All Chapters of Alpha Morano’s Scarlet Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MORANOJackla was inside the private inner room with Priestess Yara while I sat alone in the quiet waiting area. Yara had bluntly asked me to join them, but my stubborn wife had instantly snapped back with a firm no, claiming she wouldn’t feel comfortable with me in the room. I scoffed under my breath at the fresh memory, my mind drifting right back to the dangerous stunt she had pulled at the breakfast table.Standing up to Adriana of all people was a death wish. I knew Adriana only held her tongue out of respect for my position, otherwise she would have lunged across the table and torn Jackla’s throat out.For the past few days, I had intentionally avoided Jackla. I had promised my own sanity that I would only speak to her when it was time to perform our marital duties, but she was ruthlessly pushing me straight to the edge. First, she had marched downstairs wearing that specific rosy pink dress—a dress I had personally bought years ago for Hazel. Seeing Jackla in it, with the f

MORANOThe door closed with a soft thud, leaving the study wrapped in a sudden, heavy silence. Jackla turned her head to look at me, a flicker of surprise crossing her face at why I had abruptly sent my men out in the middle of a major meeting. But beneath the confusion, her glossy eyes told me she knew exactly what was happening regardless.“Do you have any idea what you have done to me just by wearing this dress today?”My fingers trailed slowly up her bare back, tracing the line of her spine before wrapping gently around the front of her neck. I didn't squeeze tight enough to hurt, but I held her securely enough to watch her breath instantly turn ragged against my palm.“What exactly have I done to you?” she choked out, her small hand coming up to rest over mine. But I didn't release her.“This dress does incredibly strange things to my sanity,” I whispered darkly against her ear, my lips brushing her skin.“What strange things? Tell me.”I watched her bite down hard on her bott

JACKLA “Why does it taste so incredibly bitter?” I complained, dropping the ceramic cup onto the side table after gulping down the dark, nasty liquid. “Something so strong to make sure you don't get pregnant isn't supposed to taste like sweet vanilla, Miss Jayla,” Daniella replied softly. She stepped closer, helping me tuck my aching legs into the warm bedsheets. “You still haven’t told me how you actually got this medicine, or where it came from,” I said, looking up at her. “Is that really necessary?” She smiled, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, I think it is,” I insisted. “Well, since you really want to know, just promise me you won't get shocked or ask a million questions when you find out.” “I promise.” “I got it from Priestess Yara,” Daniella confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper. My eyes widened. “Wait. She gave this birth-control herb directly to you?” “Uh, not exactly,” Daniella admitted, a guilty look unlocking on her face. “I went to her cottage and lied. I tol

MORANO“Have you actually gone through your phone today?” Jake stormed straight into the living room where I sat watching the TV screen.“No,” I replied flatly, turning my head to face him. “Why the hell do you look so serious? What’s up?”There was absolutely nothing pressing to do today, so I had just settled into the sofa to watch my favorite show. I didn’t want a single ounce of drama to ruin my morning. I just wanted to rest my aching head.“Okay, just change the station to the pack’s news channel right now,” Jake ordered, his posture incredibly rigid. “There is something you desperately need to see.”“I’m not in the mood for that, Jake. I need to keep up with this particular season.”“It’s about your wife.”“What?” My head snapped back to him, my blood instantly running hot.I aggressively grabbed the remote from the table and changed the channel. Jackla’s face immediately filled the massive screen. A bold, bright headline flashed directly above her: The Hidden Luna, Jayla Sal

JAYLA“Harder! Please,” I moaned out loud, the bed creaking loudly beneath our rhythm.Fiorello had traveled early this morning for a high-stakes business meeting and wouldn't be back until three o'clock today, leaving me completely free to satisfy my raging hunger. My stepfather was strictly against anal sex, and it pissed me off so bad because it was the one thing I craved most. I had always been a wild girl who loved to explore every dark edge of pleasure. Why claim to love me if he couldn't even fulfill my deepest desires?I had to resort to option B: pulling his trusted right-hand man, Devan, straight into my bed to do the job. Devan was incredibly secretive and careful, which made the arrangement completely perfect. He knew his place, and he knew exactly how to keep his mouth shut.“C’mon, take it,” Devan groaned, his voice deep and gravelly as he thrust harder into me, his heavy palm spanking my skin in perfect unison.The raw, forbidden heat of his body glued me to the matt