All Chapters of Despised But Desired by the Ruthless Alphas.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Thorne moves first, stalking over from behind Damien as he takes a step that puts his feet directly on the table.He climbs it with predatorial ease and pulls me up, hands rough and yet gripping me too tightly.Thorne’s hands grip my hips as he yanks me back. My ass presses into his dick, hard and pulsing in his pants.“You heard him,” he growls in my ear, voice provocative and low.“Open those legs wide, little sister. Let’s see how much you can take without making any noise.”A shiver runs through me when I look down to see Damien’s brown eyes, glowing with flecks of gold as he stares up at us, at me.This angle feels like something that would only be possible at a strip club, silver poles and flashing lights mixing with blaring music.This doesn’t feel like something we should be doing in a command room, barely lit save for flickering candlelight, on a table that the entire outpost probably uses for meetings.Lucien climbs the table from Damien’s side, the action as smooth and as gr

I’ll always be compared to someone in this pack, and it’ll always be Elara.Her perfect memory haunts every corner of this place, and it’s a weapon they wield against me, a mirror they hold up when they have a bone to pick, because everyone knows Elara was perfect and Sabrina the screwup killed her.I force my chin up, but the unfairness of all this burns me on the inside. I’ve fought for these people. I went to the Northern borders ready to bleed for this pack, but now I’m the villain. I walk to my room before I give in to the anger building up in me.I could just ignore them. The Alpha council isn’t traditionally expected to convene without the Alpha, but that would be a weak excuse. In the absence of the Alpha, the council can convene with the Luna sitting in the Alpha’s stead. Not going to this meeting would just mean I’m leaving the leadership of the pack unrepresented. Another thing that I’d be doing wrong.The Alpha council is already seated in the council room when I walk in.

The packhouse feels like a prison as the days pass by.I try my best to obey Damien's orders now and it's not that hard when nobody will speak to me directly. The maids now leave my meals outside my door, and the warriors that patrol the grounds of the packhouse change direction when they see me coming.Word of what happened with Harlan's guard has been spreading and with each time the story gets told, it changes a little bit. Some of the stories say that I was the one who provoked him, that I tried to run and he had to grab me to keep me from running away. Some of them say I tried to sneak off to meet someone, probably an informant that would help me disobey the orders of the Alpha.The only time I hear the voice of people is when I pass by them because the gossip is unrelentless."Heard she tried to defy the Alpha again. She isn't ashamed the Rogues are getting bolder because of her drawing them to the pack.""The Luna is like a rot that attracts disgusting rogues. If Elara was th

This is the first time I’ve gone to the dungeons by myself.I’ve always known there were dungeons beneath the Silvercrest packhouse, but I’ve never seen a time when the pack was forced to use them. This time, I expect them to be heavily guarded.I expect the dungeons to be crawling with security, but there’s a strange kind of stupidity that comes with comfort. Because the dungeons have never been used, the guard posted at the entrance is dozing.I take in his slouched form at the dungeon gates and slip past him with a soft huff beneath my cloak.When I find the rogue, he’s chained inside one of the cells. By the light of the moon filtering through the barred window, I can see he’s been badly beaten. His face is bruised, the cell reeks of bitterness and blood, but when his head lifts, he’s smirking.Purple eyes glow brightly from the other side of the bars, and a sick, rotting scent fills the air as a cracked, rough voice says, “I knew you’d come.”The laughter that follows shakes his