All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Training after recovery

The wind breezed through my hair as I ran down the dirt path, following Ross. My feet crunched down on the fallen leaves with every step I took. It was perfect weather for a run. It was cool and breezy with a clear blue sky.Though I hated to admit it, Ross was right about it being better to run on the path rather than the track. The run was more enjoyable when I wasn't running around in circles with nothing to look at. The trail was curvy, but relatively flat so we wouldn't trip. It was nice to be able to look around at everything around us, the orange and red of the leaves standing out.I was running out of breath quickly, still not being used to running this much. Ross could hear my ragged breaths and slowed down to a stop before turning around to face me."Need a break?" he asked, taking a sip of his water.I nodded, taking a sip of mine. My breaths were shallow as I huffed and puffed tirelessly."You've been doing good," Ross complimented. "We've gone over half a mile.""We have?

Can we grab lunch

"Want to grab some lunch after this?" he asked me seriously."I thought you had plans," I reminded him of what he had just told his friends.He looked at me strangely, as if wondering how I knew that, before a look of realization flooded his sharp features.Sam nodded. "I meant to ask you to lunch earlier," he told me.I let a look of surprise cross my face at his admittance.To say I wasn't excited about Sam wanting to hang out with me would be a lie. I was drawn to him for whatever reason I couldn't explain, but the feeling of intrigue was present."Uh, sure, I'll go," I stammered awkwardly.He made me feel beside myself. I was never a shy, stuttering kid, but for some reason Sam made me that way. Maybe it was because I knew how much he and my brother didn't get along. It could have been because I was nervous about Sam telling someone about the two of us hanging out and that information finding its way back to Nathan.I was sure that was it.Sam gave me a wide smile and I swore I sa

sick with flu

I felt like shit.I rolled out of bed, coughing mucus up from my throat. My nose was running from congestion so I quickly grabbed a tissue to blow it. Once I had finished my coughing fit, I went to the bathroom and almost winced at my reflection.I looked like shit.The tip of my nose was an irritated red color while the rest of my face was pale besides the dark bags under my eyes. My hair was messy, sticking up in different directions and my eyes seemed dull.It was probably in my best interest to stay home from school, but I knew I wouldn't. It was more of a hassle for me to miss school and have to make up work than it was to just go and stay on track. I could make it through the day and then I could just make Sam do everything for me at work.I would be fine.Hopefully."Holy shit, you look awful," Nathan commented as he walked into the bathroom.I scowled at him before turning my head into the crook of my elbow to let out a throaty cough. He winced at the raspy sound and turned to

Need help

“Idris…”, I cried out loudly as my body seized him taken by the sudden climax that erupted in me. “Yes darling”, He nuzzled his face in my neck, his lips smiling against my skin. Before l could retort, he began to simultaneously thrust into my pussy and ass. That was the end of me. My mouth opened as l cried out from my orgasm.“It feels good”, He began to utter low grunts as he pounded into my pussy. My inner walls clenched him as l rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. My eyes latched onto the exposed expanse of his bronze shoulder and the vein pulsing in his neck as he rammed deeply into my core.The erotic moment went on for a while before his cock abruptly spurted his load into my cunt. Though intoxicated and overwhelmed with the influence of our bond and combined pressure , l still came again. Just as l was resting, with a growl, he surged into action.Swiftly rolling me unto my back, he easily pinned my wrists above my head. His cock somehow remained buried inside of me. He waste

Don't leave me

Everyone moved away swiftly, creating a clear path as I surged forward through the crowd. I clutched Raelynn tightly to my chest, her small frame writhing violently against me as she began to groan in pain, the sound low and guttural, sending fresh waves of terror through my veins. Most of the guests’ eyes widened in shock and horror as they saw Raelynn spitting up blood in my arms, dark crimson staining her lips and dripping onto my shirt. The metallic scent of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating, mixing with the lingering smells of the celebration that now felt like a cruel mockery.“Guard the pack borders— no one in, no one out!” I shouted at my beta, my voice raw with urgency as I brushed past him without slowing down. I didn’t wait for his response, trusting that he would act immediately. My legs pumped harder, carrying me toward the pack’s infirmary with every ounce of speed I possessed.Zara was running right behind me, her footsteps pounding in rhythm with mine as I raced

So determined

“Wolf Moon,” Kai answered softly, his voice carrying a hint of wonder as he stared at the ultrasound screen. “That’s what my mother would have named me if I’d been born a girl. She always said it sounded like a promise—wild, beautiful, and a little dangerous. If you like it for her… then it’s perfect.”Alexander’s large hand settled warmly over Kai’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Wolf Moon. It suits her already. Strong name for a fighter.”Dr. Elias Jacob leaned against the edge of the monitoring station, arms crossed, his white coat slightly rumpled from the long day. “Bed rest is non-negotiable for the next stretch, Reen. Take it very easy—no lifting, no stress, and absolutely no vigorous activity.” His eyes flicked meaningfully toward Alexander and Kai before returning to me. “If you can hold on for another two weeks, we should be able to deliver Wolf Moon safely without needing NICU support or machines. Keep a close watch on any bleeding. If it increases, we’ll admit you

Executed

The dim light of the healer's chamber cast long shadows across the stone walls, amplifying every sound—the creak of the old wooden table, the rustle of parchment, and the steady drip of some unseen leak in the corner. It had been an agonizing hour already. Elara's hands, steady but impersonal, prodded and examined me as if I were nothing more than a flawed specimen pulled from the wilds. She weighed me on a rusted scale that protested under my slender build, its needle trembling like my own resolve. She forced my jaw open to inspect my teeth, combed through my tangled locks with gloved fingers that tugged painfully at the knots, and drained multiple vials of blood from the bend of my arm until the skin there throbbed with cold bruises.She pressed the cold disc of her stethoscope to my chest, listening to the frantic rhythm of my heart and the shallow draw of my lungs. Her palm flattened against my stomach, probing for any hidden weaknesses. Finally, her sharp gaze lifted to my face,

Afraid of everything

The worst feeling in the world is being ripped from sleep in the dead of night.Worse than gnawing hunger, worse than fresh bruises, worse than the hollow ache of being utterly forgotten. Sleep was the only place where I could pretend I wasn’t just another worthless omega—unseen, mistreated, invisible.That fragile illusion shattered in seconds.“Get up! Chores don’t finish themselves!” The harsh voice barked right beside my ear.A rough hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me from the thin blanket. My body slammed onto the cold stone floor, knocking the air from my lungs. I scrambled upright on instinct, biting back a wince. I didn’t need to see her face. I knew that voice. Mistress Cora. Cruel, ambitious, and blindly loyal to the Alpha she served like a devoted dog.I didn’t protest. What would be the point?Barefoot and shivering, I shuffled into the dimly lit corridor, pulling my threadbare uniform tighter around my slender frame. The night air bit into my skin, but discomfort

So pleasant

I pad barefoot against cool marble, holding my shoes in one hand.The manor slumbers, and so do its occupants. Dawn's warm light is only just starting to crawl lethargically into the homes spacious corners, a silent warning to me.I need to make this quick.My progress is hindered by my inability to find a viable exit. No matter where I wander, it feels as though I'm venturing deeper into an endless maze of useless, half empty rooms and vacant, undressed hallways.This place is expansive because it can be.The dark walls and rich furniture is disconcerting. I'm half convinced I'm going to open the wrong door and topple into another dimension.At least his or his ancestors taste in design is pleasing.The sumptuous choice of decoration, every intricate moulding and hand painted mural is a feast for the eyes.The less prevalent such articles become, the sooner I realise I'm venturing into the servant quarters at the back of the home.Some scurry past, paying me no mind as they focus on

Scared

Andrey Volkov stood in the doorway, a dark figure with nothing more than the hallway light illuminating the outline of his impressive, tall frame. I heard the deep, steadying breaths he took and watched his shoulders rise and fall. All I could do was to stand at the foot of the bed, watching him while frozen. Even in that moment, there was something slightly more primal, almost animalistic, in the way he moved controlled yet tense, as if a predator was restraining itself."Elena," His deep husky voice caressed my senses and made my heart restart with a hard jump."Ty prostish' mine to, chto ya' sdelal?""What is it, Andrey?" I finally asked when I heard him speak Russian. "Where have you been? What has happened?" I took a cautious step toward him, sensing something different in the air around him, charged, electric, almost like a faint heat that wasn’t human.He stepped into the room and flicked on the light on the dresser. The dim light lit up his face, and I gasped as I checked him

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