All Chapters of One Night With My Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I have heard so many times people say they felt their heart break into a million shredded pieces, and I always thought they were being dramatic… overdramatic.But that was exactly what I felt as I stared at my “I made a vow” boyfriend kneeling completely naked on a bed and begging a strange woman to spank him harder… begging her to fuck him.My heart was breaking over and over, but I kept watching the video even as my vision grew blurry, even as my hands… my whole body shook… I kept watching, listening to Elias’ pathetic and desperate voice.“Please… please suck my dick, Mistress. I’ve been so good; I’ve done everything you asked…”The woman laughed, circling him. “Only if you’re a very, very good boy for me.”“I am! I swear I’m your good boy, please…”“Look at you.” She dragged the riding crop down his sweat-slicked chest, and I could hear the leather sliding against his skin. “So fucking greedy. Begging to be fucked like a desperate little whore. Does your precious girlfriend know y

I didn’t knock.I just pushed the door open and stepped inside like I had every right to be there.He was standing by the window, city lights bleeding red and gold through half-open blinds. A black silk robe hung loose on his frame, the belt knotted low on his hips, and when he turned, the lamplight caught the sharp cut of his jaw, the hollow beneath his cheekbone, the glint of pale eyes making him look so deliciously dangerous—or was it dangerously delicious?My lungs stopped working.Cora hadn’t been exaggerating. This man was stupidly, unfairly hot.“Hi,” I said, and my voice cracked like I was thirteen. Heat flooded my face. “So, um. I’ve never actually done this before.”He tilted his head, “Done what, exactly?”Was that surprise I saw on his face?“Fucked a stranger in a sex club.” The words tumbled out too fast. “But at least you’re ridiculously attractive, so… small mercies, right?” I swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t need romance or sweet talk or any of that. I just need my virg

I woke up sore in all the right places.My thighs ached. My breasts felt tender and oversensitive. Between my legs there was a dull, delicious throb that reminded me of every slow thrust, every swipe of his tongue, and every second he’d spent methodically unraveling me piece by piece. The sheets smelled like sex and him—something dark and warm and dangerously addictive.For one stupid, reckless heartbeat, I wanted to curl back into that scent and pretend the world outside this room didn’t exist.Then I saw the clock on the nightstand.9:17 a.m.Shit.I shot upright, wincing as muscles I didn’t know I had protested violently. He was still asleep beside me—one arm thrown over the pillow, black hair messy against white sheets, the blanket riding scandalously low on his hips, showing the deep V of muscle and the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the fabric.Goddess, he was beautiful even in sleep.But I had to run… I had to leave.Cora had been clear: Do what you have to do and leav

# Chapter FourteenMorgana's second call came at dawn, just as weak sunlight was beginning to filter through my bedroom curtains. I'd spent the night in the safe room at my father's insistence, but now that police had finished processing the scene and the estate was on full lockdown, I'd been allowed to return to my own bed.Not that I'd slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that brown wolf crashing through the safe room door, saw Emrys covered in blood, felt the twins moving restlessly inside me like they could sense the danger.When my phone rang, I almost didn't answer. But something made me reach for it, some instinct that said this call mattered."What do you want, Morgana?""To meet." Her voice was different from last night—softer, almost uncertain. "Face to face. Just you and me.""So you can finish what your hired wolves couldn't?""I told you, that wasn't me. And I can prove it." She paused. "I have information you need, Khione. About Kieran. About what he's planning next

I couldn’t believe my ears.I just stood there, staring at him, my brain refusing to process the absolute insanity of what he’d just said.Love.He’d said love.What the hell was he talking about? How dare he kneel there and say he loved me after what he’d put me through? After everything he’d done to me? After four years of systematic torture that had left scars so deep I still felt them every single day?“I love you, Eva,” he said again, his voice raw and desperate. “I’ve always loved you. I—”The slap happened before I could think about it.My palm connected with his cheek with a crack that echoed through the cabin, and for one brief, glorious moment, I found satisfaction in the red mark blooming across his perfect face.He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just stayed there on his knees, looking up at me with those gray eyes that seemed to swallow all the light in the room.“Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked, my voice shaking with rage. “Is that what this is? You think I’m so pathetic a