All Chapters of Sinful Affairs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Wolf’s Restraint. (1)

ALPHA GREGORY’s POV. The cry cut through the wind like a plea. It was thin, repeated, and fragile. “Help…please help…” It lodged itself under my ribs. They were three words pulling at something I had plastered over years ago. My control. Order. And the cold logic of an Alpha who was always on top. I should have ignored it. I should have let Mateo follow the sound and stayed with the war plans, the maps, and the council that wanted a leader who wasn’t weak. Instead I rose., Mateo’s ears twitched. He looked at me for a heartbeat before answering the pull in his own way. He shifted into his Wolf form. I watched him in his ash-grey wolf form vanish toward the cliff and the hollow beyond it. After that, the forest seemed to hold its breath but the voice came again, smaller, as if something in the trees had learned how to sound like pleading. My Wolf stirred beneath my skin and paced. The scent came after the sound—warm iron, wet earth, and under it a softer, sweeter thing that

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

The Wolf’s Restraint. (2)

ALPHA GREGORY’s POV. I laid him on the bed in my room, his hands clumsy as I searched for the worst of his wounds. Since there was no doctor at the moment, I decided to tend to his wound myself. I stared at him closely to observe where he was hurt. There was a cut along his temple, bleeding not too much. Bruises kissed his ribs as I took off his clothes. I swallowed hard as I tried not to stare but it was too difficult. I composed myself then, I went into the bathroom, brought out a clean white cloth, and, filled a small bowl with water. He’s an Omega and he’s wolfless. Which means, he’s tender. I can’t bring harm while trying to help him. That’s the best thing. I sat beside him and moved my right hand carefully, practicing cleaning his wounds as if I had done this before. When the last bandage was secure, he lay back, and for a moment, the lines of pain smoothed from his face. Sleep took him like a tide. In the hush, I found myself watching the slow rise and fall of his

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

The Wolf’s Restraint. (3)

THEO’s POV. My eyes opened slowly and landed on the wall. Everything was hazy at first until the blur cleared. I lifted trembling hands to my head and sat up, squeezing my eyes shut against the sharp pain that throbbed through my skull. When it finally dulled, I blinked again and let my gaze wander. A faint rush of water echoed from somewhere nearby. I was lying in a richly polished chamber with stone floors gleaming, soft drapes whispering with the wind. Never had I seen such a place. Back in my own Pack, Moon Whisper. I was nothing. I was seen as a useless Wolf. A shadow among every other living thing. No one ever cared about me. No one ever considered me as their own. Even the ones who sired me. My siblings were adored and preferred; I was forgotten. Why? Because I was the first male Omega. The very first in the Pack. And not just that alone. The very first in the royal bloodline. I was seen as an abomination. As a curse. As nothing that would bring nothing to the Pack but

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

The Wolf’s Restraint. (4)

THEO’s POV.He stepped closer. Just one step, but it was enough for his scent to fill the space between us completely. My knees weakened, and heat rippled through me.His gaze softened then, though his voice was low and deep when he finally spoke.“You’re awake.”I swallowed hard, the sound barely audible. “I… I didn’t mean to intrude.”His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, more like a thought he refused to say out loud.“You’re safe here,” he said, his tone rough around the edges. “Rest. No one will touch you.”No one but you, I wanted to say that but the words never left my mouth.He turned slightly, the movement slow, his presence lingering even as he walked away. Every part of me felt alive. My skin burned, my heart beat faster, my wolf still whispering from somewhere deep inside: HIM. I WANT HIM.I pressed my hand against my chest, half afraid the sound of my heartbeat would give me away. But my body moved. I reached out to him and grabbed his left hand, pulling him to fa

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

The Wolf’s Restraint. (5)

GREGORY’s POVThis Omega’s eyes widened as they met mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. There was nothing innocent about that gaze, as if I had met him in the field. It stripped me bare, not of my body, but of every layer of control I had built over the years.I looked away first. I, an Alpha who had faced wars, blood, and betrayal. Yet somehow, I couldn’t face the way he looked at my cock. Like he saw through every scar and found something still alive beneath.He moved closer, and the faint brush of his fingers against the tip of my cock sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t desire that scared me, it was the depth of it. My pulse roared as his scent filled every corner of my head. The air grew thicker, pulsing between us like a heartbeat. I tried to tell myself it was nothing. Just a trick of the senses. But my wolf disagreed vehemently. It rose within me with a growl that shook through my chest. His breath fanned my cock.My hands trembled slightly at my sides, and

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

The contract between them - Part 1

Kumar’s PovThe numbers looked at me, bleeding across the desk in that nasty red colored ink that makes your stomach turn. Seriously, I’ve never hated ink so much. Gujral Industries, my dad’s company, my inheritance, the only freaking reason to get out of bed in the morning was going down right in front of me, and I’m basically gluing together the cracks with duck-tapesInvestors? They were all gone. They’d just hung up, one by one, all those clipped “thanks” and fake “we will get back to you” messages. I just sat there, staring at the black rectangular table in the dead meeting room, listening to nothing but silence.Yeah, they were all out. Every last one of the shareholders.And of course, the press swam in the news of my downfall. Like, vultures they were. “Gujral Industries Faces Collapse.” “Kumar Gujral Fails to Deliver.” “From Powerhouse to Liability.” Great. Just what I needed. I couldn’t even scroll through the finance section on social media without seeing my own train wrec

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

The contract between them - Part 2

Victor’s POV Honestly, the mountains always looked squeaky clean after a storm. The cold air had a way of going right through you. And that was why I built Flair Manor out here, miles from the city’s noise, away from the endless distractions, and the usual circus. From the top floor which was where I had my home office, you could see the whole world: that winding road snaking through the mist, all the skyscrapers and low buildings, every line was clear and very sharp. It felt pretty close to perfect… at least, as perfect as this planet lets you get. Then, right on the dot at 9:00 a.m. a black sedan found its way up the driveway. It was Kumar Gujral, he finally came. I snapped my file shut and headed for the main hall. The automatic doors made this echo through the marble. I stopped on the dock, watching him step in. He paused at the entry, eyes glancing all over the place, looking at the shiny floors, the windows that shower off that ridiculous mountain slide. Guy’s in a navy

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

The contract between them - Part 3

Kumar’s POV Waking up that first morning at Flair Manor? It felt less like waking up in the morning and more like sick training for some invisible army. The curtains flung open at six sharp, not by hand, but by some overzealous robot system that thought it was doing me a favor. “Good morning, Mr. Gujral,” it said, sounding too polite, it gave me the creeps. There was sunlight everywhere, and bright enough to make my eyeballs burn, and I swear even the weather was on the schedule. Victor Flair didn’t just live here. The dude directed it. By eight, I’m dragging my feet to the glass dining table, coffee already poured, breakfast looking all perfect like it was posing for a magazine. Victor’s across from me, back straight, face unreadable. Might as well’ve been a statue. “Two minutes late,” he says, staring at the clock like it’d personally offended him. I glance at my watch. “The elevator stopped on another floor.” He barely blinks. “Excuses are a waste of time.” Still glued to

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

The contract between them - Part 4

Victor’s POV Day three kicked off the way I liked its clockwork vibes, everything just so. The house had already sorted itself out, temp-wise. Coffee was sitting there, piping hot, practically begging for attention. Sunlight hit the floor in those neat, mathematical little patches. Yeah, order was holding court. Except… well, except for the guy in my study, wrecking the mood with his shirt half-open and jittery energy. Kumar Gujral. He should’ve been deep into his supply chain spreadsheets or whatever, but nope he just kept hammering his pen on the table. The sound? Started crawling up my spine. “Cut it out,” I muttered. He paused, gave a sheepish grin. “Didn’t even notice.” “Well, I did.” “Another one of your rules?” “It’s another sign you’re not focused.” He rocked back, arms folded. “Or maybe I’m just… human?” There it was again human. He tossed the word at me like it was a slur, like I’d forgotten what that meant. And maybe I had. “Today,” I said, snapping my folder

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

The contract between them - Part 5

Kumar’s POV Man, the house feels like it shrank two sizes tonight. Seriously, it’s all glass and dead silence, pressing in on me like the walls are about to stage an intervention. Every damn clock is ticking like it’s announcing my failures, and the shadows? Yeah, of course, they all look like him. I swear I can barely breathe with everything so… perfect. Victor just had to correct me again. Folding my sleeves wrong, speaking wrong, apparently even breathing wrong. Five days of this, and I’m starting to think he doesn’t actually eat food, he just, I dunno, calibrates it? Guy treats dinner like a science experiment. Here I am, standing in this stupidly big living room with its pretentious golden lighting, and honestly, I’m about to lose it. “Do you hear yourself?” I snap, slamming my glass down so hard the table probably still remembers. “You have time for breakfast. You scheduled a talk. You even monitor how I freaking breathe. What is this, Victor, a test or a prison?” He’s

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

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