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All Chapters of The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Velaria POVIf someone had told me weeks ago that I would be standing in a place like this, waking up under silk sheets in a house that belonged to my father—a man I had never known, a man I had imagined in a hundred different ways but never truly believed I would find—I would have laughed it off as wishful thinking dressed as destiny. And yet here I was, moving through polished halls that carried his presence in every corner, hearing my name spoken with respect by servants who bowed their heads and called me “Young Madam” as if I had always belonged here, as if this life had been waiting for me all along.It should have felt overwhelming.It should have felt strange.But it didn’t.Not in the way I expected.Because for the first time in a long time, something inside me felt… settled.Complete.I had spent so much of my life with questions I never dared to ask out loud, pieces of a past that never fully made sense, and now those pieces had a face, a voice, a presence that looked at m

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Velaria POVThe sound didn’t stop.It lingered beneath the quiet like something breathing in the dark, faint and uneven, not loud enough to be obvious but too present to be ignored, and the more I stood there in front of that door, the more it pressed against my mind, pulling at something deeper than curiosity, something instinctive, something that made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t explain.This is nothing.It has to be nothing.My hand hovered over the handle for a moment, my fingers trembling slightly despite the logic I kept repeating to myself, because there was no way—no possible way—that something truly wrong could exist beneath this house, beneath his house, beneath the place where I had been welcomed, cared for, accepted like I belonged.There is no way.Slowly, I turned the handle.It didn’t move.Locked.Of course it was locked.That should have been the end of it.That should have been enough for me to turn around, go back upstairs, crawl back into bed, and forget t

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Valentino POVSomething was wrong long before I could prove it.It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t obvious.It didn’t come with chaos or visible danger.It came quietly—through absence, through silence, through the kind of stillness that only exists when something has already shifted and no one has acknowledged it yet.I sat at the edge of the bed for a long moment after waking, my gaze fixed on the empty space beside me, my mind running through something I couldn’t quite name at first, something that felt like a detail I had missed, something small that had slipped past my attention the night before.Velaria wasn’t there.That alone wasn’t unusual.She moved around the house freely now, comfortable enough to explore, to speak with the staff, to spend time in the gardens or the other wings without needing to inform me of every step she took.But still—Something about it didn’t sit right.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair before standing, the tension already settling into my sho

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Richard POVThere is a certain kind of silence that only exists before everything changes.Not peace.Not calm.But anticipation.The kind that settles into your bones when you know the outcome has already been decided—when the pieces have been placed, the board has been arranged, and all that remains is for the players to realize they have already lost.I stood inside the private jet, watching the clouds part beneath us as we cut through the sky toward a destination I had spent years preparing for, a destination that was no longer just a location but a statement, a declaration, an ending.The Drakvolk Pack.For years, they had existed as something untouchable, something powerful, something that believed itself beyond consequence simply because it had survived long enough to think itself permanent.But nothing is permanent.Not power.Not blood.Not legacy.Especially not when something far more patient has been watching, learning, and waiting.I turned my gaze slightly, looking at th

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Vincenzo POVThe first thing I noticed was that panic spreads faster than poison.The second was that Richard Brown was counting on exactly that.All around us, men were dropping.Some hit the polished stone floor hard enough to make sickening sounds that echoed through the courtyard. Others managed to catch themselves halfway down, clutching their heads as if they could physically stop the pain tearing through them. A few staggered backward into pillars and walls, groaning as the effects of the perfume surged through their systems like wildfire finally finding dry land.The guards nearest the entrance collapsed first.Then the outer security line.Then two of the younger wolves stationed near the eastern gate dropped to their knees, their hands pressed tightly against their skulls, blood already beginning to trickle from one man’s nose.Their breathing turned ragged.Erratic.Desperate.I heard one of them choking.Not because he couldn’t breathe.Because his own body no longer knew

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Lorenzo Drakvolk:The moment Vincenzo stopped reacting, I understood exactly what he was doing.That was the thing about my brother—he didn’t fight chaos by matching it. He absorbed it, slowed it down, turned it into something he could dissect. And right now, while guards were dropping to their knees and the air smelled like fear and that cursed perfume, Vincenzo chose to talk.Which meant one thing.I had to disappear.I didn’t wait for a signal that never came in words. I felt it instead—sharp, precise, cutting through the pack bond like a blade sliding into place.Don’t attack him. Find the system.My gaze flickered once more toward the center of the chaos. Richard stood there like a man who had already buried us in his head, his hand resting too comfortably near the device strapped across his chest, his confidence loud without him raising his voice. Valentino was still down, unmoving, Velaria barely holding herself upright, her face pale from the same poison running through the ot

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Consciousness didn’t return all at once.It came in fragments.Sound before sight.Pain before memory.A low ringing pressed against the inside of my skull, dull and heavy, like something had struck me from the inside out. My body felt wrong—slower than it should have been, heavier, like I had been dragged through something thick and suffocating and only just pulled free. For a moment, I didn’t move. I stayed there, suspended between waking and whatever darkness I had been forced into, trying to piece together what had happened.Then I heard it.A strained breath.Not mine.Her.My eyes opened immediately.Velaria.She was on her knees a few feet away, her body trembling, one hand pressed weakly against her chest like she was trying to steady something that refused to calm. Her face was pale, lips slightly parted as she struggled to breathe through whatever the perfume had done to her system. There was pain there—raw and unfiltered—and the moment I saw it, everything else snapped into

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Velaria POVThe smell hit me first.Not blood.Not smoke.Not even that sickening sweetness that had clung to everything for days like a lie refusing to fade.This was different.Clean.Sharp.Clinical.Antiseptic and alcohol and something faintly medicinal that settled into the back of my throat and stayed there.I stood just outside one of the recovery wings, my fingers curled loosely against my palm, watching as stretchers were wheeled past me one after another. Some of the children were awake now, their eyes wide and disoriented, clinging weakly to the hands of the medics guiding them. Others were still unconscious, their small bodies too still beneath thin blankets, machines already being set up around them before they were even fully inside the rooms.The mothers were worse.Not physically.Emotionally.Some of them cried without sound, lips trembling, shoulders shaking as they reached for their children the moment they were allowed close enough. Others didn’t cry at all—they ju

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velaria Drakvolk:Three weeks had passed since everything changed.Richard was finally locked away where he could never touch our lives again, and Mom’s cancer treatments were finally showing real progress — the doctors were optimistic for the first time in months. The constant fear that had gripped my chest for so long had begun to loosen its hold. Tonight, for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to feel light. To feel wanted. To feel utterly, deliciously owned.I lay sprawled across the enormous custom bed in our Lagos penthouse, the silk sheets whispering against my bare skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a glittering view of the city lights, but my attention was completely captured by the three men standing at the foot of the bed.My husbands. My triplets. Vincenzo, Lorenzo, and Valentino Drakvolk.They were identical in the way only triplets could be — tall, powerfully built, with the same sharp, aristocratic features, dark piercing eyes, and th

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Dante The moonlight spilled across the private villa like liquid silver, painting the infinity pool and the surrounding tropical gardens in a soft, romantic glow. Three weeks of chaos had finally settled. Richard was gone, Valerie’s mother was responding well to treatment, and for the first time in months, I could breathe without the weight of duty crushing my chest.Tonight was ours.Serah stood on the wide terrace overlooking the ocean, the warm Lagos night breeze teasing the hem of her short, silky white dress. She looked ethereal — long dark hair cascading down her back, golden skin glowing under the moonlight, and those wide, expressive eyes that had owned me since the moment I first saw her.My Serah.I had waited long enough.I stepped behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. She melted into me instantly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as my mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear.“Dante…” she whispered, her voice already br

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