Semua Bab SINNER OR SAINT: The Alpha’s Twin Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 20

~THE ALPHA’S TOUCH~The footsteps suddenly stop, but I still don’t turn.I remain standing before the sacred stone tub, the blue water finally calm again, as if the violent power that erupted moments ago had never happened.But everything has changed.They bowed to me. To a girl who cannot even remember who she used to be.My fingers tighten at my sides as I stare into the water. Somewhere inside my chest there should be a steady rhythm, proof that I am alive.Yet Damon said he could not hear it. A strange chill creeps over my skin.The air shifts suddenly behind me. I can feel him moving toward me again.His presence is impossible to ignore. The power rolling off him presses against my senses like a storm waiting to break.Before I can react, a strong hand slides around my waist.My breath catches as he turns me to face him in one smooth motion. Instinctively my hand lands on his shoulder to steady myself.The moment our bodies touch, a strange electric current sends a jol

~NIGHT WITHOUT THE ALPHA~ After bathing, I slip into the soft nightwear Khloe left for me. The fabric is light against my skin, far more comfortable than the ceremonial clothing I wore earlier. Khloe had stayed long enough to make sure everything was arranged properly. Fresh towels, clean sheets, warm water, even a tray of food I barely touched. Only after she was satisfied that I was settled did she finally leave. Now the room is quiet. I lie back on the enormous bed and stare at the ceiling. The chamber is massive, far larger than any bedroom I remember seeing. The walls are carved stone, decorated with ancient wolf symbols and dark wooden panels. Heavy curtains frame the tall windows, and moonlight spills through them, painting silver lines across the floor. It feels less like a bedroom and more like a king’s chamber from an old legend. The Alpha of all wolves would not sleep in an ordinary room. I roll onto my side, staring at the empty space beside me on the bed. Par

~THE BEAST~ Damon’s expression darkens instantly. “Troll? That shouldn’t be happening. My father killed the last troll, and their world was sealed.” There’s something sharp beneath his words. Not just confusion, but uncertainty. I feel it too. Before I can say anything, he’s already stepping out of the car. The door shuts behind him, and the air shifts. The growl comes again, louder this time. Heavier. It vibrates through my chest like something alive. I look toward the window, and then I see it. My breath catches. The creature towers over the road like something dragged out of a nightmare. Its body looks like twisted bark and stone fused together, thick limbs scraping the ground as if it weighs a thousand tons. Its skin is jagged, rough, like an ancient tree that learned how to move. Faint light glows deep within its hollow eyes. One of the cars ahead tries to reverse, tires screeching against the dirt, but it’s too late. The troll swings its massive arm, and it crashes. T

THE MOON VILLAI know we’re close to the city the moment the Moonwood road disappears behind us.The dense forest thins out, the shadows loosening their grip, and something about the air changes—lighter, less suffocating. My eyes shift to the road ahead, and that’s when I start noticing them.Stationed figures. Not obvious at first. Easy to miss if you’re not paying attention. But they’re there—positioned at intervals along the road, watching, alert. Some lean casually against vehicles, others stand farther back in the shadows.They don’t stop us. Don’t question us. They simply watch the convoy pass, their attention sharp, deliberate.My brows draw slightly as a thought slips in.If where we came from is that hidden… that supernatural… then why were humans allowed at the wedding?Why expose any part of this world at all?My gaze flicks briefly toward Damon again.He hasn’t moved. Hasn’t reacted. Still as unreadable as ever.This man is impossible to figure out.By the time we reach th

~TEMPTING~ DAMON’S POVI walk into the house, and one of the staff approaches immediately with a respectful bow."Alpha, dinner is ready."I nod once before loosening the knot of my tie. "Where's the Luna?"The maid lowers her gaze. "She was informed, Alpha, but she hasn't come down."I glance toward the dining room. I should eat, but instead, I find myself turning toward the staircase. A few minutes later, I'm walking down the corridor leading to the master suite.The thought still feels strange. For years, it was simply my space, no one entered without permission, and no one touched anything. Now, another person occupies the space.I push the door open. The scent of soap and fresh linen immediately reaches me.My eyes find her. Clary is sitting at the edge of the bed with one leg bent beneath her. A white towel is wrapped around her body, her damp hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Water still glistens against her skin from a recent shower.She looks up, an