All Chapters of Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Patrick crossed into Blackthorn territory before sunrise, the forest shifting around him in a way that signaled he no longer held the center of power. The trees grew denser, the air colder, the silence heavier with the rules of a land that wasn’t his. His wolf felt it first, a pressure that curled low in his spine, his instinct urging caution. Kane’s territory didn’t welcome outsiders. It tolerated them. Barely. The escort stopped at the clearing that formed the entrance to Kane’s main grounds. Blackthorn wolves watched from the edges, eyes bright in the dim light, expressions unreadable. Patrick didn’t look away. Showing even a flicker of unease here meant inviting a dominance strike, and he had no intention of giving anyone the opening. Kane waited at the far end of the clearing, arms folded, posture loose but presence unyielding. His authority pressed through the air like a physical force. Patrick braced, but the impact still landed an instinctive recognition of hierarchy that s

Patrick found the truth in fragments. A ledger sealed beneath his father’s desk. A coded message hidden in council minutes. A witness from the patrol who finally broke under the weight of guilt. Each piece sharpened into one conclusion: his father hadn’t died from a rogue attack. He’d been eliminated. Internal work. Someone with pack access. Someone who wanted the Alpha seat destabilized. He read the final line of the ledger three times. The sigil beside the payment record belonged to the very relative who had seized control after the funeral. Motive. Opportunity. Execution. Clean, calculated, without hesitation. Patrick’s jaw locked. His hands closed into fists until bone creaked. His father had trusted that man. Patrick had trusted him. And the bastard had slit the pack open for power. Rage hit hard, unfiltered, immediate. His wolf surged to the surface, claws ripping through his composure. His breath fractured. The walls of the chamber blurred. He didn’t remember leaving. Only t

Ryan’s POV I stayed late at the clinic tonight. And honestly I have been doing that most nights. The place was small, it had just one hallway and three rooms with lights that hum silently in the ceiling. The air always smells like alcohol wipes, and tonight I was finishing with my reports. My eyes burned from exhaustion and I wanted to go home, but I kept typing because the silence helped me think. It was almost midnight when I heard the first hit on the door. It was not a knock but a hit. Like a loud thud The sound filled through the silence in the whole building. A heavy thud making the front door shook in its frame. I froze. I thought maybe someone threw something at it or maybe a drunk person leaned on it too hard. I stood up and walked to the front desk. Then it happened again. A second hit, it was harder and louder. The glass vibrated, and I felt my pulse rise so I moved closer. Then there was silence, for a moment everything was quiet again, and I thought I imagined th