Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Valerie Mary: The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom. Only this time, I was already awake, slipping quietly from the warmth of tangled sheets and limbs. My body still hummed with the echoes of last night—three pairs of hands, three mouths, three insatiable alphas who had claimed me again and again until I couldn’t remember where one of them ended and another began. I padded barefoot down the hallway to my own room, the one they had given me as a courtesy even though I rarely slept there alone anymore. The silk robe I’d thrown on did little to hide the faint marks blooming across my skin: fingerprints on my hips, a love bite just below my collarbone, the pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly what I had become. An instrument for sex. And I love every moment…….. They worshipped me like a goddess, and loved me just the way I am. Any woman would do anything to have what I have right now. For a fact, The Moon Goddess had

LorenzoThat morning, Vincenzo and I went around checking our own shipments. The docks smelled of salt and diesel, crates stacked high under the gray sky.We knew the elders who had backed our late father still had men following us, watching every move like vultures waiting for a slip. We didn’t acknowledge the tails. Instead, we walked the warehouses like we owned the world—because we did.I barked at one of our foremen when a pallet moved too slow.“You think this is a fucking vacation?” Vincenzo snapped, his voice low and sharp. The man paled and sped up.Vincenzo fired two guys on the spot for looking sluggish, their excuses cut off mid-sentence.“Next time you waste our time, you’re gone,” he told the second one, calm as death.We kept moving.Twice I caught the same black SUV in the rearview—once near the container yard and again when we left the second warehouse. We did nothing to show we noticed. Let them think we were blind. Let them report back that we were just two brothers

Valentino: I stood in the dimly lit office inside the mansion, where no one dared to enter or asked questions, our number one meeting room, where we make every decision and plan.My hands were steady as I reviewed the master file on the laptop screen—the recording Vincenzo had made, raw and damning. It was my job to ensure it didn't just disappear into the ether. No, it had to hit like a silver bullet to the heart of the pack's corruption. The elders had ruled for too long, their claws sunk deep into everything from our father's era onward. Tonight, we ended that, we ended their era and they wouldn't even know what hit them.I wasn't foolish enough to handle this solo. Power like this needed backup, and someone who knew the pack's underbelly as well as I did. So I picked up my phone and dialed Dante, Vincenzo's beta.Loyal to the bone, sharp as a blade, but with that quiet fire that made him perfect for the shadows. A very good therapist but undercover working as.a perfume sale

Valeria POVThe hallway felt colder when I stepped out of the room, like the air itself had weight. It clung to my skin, seeped into my bones, and made everything feel heavier than it already was.For a moment, I just stood there.Breathing.Trying to steady myself.But it didn’t work.Nothing about this felt steady.Nothing about this felt under control.I dragged a hand over my face, exhaling slowly before forcing my legs to move. Food. The doctor said she needed to eat. Something light, something warm. Something that didn’t smell like alcohol and regret.Something normal.God… when was the last time anything about this was normal?The hospital cafeteria was nearly empty, the low hum of distant conversations and clinking cutlery echoing faintly in the background. I stood there longer than necessary, staring blankly at the options like they required deep thought.Soup.Bread.Something soft.Something easy.I ended up with a tray that felt too small for the situation and too heavy fo

Lorenzo Drakvolk:I felt the exact moment she woke.It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a subtle shift beneath the sheets, her breathing changing from that deep, exhausted rhythm to something lighter, more aware. My gaze lifted from where I’d been sitting in the low armchair, arms resting on my thighs, watching her like I’d been doing for the last hour. Her lashes fluttered, then slowly lifted. Those eyes—fuck, those eyes—still hazy with sleep, still carrying the weight of whatever hell she’d dragged herself through last night.She looked soft for a second. Too soft. Vulnerable in a way that made something dark and possessive twist hard in my chest. The kind of softness that made me want to wrap her up, pin her down, and remind her exactly who she belonged to until she forgot every other fucking thing in the world.“Hey…” I murmured, my voice low and rough, leaning forward just enough so she could feel me close without crowding her yet. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”Her gaze found mine, st