All Chapters of Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ryder’s POV I followed him into the pack’s den. The space was bigger than I expected. Rock walls, low ceilings, tunnels stretching in every direction. The smell of fur and wet earth was strong. Shadows moved. Eyes glinted in the dim light. He walked ahead of me. Calm. Controlled. I stayed close. Heart pounding. Pulse too fast. Bond made every movement of his own. Every instinct heightened. The wolves noticed me immediately. Murmurs ran through the group. Not spoken words, but sounds I could hear. Growls. Snarls. Low whistles. Tension thickens in the air. One stepped forward. Young. Muscular. Eyes sharp. Body tense. “Who is this human?” he demanded. Not really words, more like a challenge. The alpha stepped between us. Calm, gold eyes fixed on the young wolf. “He is under my protection,” he said. “No wolf touches him without my command.” The young wolf didn’t back down. Snapped teeth. Ears forward. He lunged at me. I didn’t have time to dodge fast enough. My back hit the wall.

Ryder’s POV The moon rose slowly. Pale light filtered through the trees. Shadows stretched across the ground. The air smelled of rain, dirt, and wolf. Tension hung heavy. The alpha was half-shifted. Gold eyes glowing. Fur along arms, chest, and shoulders. Muscles tight. Every movement controlled, yet raw instinct threatened to take over. I followed him. Bond pulsing. Every heartbeat, every breath, every sense connected. Pain and adrenaline are mixing in my chest. The beta appeared first. Smooth, sharp, confident. His wolves scattered around, keeping distance. He smiled. Malicious. Knew the alpha was weakened. Poison still in his system. The alpha growled low. Half-shifted body coiled, ready. Pain evident. Silver is still cutting under fur. Every instinct screaming to attack, to dominate. But he held control… barely. I ran beside him, staying close. Not in front. Not behind. Bond pulsing like a drum in my chest. Every movement synchronized. Every sensation doubled. Pain in him e

Aurelius’s POV The private terminal was quiet at three in the afternoon, all glass and polished marble that reflected the California sun in blinding sheets. I stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands clasped behind my back, watching the tarmac shimmer in the heat. The Gulfstream was two minutes out according to the text from Dmitri’s assistant. Two minutes until my life got complicated. I’d been briefed, of course. Ivan Volkov, twenty-three, returning from five years in London. A business degree from a prestigious university I couldn’t pronounce. He was fluent in four languages—Dmitri’s only son and heir to an empire built on tech investments and real estate. My job was simple: keep him safe, keep him out of trouble, and maintain the same professional distance I’d perfected over three years of working for the Volkov family. The jet touched down with barely a whisper, smooth and expensive. I straightened my tie, black on black, matching my suit, and waited. The stairs extend

Aurelius’s POV After the hallway incident, Ivan went quiet. For three days, he stopped showing up at my morning workouts. Stopped engineering “accidental” encounters. Stopped with the provocative clothing and the heated looks. He was polite when I accompanied him to business meetings with his father, professional when I drove him to appointments in the city. But the playful flirtation was gone, replaced by a careful distance that should have been a relief. It wasn’t. My wolf was restless, pacing constantly, agitated by Ivan’s withdrawal. And I… I was going slowly insane wondering what I’d done wrong by doing exactly what I was supposed to do. On the fourth night, I couldn’t sleep. The full moon was still two weeks away, but I could feel it already, a pull in my blood that made my skin feel too tight. I gave up on bed around eleven and went for a walk through the house, telling myself it was just a security check. I found Ivan in the library. He was curled up in one of the leat

IVAN’s POVEight days until the full moon.I could feel the change in Aurelius. The way his eyes tracked me constantly now, gold bleeding through brown even in casual moments. The way he stood closer than strictly necessary when we were in the same room. The way his hands would clench and unclench like he was fighting the urge to reach for me.He was unraveling, and I was the one pulling the threads.Seven days until the full moon.I started sleeping with my door cracked open. Not an invitation, exactly. More like a test. How long would it take before he stopped being able to resist checking on me? Before his protective instincts, or whatever wolves called the obsessive need to know their mate was safe, overrode his precious control?The answer was three nights.I woke at 2 AM to find him standing in my doorway, a shadow backlit by the hallway light. Just standing there. Watching me sleep. When he realized I was awake, he didn’t apologize or make excuses.“Go back to sleep,” he said r