Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Maureen LaurentThe chambers were too quiet after the feast.The golden gown lay discarded over a chair like shed skin, the crimson one folded away by careful hands. I sat on the edge of the massive bed in nothing but one of Vuk’s black shirts, sleeves rolled a dozen times, hem brushing mid-thigh. The bite on my shoulder throbbed faintly—warm, alive, a constant reminder that I was claimed in ways I still didn’t fully understand.He hadn’t come back yet.After he carried me from the blood-slick corridor, he’d brought me here, set me down like something precious, and kissed my forehead with shaking lips.“Rest,” he’d growled, voice rough with leftover rage. “I’ll handle the mess.”Then he was gone—doors closing softly behind seven feet of barely leashed hellfire.I should have slept.Instead I stared at the shattered remnants of the night.Severed hands.Screaming.Blood steaming on cold stone.And Vuk—my Vuk—moving faster than thought, protecting me without hesitation, without mercy.P

Maureen Laurent “Change everything!” I snapped at the maids hovering around me, their hands frozen mid-twirl in my hair. “I want it bleached—full ginger. Bright. Fiery. Nothing like before.” They blinked, startled, but nodded quickly and scurried to mix the dyes. I didn’t explain. I couldn’t. The words tangled in my throat: I don’t want Silas to see the girl he broke. I don’t want him to recognize the ghost he sold. An hour later, I stared at my reflection and barely knew the woman looking back. The silver-white was gone—replaced by bold, blazing ginger that caught the hellfire light like living flame. It fell in wild waves around my shoulders, framing my face in a color that screamed defiance instead of moonlight. Do I love it? I don’t know. But it’s different. It’s mine. Not the little star my father called me. Not the lunar witch the southern packs branded. Not the broken slave Silas collared. Just… me. Whoever that is now. “Perfect,” I said, waving a hand to dismiss the

Maureen LaurentThat night, I woke suddenly, heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted out.The room was dark, heavy with the scent of Vuk’s skin and the faint smoke from the dying fire. He lay beside me, one arm flung across my waist, breathing deep and even, the great Alpha Devil asleep and unguarded. Moonlight slipped through the tall windows in silver blades, cutting across the bed, across his bare shoulder, across the mating mark he’d left on me.I stared at it for a long moment, my own mark, raised and shining faintly in the dark, and something hot and wild surged up my throat.I slipped from the bed without waking him. Bare feet on cold marble. The silk nightgown whispered against my thighs as I crossed to the balcony doors and pushed them open.The southern night air hit me, warm and thick with jasmine, but higher up on this floor a river breeze cut through it, sharp and cold. It raised gooseflesh on my arms and made my nipples tighten beneath the thin fabric. I welcomed

NyxaraI did exactly what he said.It took two days for the police to show up. Two days of me replaying that envelope in my mind—the weight of it, the crisp edges, the promise of silence. I told myself it was just business. Clean. No strings. But every time I walked past Jenkins in the hallway, his tired eyes flicking up with a nod like we were colleagues, something twisted in my gut. I ignored it. Stuffed it down with coffee and forced smiles at the pups.When the cops finally arrived, it was mid-morning. The ward was buzzing with the usual chaos: kids laughing in the playroom, nurses hustling with charts. Jenkins was mopping up a spill in the corner, humming some old pack tune under his breath. He didn’t see them coming.“Jenkins Scott?” one of the officers barked, voice cutting through the noise like a blade.He straightened, mop handle slipping from his grip. It clattered to the floor, water splashing across the tile. “Yeah? What’s this about?”The lead cop—a burly wolf with a bad

Vuk Kael Lasković“How long are we going to spend here?” Maureen asked, voice edged with playful impatience as she stepped out of the pooled crimson silk at her feet.Moonlight spilled through the tall southern windows, turning her bare skin to liquid silver—every curve, every scar, every inch of the body that had ended three and a half centuries of emptiness. My gaze dragged over her like a starving beast before an altar.She was holy.Untouchable.And yet she was mine.Staring at her like this felt like blasphemy—like I was defiling something sacred with the sheer filth of my hunger.“Not long, my love,” I murmured, closing the distance in three silent strides. I slid behind her, arms circling her waist with deliberate gentleness, lips brushing the soft skin between her shoulder blades.I trailed open-mouthed kisses down her spine, tasting salt and moonlight, then up again to the fresh mating bite that still glowed faintly on her shoulder. She shivered when my fangs grazed it.My ha