Semua Bab The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Valeria Mary Storm:I ran.My body shifted mid-stride, bones cracking, stretching, reforming in a way that should have hurt but didn't anymore. Fur rippled over my skin as the wolf took over—powerful, instinctive, untamed. For a few precious seconds, I wasn’t Valeria Storm, the Luna, the daughter, the disappointment, the question mark.I was just motion.Just instinct.Just escape.The forest blurred into streaks of green and shadow as I pushed harder, letting the wind rip through my fur, letting it strip away every thought I didn’t want to face. My lungs burned in a way that felt almost cleansing, like pain I could finally control.But it didn’t last.Because the anger followed me.It always did.It sat in my chest like a second heartbeat—loud, insistent, impossible to ignore. My mother’s voice replayed again and again in fragments.I was neglected too.Like that excused anything.Like pain inherited was somehow less painful.My stride faltered.Just for a second.But that second was

Valerie povThe mahogany desk was cold against my thighs, a sharp opposite to the feverish heat of Valentino’s skin as he crowded into my space. I could hear the faint hum of his phone, propped up against a stack of ledgers, its camera lens a silent witness to the way I was unraveling under his touch."Look at the screen, Valerie," Valentino whispered. His voice was a low, gravelly command that sent a fresh shiver racing down my spine. "I want you to see what I see. I want you to see how much you want this……and how you should never deny yourself pleasure from us."I turned my head, and I couldn't recognize the hunger in my eyes, wide and dark with a longness that felt bottomless. I watched as his hands, large and certain, moved over me, guiding me into a new position that made me gasp for air. He wasn't going to be gentle, but he was being thorough, intent on capturing every angle of my surrender."You’re doing so well for the camera," he murmured.his lips brushing against t

Dante POVFor weeks, the perfume company had taken my entire attention, day in and night out. Every logo I drafted, every font I agonized over, and every marketing deck I polished was a brick in the fortress I was trying to build for the future of this perfume.Serah was here, working alongside me, and that was all the motivation I needed to be my best. I’m no designer, but I have contacts ready to deliver top-tier designs with a single call. I wanted to be the architect of this company’s success—a rising name and a trustworthy face—so I could accomplish my mission.I wanted the higher-ups to see my name and think of excellence. They had to recognize me… see me and know me. That was the only way to get close to those pieces of shit.I pushed myself harder than I ever had. While others took long lunches, I was sketching, getting advice from my sources on how to refine things. While the rest of the floor emptied out at five, I stayed behind, adjusting the kerning on bottle labels until

Valentino POVI shouldn’t have played the video.Heck! I don’t regret it one bit. Wish they watched it live…..heheh Even as I stood there, phone in hand, I smirked.But I did it anyway.The screen lit up in our dimly lit study, casting a faint glow across the room as the footage began to play. Valerie’s voice—soft, breathless, real—filled the silence, followed by mine. The moment we’d shared… raw, unguarded, too intimate to ever be meant for anyone else’s eyes.And yet, there I was.Showing it to my brothers.Her husband.Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening as the video continued. Vincenzo stood beside him, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the screen with an intensity that made the air feel heavier.Neither of them spoke at first.They just watched, and I watched their every reaction.Every shift in their expression. Every tightening of their jaws. Every flicker of something deeper—something territorial.Possessive.The room grew quiet in a way that wasn’t peace

Valerie POV “Are you really my father?” I whispered.The words felt too heavy for the air between us.Richard didn’t answer immediately.He simply stared at me, his sharp eyes moving across my face as if searching for something buried beneath my skin. Not affection. Not shock. Something colder… like recognition mixed with irritation.Valentino’s hand remained steady at the small of my back, grounding me. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but I could feel the tension in him—controlled, restrained, watchful.Richard finally exhaled slowly through his nose.“You come into my home,” he said evenly, voice smooth but edged with steel, “claiming something that serious… and you expect me to answer just like that?”His tone wasn’t loud.But it wasn’t welcoming either.I swallowed hard.“I’m not expecting anything,” I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I just want the truth.”His jaw tightened slightly at that.For a moment, he glanced at Valentino, studying him with a calculating gaze.“Y