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All Chapters of 358 Days Of Temptation & Sins With My Alpha Stepsons: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Alora’s POV:Last night was my wedding night, but my husband disappeared.I woke up to the first rays of dawn spilling through the curtains of the room that was supposed to mark the beginning of my new life. The bed next to me was cold and untouched, a stark reminder that Alpha Mathias Darkwood, my husband, hadn’t even bothered to show up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, only to hiss in pain as a sharp sting shot through my foot. Looking down, I saw shards of glass scattered across the floor, blood pooling beneath my toes. The mess from last night—the broken ceramics, the torn clothes were still there, a grim reminder of my frustration. A knock at the door startled me, and Betty, my only friend in this life, stepped inside. Her face contorted in shock the moment her eyes fell on the blood. Without hesitation, she rushed to me, grabbing my shoulders. “Alora, what are you doing?” she asked, panic evident in her voice. “I’m fine,” I said, standing to my feet despite the

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Alora’s POV: “What?” I could barely contain my shock. My voice rose, trembling with disbelief. “We just got married hours ago, and now you’re leaving for 358 days? And without mating with me?” “That can wait until I return,” he said, his tone dismissive. “It can’t!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “I need your mark, Alpha Mathias. That’s the only way this will be real. It’s the sign that I’m the Luna. You can’t just leave me hanging for 358 days!” He reached out and took my hand, his touch meant to calm me but it didn’t . “I promise to mark you the moment I return.” “Why wait?” I challenged, stepping closer. My fingers found his jaw, tilting his face so his eyes locked with mine. “Do it now.” His breath hitched as I whispered, “Let’s do it now,” my hands trailing along his neck. But he grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. “As much as I want to, I don’t want to mark you in a rush. That moment should be special. You don’t need a mark to know you’re mine,” he

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Alora’s POV:All of us were seated in the dining room as lunch was served. The room was cloaked in an almost oppressive silence—the kind where even the sound of a needle dropping could echo like a thunderclap. I could feel their gazes boring into me, though I kept my eyes fixed on the plate of steak in front of me. My hands trembled slightly as countless thoughts swirled in my mind.I picked up the fork and knife, trying to focus on cutting the steak into manageable bites. But just as I slid the knife into the meat, my plate was whisked away. Startled, I looked up, my gaze locking with Kade’s. He was smiling at me—a smile that made my heart falter in its rhythm. It wasn’t just any smile; it was the kind that carried a dangerous charm, the kind that left you breathless without realizing why.“Here,” he said, handing me a plate with neatly cut pieces of steak.“Thanks,” I muttered, my voice barely audible.“Father really gave you a new look,” Thorne commented, his tone neutral. I n

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Alora’s POV: Kade's face flashed in my mind first. Those dark eyes that had watched me like I was something to be studied, dissected. The way his jet-black hair fell just above that sharp jawline, perfectly calculated like everything else about him. When he'd leaned in behind me, his breath on my neck, I'd felt the danger radiating off him. He moved like a predator who already knew how the hunt would end. Then Keziah. God, Keziah with his dark hair catching the light like some avenging angel, except there was nothing holy about the coldness in those gray eyes. He'd looked at me like I was a puzzle he was determined to solve or destroy. The way he'd said "filthy slave" with that sharp, aristocratic face... he wanted me to remember exactly where I'd come from. Wanted me to feel small. And Thorne. His auburn hair was slightly messy, like he didn't care about appearances the way his brothers did, but those blue-gray eyes? They saw everything. He'd barely spoken, but I'd felt hi

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Alora's POV:I spent the entire day tossing and turning on my bed, restlessness coursing through me like a relentless tide. Sleep eluded me, no matter how tightly I shut my eyes. Whenever I tried to focus on something else, their faces would intrude on my thoughts, flashing vividly in my mind like a haunting reminder of my earlier actions.Since the moment I had tried rejecting them earlier in the afternoon, my wolf had gone completely silent. Her withdrawal gnawed at me, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. Her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken, and it unsettled me deeply.A soft knock on my door broke through my turbulent thoughts. I pulled the duvet down from my face just as the door creaked open. Betty’s familiar figure stepped inside.“Dinner is ready,” she announced, her tone gentle but firm. I nodded in response, though my mind remained elsewhere.Dinner in the Darkwood household was always at 10 p.m. Finally, the day was drawing to a close. Perhaps a g

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Alora’s POV: The thoughts were relentless, swirling in my mind like a storm that wouldn’t settle. I couldn’t help but question my actions. Maybe I had been too extreme in rejecting them. Nobody deserved rejection, especially not from the one they were fated to spend their life with. I knew the sting of rejection all too well, the ache of being unwanted, the void left behind by neglect. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, let alone my fated mates. The idea of hurting them made my chest tighten with guilt. They had left when they were eighteen, and I was only fifteen at the time. Back then, I had been too young to feel the mate bond fully. For werewolves, the bond only became apparent at eighteen, during the mating ceremonies designed to help newly awakened wolves find their destined partners. But the rumor from six years ago was still fresh in my memory—they hadn’t found their mate at the ceremony. Could that have been because of me? Could they have known back then,

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Alora's POV:My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as my eyes locked on him. It was really him, standing there like some immovable force at the doorway.Alpha Mathias.His piercing gaze bored into me, his eyebrows furrowed as though he was trying to decipher every hidden thought in my mind. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly parched as I scrambled for words.“I can explain… it’s just…” My voice faltered, the words dying on my lips. My mind raced, desperate to form a coherent thought, but nothing came. I turned, almost instinctively, to the triplets for support. Surely, one of them would come to my rescue, but to my shock, the spot where they had laid just moments ago was empty.I blinked once. Twice. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? No, they were gone. Vanished without a trace.How had they disappeared so quickly? They were just here.“Are y

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Alora’s POV:After slipping into the bathroom, I let the warm water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and fatigue. The scent of lavender soap filled the small, steamy space as I lathered it across my body, the bubbles glistening like tiny pearls. I spent a few extra moments enjoying the sensation, letting the gentle steam soothe my thoughts. After rinsing off, I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel, patting my skin dry as I stepped out. I walked over to my wardrobe, scanning the neatly arranged clothes. After a moment of deliberation, I picked a soft, pastel blue sundress. It hugged my figure lightly, the flowing fabric brushing against my knees. The neckline wasn’t too revealing, but it still had a touch of elegance to it. I brushed my hair, letting it cascade in loose waves around my shoulders. Once satisfied with my appearance, I gazed into the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I smi

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Alora’s POV: Retiring to my room, I sat down on the edge of my bed, my mind replaying every moment of the day. Each scene unraveled itself, refusing to give me peace. From the unsettling morning when I found them sprawled across my bed, to the breakfast incident where Kade’s leg brushed against mine under the table, every detail felt vivid and intrusive. My thoughts were a tangled mess. What was even happening to me? Why did I let them get away with such behavior? Why didn’t I stand my ground? By allowing it, I had inadvertently given them permission to keep toying with me. Did they think it was okay to mess with me just because of who they were? Frustration bubbled within me as I began pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do. My wolf stirred uneasily, as conflicted as I was. Just as I was about to scream into the void in sheer exasper

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Alora’s POV:My gaze was fixed on them, unwavering and expectant, waiting for answers they seemed unwilling to give. Their silence was unnerving, their gazes boring into me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The expressions on their faces were unreadable, blank masks hiding whatever thoughts churned beneath the surface. A chill ran through my body, but I refused to let it weaken my resolve. I stood firm, rooted in place, refusing to show any sign of the turmoil raging within me.“What do you think?” Kade finally spoke, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion, as though he was discussing the weather rather than the storm of a situation we found ourselves in.“I’m the one who asked a question,” I retorted, my voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“Well,” he said, his tone casual yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of challenge, “we don’t hav

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