Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lusting For The Wrong Alpha: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Evander I keep staring at her, searching her face for the truth she is still holding back. The fear in her eyes is too old, too deep, to be only about ten thousand dollars and Cassie Duskbane.I try to speak but she quickly interrupts me as though she is scared of what I am about to say.“I stole that money when I was planning to escape from my parents. I didn’t want to be sold just to die.” She says hurriedly, as if the words might burn her if she keeps them inside any longer.Something tight and painful twists in my chest. It must really be hard for her, taking from home just to be sacrificed for nothing she knows of.I understand that kind of desperation far too well, the feeling of being traded, of having no say in your own ending. Gosh! I feel so terrible right now.Without thinking, I step forward and pull her against me, my arms closing around her shoulders as one hand strokes her hair in slow, steady passes. She is rigid at first, then slowly softens against my chest.I don'

Seraphina “I was on my way to the kitchen before I stumbled on you two.” I turn and walk past them without waiting for a reply. Ann’s voice follows, her irritation and frustration evident. “Wrong timing..”I wonder what she meant by that. Regardless, I ignore her and push through the kitchen door.The space is larger than I expected, long marble counters, hanging copper pots, a wide island in the centre, and soft under-cabinet lights that glow against the dark wood cabinets. Stainless-steel appliances line one wall. It smells faintly of herbs and clean stone. This is my first time setting foot in here and I don't think I ever even noticed the decor of my own kitchen back in GoldenMoon Pack.I open the refrigerator. Cold air spills out as I scan my eyes in search of prepared meals. My eyes narrow when I see none. This can't be. There has to be something I can microwave.But there isn't. All I see here is rows of bottled drinks, sealed snacks, and a few tubs of ice cream. I groan und

SeraphinaI just stepped out of the kitchen, walking down the corridor with a small plate of vanilla ice cream in my hand.Instantly, I hear soft, rhythmic moaning drifting from Williams’s room. It's a male voice. So it's definitely him.Why would he be moaning like that? Is he making out with someone?I should mind my business and head back to my room but his moans are so intensified like he is having the best fuck of his life.Curiosity gets the better of me and before I can stop myself, I lean toward the door, heart already picking up an unnecessary speed.The sounds grow clearer as he moans louder. I can't even hear any girl's voice. Perhaps he is touching himself. Could he really be touching himself?A part of me somehow wants to find out. So I slowly ease the door open just enough to look inside.Instantly I freeze, stunned.He is standing completely naked in the middle of the room, head tipped back, eyes closed. While Jane is on her knees in front of him, his thick cock slidin

Seraphina The door bursts open.Evander rushes in, now pulling on the jacket of his formal suit, eyes wide with alarm when he sees me on the floor.“What happened?” He drops to his knees beside me, hands hovering near my face.Tears I don’t have to force spill over. “I… I fell. Into the fireplace.”He gently tilts my chin, examining the angry red ruin on my cheek. “How is that even possible?” He asks, his eyes drifting to my shoulder. “Your cloth has no single burn.”“I…. I…I don't know,” I whisper, hoping my lie doesn't get obvious.He pulls me carefully against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head. “This is bad.” Then he turns toward the open door and shouts, “I need the house physician! Now!”I become scared instantly. A physician means faster healing. Damn it! Why didn’t I think of that?Sometime later I sit on the edge of the bed while Evander treats the wound himself.“Well, it turned out the house physician was dismissed by Ann and has not yet been replaced.” He sa

Seraphina I lean slightly toward Michael and keep my voice low enough that only our table can hear. “Maybe she is a fake.” I say, hoping he reacts to it.Both men turn to me, surprise clear on their faces.Michael recovers first, a sly smile tugging at his mouth. “Or maybe just over-hyped.”I tilt my head. “Or maybe the real Seraphina is even dead.”Michael chuckles under his breath. Evander does not. Rather his expression tightens, clearly offended.“Seraphina Moondancer isn’t dead,” he says firmly. “The alpha transfer ritual didn’t work, remember?”I ignore the correction and keep my attention on Michael. He is exactly the kind of man who will carry a spark into a fire without needing much encouragement.“I’ve heard a lot about this hall,” I say lightly. “How only a Moondancer’s fingerprints can open that vault behind the stage.”There is a moment of silence as we three stare at each other.Michael’s eyes then light up with interest, smiling as expected. “If she is fake, we can fin