Semua Bab The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Lorenzo DrakvolkThe high surges through me like a drug I can't quit—electric, addictive, making my veins hum with dark promise. I set the mask down first, its black leather cool against the ancient stone altar, molded perfectly to conceal identities while revealing intentions. Then the boots—heavy, laced with steel toes for that satisfying thud against flesh or floor. The gloves follow, supple and stained from past rituals, whispering secrets of blood and ecstasy. And finally, the real treasures: those wicked silver nipple clamps, their teeth sharp enough to bite but not break... unless we want them to. The thin black belt, perfect for binding wrists or leaving welts. The velvet-lined cuffs from Vincenzo, etched with runes that glow faintly in the candlelight. Valentino's contribution—a slim, obsidian-handled knife, its edge honed to draw sighs or screams.Each one handpicked for her. Our little mate. Our forbidden nun, cloaked in innocence we're dying to corrupt. Our princes

Valeria Mary StormI ran.At first, it really did feel like a game. Tag in the deep woods behind the pack house, the kind of playful chase that always ended with me pinned and laughing between them. My heart hammered with excitement, not fear, as I darted between the ancient pines, leaves crunching under my bare feet, the cool night air whipping against my skin. The moon filtered through the canopy in silver shards, turning everything into a dreamlike haze.But minutes stretched. No laughter. No teasing shouts. Just the heavy silence of the forest and the growing knot in my stomach.*This isn’t play anymore.*I slowed, chest heaving, and turned back toward the base. “Lorenzo? Guys… Okay, guys, this is a little creepy…”My voice echoed too loud. No answer.A prickle of heat ghosted across my back—like breath from something far too close. I flinched, spun around.Nothing.The trees loomed taller. My pulse thundered in my ears.“Okay, this isn’t—”“Boom.”The voice exploded right behind

Valeria Mary Storm: Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains like liquid gold, warm across my closed eyelids. I didn’t want to open them yet. My body felt… heavy. Deliciously wrecked. Every muscle ached in a way that made me want to stretch and purr at the same time. The ritual collar lay cool and solid against my throat, the dragon scale warm from skin contact, the wolf fang almost thrumming like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t just jewelry anymore. It pulsed faintly with something alive—three threads of heat weaving into my own pulse. Lorenzo’s wild hunger. Vincenzo’s smoldering claim. Valentino’s quiet, unbreakable possession. I shifted, and a low hiss escaped me. Gods, I was sore. My thighs sticky, inner muscles tender from knots and relentless stretching, breasts tender from claws and mouths. Cum still leaked slowly from between my legs—thick, warm reminders of how thoroughly they’d filled me. Marked me inside and out. A rough hand slid over my hip, possessive even in sle

Velaria Mary StormMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure they could hear it.Pinch me. Please, someone *pinch me*.Because if this isn’t a fever dream, then I—Velaria Storm—am currently standing in a sprawling marble villa that looks like it was carved out of starlight, surrounded by three immortal Dragon Blood Kings who are looking at me like I’m the rarest treasure they’ve ever unearthed in their endless lives.And the jewelry… God, the *jewelry*.Endless velvet trays glint under soft golden chandeliers—rubies like frozen heartbeats, sapphires deep enough to drown in, diamonds that fracture light into rainbows across my trembling fingers. I reach out almost afraid to touch one.“Is this… a joke?” My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I lift a heavy ruby heirloom necklace; it feels warm, alive, pulsing faintly against my palm like it recognizes me.Lorenzo’s low chuckle rolls over my skin before his arm does. Strong fingers settle possessively at my hip, tugging me g

Sarah:I groaned softly, rubbing my temples as the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. Another late night in this soul-sucking office, my laptop screen glaring back at me with a dozen open tabs of unfinished projects. Budget reviews, compliance audits, inventory reports—they all blurred together into one endless nightmare. The stack of physical files on my desk teetered precariously, threatening to avalanche at any moment. I sighed, leaning back in my creaky chair, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle deeper into my bones.Three colleagues had quit in the last month alone. Good for them, I thought bitterly. But their workloads hadn't disappeared; they'd just been redistributed like unwanted pups in a litter. Now, everything landed on the rest of us, stretching our already thin resources to the breaking point. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, a faint growl echoing in my mind. She hated this confinement as much as I did—trapped in a human world of deadlines and