Todos los capítulos de Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

KEALThe taste of her skin, and my own release, was still on my tongue. The primal howl had barely faded from the air, leaving a charged, animal silence in its wake. Roseline lay beneath me, panting, her skin sheened with sweat and marked by my possession. Her dark hair was a wild halo on the pillow. Her eyes, those deep pools of want, were glazed and satisfied, but I saw the flicker in them. The hunger wasn’t sated. It never was with us. It was a banked fire, waiting for a breath to roar back to life.And my cock, still slick from her, was already hardening again against her thigh.A low rumble started in my chest, unbidden. She felt it. Her breath hitched. I watched her, saying nothing, just letting the intent radiate from me. Her lips parted. A challenge. An invitation.I moved.In one fluid motion, I rolled her over. She gasped as the sheets brushed against her sensitive skin. I guided her up onto her hands and knees, the perfect, submissive arch of her back making my mouth water.

GINAMorning came quietly in Silvercrest, nothing like the tension-filled dawns I had grown used to in Cold Claw. The light filtered in through the tall windows of the guest suite, soft and deliberate, as though the day itself was giving me space to breathe.I was still brushing my hair when a knock came at the door.“Good morning ma'am,” Layla’s voice sounded from the other side. “Alpha Keal requests your presence in his private study.”Requests. Not orders.That alone set the tone.“I’ll be there shortly,” I replied.By the time I stepped into the corridor, my spine was straight, my expression composed. I wore a simple fitted dress, nothing extravagant, nothing over the top. Keal’s study was located in the west wing of the mansion, away from the more public areas. When the guard at the door opened the door and stepped aside, I immediately understood why.The room was designed for power.Dark wood shelves lined the walls, filled with books and old ledgers. Floor-to-ceiling windows o

GINA By the time Layla slid the final drawer shut the day after I signed the contract with Keal, my suite no longer looked like a guest space, it looked like a carefully curated future.The walk-in closet doors stood wide open, revealing row after row of dresses wrapped in protective covers, shoes arranged with obsessive precision, and accessories laid out like art pieces behind glass panels. Serena hadn’t simply brought clothes; she had brought an identity. A visual declaration that whoever I was before had been quietly retired.Layla moved around the space with ease, lifting hangers, adjusting lengths, murmuring to herself as she worked. She handled everything with so much excitement that you would think the things belong to her personally.I leaned against the doorframe, watching her, still struggling to reconcile this reality with the woman who had walked into a bar the night before carrying nothing but a small bag and too much pain.“You’re staring,” Layla teased gently, glancin

KEALThe water hit my back, a shock of heat after the slick coolness of our sweat-sheened skin. I’d carried Vanessa into the bathroom, her legs wrapped loosely around my waist, her breath a soft, satisfied sigh against my neck. My own body still hummed, a low, pleasant thrum of release, but it was already being overtaken by something else. Something deeper, more demanding.I set her down gently under the spray. The water plastered her dark hair to her shoulders, traced rivulets down the perfect slope of her breasts, over the tight peaks of her nipples. She looked up at me through her lashes, a question in her eyes that I answered before she could ask.I stepped closer, the tile cool under my feet. My cock, already stirring again, heavy and full, brushed against her stomach. That primal pulse inside me, the one that never truly slept, surged to the forefront. It wasn't a thought. It was a need.“Suck me.”My voice was a low growl, lost in the hiss of the shower. It wasn't a request. It

DARIUS I crawled back up her body, my lips and chin wet with her. I kissed her stomach, her breasts, finally her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She kissed me back, languid and saited for a moment. But then her hand slid between us, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock. She stroked me once, slowly, her eyes opening to meet mine, dark with renewed hunger.“Now,” she breathed, her voice ragged. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you, Alpha. All of you.”Her words were a spark to tinder. My cock jumped in her hand, a thick, eager pulse. I was about to roll her beneath me, to sheath myself in that incredible heat, when she moved.It was a blur of motion, a testament to the wild energy humming through her. One moment she was beneath me, the next she was pushing at my shoulders, her small hands surprisingly strong. I let her guide me, falling back against the pillows, my gaze locked on her.Her eyes were pure fire. She swung a leg over my hips, straddling me, her