All Chapters of The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Valerie:Two days later………….The doctor finished the paperwork for Mom’s release . I stood beside the hospital bed, watching him sign the final forms with a steady hand while my heart beat a nervous rhythm against my ribs. Mom looked better—still pale, still fragile, but the fear in her eyes had softened into quiet determination. The first-line therapy had done its initial job. Now comes the real test: recovery at home.“The house is ready,” Vincenzo had told me quietly the night before, his hand warm on my lower back. “Five bedrooms, modern, secure. A nurse is already hired on-site. You won’t be doing this alone.”I nodded, grateful beyond words. My alphas had moved mountains in forty-eight hours. While I stayed glued to Mom’s bedside, they had found the perfect property in a quiet, gated neighborhood—close enough for me to feel safe, far enough from the pack’s turbulent politics.On the morning of discharge, everything happened smoothly. The alphas had arranged a private ambulance

Chapter 18Valerie Mary Storm:I watched Sarah’s car disappear down the long driveway the other day. A small ache settled in my chest, because Sarah was someone who had become more than just a friend , she is a sister.. She helped in redecoration, and most importantly, reminding me that I wasn't in this new chapter entirely alone.“I’m really going to miss you,” I said , hugging her tightly by the front door. Her voice had cracked just a little, but she’d smiled through it. Sarah had laughed softly, squeezing me back. “You’ll be fine, Val. You’ve got your mom with you now, and this beautiful big house. Call me if you need anything……..anything at all.” Then she was gone, off to her new job in the perfume company. Making me miss her presence.Lately, I noticed some strange habits since living with my mother and helping her around. Once I had to rush to her room when I heard her shouting.“This is unacceptable. The floors are supposed to be spotless every second . Look at this

Sarah POV:I sat at my desk in the sales department, reviewing reports while my eyes kept drifting toward the entrance. I kind of missed Valerie and helping out, but duty called.The moment I entered the office, I noticed something was off. People were staring—not the usual curious office glances, but pointed looks, whispers behind hands, and quick averts of eyes whenever someone thought I might notice.Then Dante walked in.Handsome as ever, the shift in the room was immediate. Many heads turned, and a few of our colleagues leaned closer to each other, murmuring. One woman near the water dispenser actually stopped mid-sentence when he passed.Dante moved through it all with his usual calm confidence, briefcase in hand, tie perfectly knotted. He didn’t seem to notice the attention—or if he did, he gave no sign. He settled behind his desk across the aisle from mine, already pulling out files and powering up his laptop. His brow was furrowed, shoulders tight with preoccupation. He hadn’

Sarah POVThe moment Dante carried me into the bedroom, the air between us shifted from warm affection to something hotter, heavier. He set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands already sliding under my blouse, palms rough and warm against my skin. I pulled him down into a deep kiss, tongues tangling with urgent need. The stress of the day melted away as his mouth claimed mine, hungry and demanding.He stripped me slowly, reverently, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. When my bra fell away, his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me arch and moan. His fingers found my other breast, pinching and rolling until I was panting. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest against mine. The moment it was off, I ran my hands over the hard planes of his muscles, nails scraping lightly down his abs.Dante growled low in his throat and pushed me back onto the mattress. He knelt between my thighs, spreading them wide. His mouth descended on my pussy

Sarah povI leaned against the cool marble counter in the dimly lit kitchen of Dante’s apartment. I had been awake for hours already. He stood across from me, his broad shoulders relaxed yet his dark eyes always watchful, always scanning. I loved that about him, the way he seemed to sense every shift in the air before it even happened.“Dante,” I began softly, my voice steady even though a tight knot twisted in my stomach, “why didn’t you ever tell me you were the beta all this while?”He paused, setting down the knife he’d been using to slice fresh fruit for breakfast. His eyes met mine, and for a brief second I caught a rare flicker of vulnerability on his face—the kind he almost never let show. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and let out a slow breath.“I just didn’t want you to see me differently, Sarah.” he said, his tone was low and sincere,yet bold. “When we first met, everything between us was so new and easy. You were this bright, disturbed patient of mine trying