The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

– Vuk Kael LaskovićI was watching three naked omegas grind against each other on my bed when the scent hit me.For three hundred and fifty years nothing has made my cock twitch. I have taken every hole offered, broken every body that begged, and still woke up cold. Tonight was supposed to be the same mindless ritual: bare tits bouncing, slick dripping on black silk, moans rehearsed to perfection. I had one hand around a traitor’s throat and the other wrapped around a glass of infernal wine, already planning which omega I’d knot first and which one I’d let bleed out after.Then it punched through the walls like divine violence.Lunar blood.Pure.Untouched.Mine.The crystal glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Wine bled across the marble like fresh slaughter.Every wolf in the room froze. The traitor at my feet pissed himself, hot urine soaking my boots. The omegas stopped mid-moan, thighs trembling, eyes wide with animal fear.I stood slowly

Vuk Kael Laskovic Mine.The word is a war drum in my skull.I carry her through the fortress like I’m carrying the moon itself, and every wolf between me and my chambers drops to their knees so fast their spines crack. Good. Let them break. I will break the fucking world if one more person breathes the same air as her before I’ve buried myself inside her and made sure she’ll never smell like anyone else again.The doors to my private wing explode off their hinges the second my shoulder touches them. Wood splinters. Iron screams. I don’t slow down.I kick the bedroom door shut behind us; the impact rattles the walls hard enough to shatter a mirror. I don’t care. Nothing exists except the tiny, shaking female in my arms and the scent of lunar blood and slick that is currently rewriting every law of my existence.I set her on her feet only long enough to rip the remnants of that bastard’s coat off her body. Silk tears like tissue. The collar Cassian dared put on her snaps between my fin

_Vuk Kael LaskovićThe war room was carved from the bones of the mountain itself.Black glass walls, veins of living hellfire crawling behind them like slow lightning.Holographic screens hovered above the obsidian table: dominion borders, troop movements, satellite feeds of every pack house from here to the southern ice.All of it flickered crimson and gold, breathing in time with my pulse.I sat at the head, shirtless, the bite on my shoulder still raw and shining.Every breath tasted of her.Every heartbeat dragged me back to the memory of her thighs locked around my hips, her broken little sob when the knot finally seated.Three hours and nineteen minutes.Too long.Elder Darius stood to my left, silver beard brushing the tablet in his gnarled hands, pretending to read decrees he already knew by heart.He had not looked directly at me since I walked in.The doors opened.Eryx stepped through first.“My lord,” he said, voice low. “Cassian Voss requests an audience. Claims it is… ur

Maureen LaurentLivia was pointing out the stained-glass windows in the upper gallery when the moan drifted up the stairwell.Low. Filthy. Unashamed.My feet stopped moving on their own.Down on the mezzanine below, Nyxara had some poor captain of the guard pinned to a column. Her tail was coiled around his throat like a velvet leash while her hand worked inside his open leathers with slow, cruel precision. His head was thrown back, fangs bared to the ceiling, hips jerking helplessly into her grip.I should have looked away.I didn’t.Heat crawled up my throat, equal parts horror and something darker I refused to name.A soft gasp slipped out of me before I could stop it.Nyxara’s violet eyes snapped up instantly. Found me. Held.The guard kept thrusting into her hand like a puppet with its strings cut, but Nyxara smiled, slow and sharp, never breaking rhythm.“Well,” she purred, voice carrying easily over the wet sounds and the male’s broken groans, “if it isn’t the little moon herse

– Vuk Kael LaskovićShe stood at the balcony doors, moonlight spilling over her like liquid silver, turning the bite on her shoulder into a living brand. My mark. My moon.I crossed the room in three strides, unable to stay away a second longer. My hands found her waist, careful—always so fucking careful—not to bruise the fragile skin that still carried the ghosts of whips and chains.“Little moon,” I murmured against her hair, breathing her in like air after centuries of ash.She turned in my arms, silver eyes luminous, lips parted as if to speak. Then, quieter than the wind howling outside:“You should take me out of these rooms… I would like to go around. See more than these walls.”The words were soft, almost shy. But they struck me like a blade between the ribs.“No.”It left my mouth before thought. Immediate. Final.She flinched as though I’d struck her. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, and something in her gaze dimmed—spirit folding in on itself like a wounded bird.I h