one thing; the explicit knowledge of the Mate Bond was another.