All Chapters of Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alexandra's POV The rain hammered the windows of The Velvet Room like it was trying to break in. I sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a bourbon that burned just right, trying to drown out the echo of another failed client pitch. My hair was still damp from the downpour, clinging to my neck in dark curls. I felt exposed, raw, like the storm had stripped away the armor I usually wore. That's when I saw him. He walked in like he owned the place—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair slicked back from the rain, white shirt clinging transparently to his chest. Jace Reyes. I didn't know his name yet, but something about the way his eyes scanned the room, hungry and unapologetic, made my pulse kick hard against my ribs. He slid onto the stool next to mine without asking. Close enough that I caught the scent of him—cedarwood, rain, and something darker, like smoke and sin. He ordered whiskey, neat, voice low and rough, the kind that vibrates through your bones. "You look

Alexandra's POV The train rattled north out of the city, carrying me away from the hotel, away from him, away from the mistake I could still feel between my thighs. I pressed my forehead to the cold window, watching the skyline blur into gray December morning. My reflection stared back—eyes shadowed, lips still swollen from his bites, cheeks flushed with something that wasn’t just shame.I’d done it again. Let someone in, let them see the cracks, then run before they could decide I wasn’t worth keeping.My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. A new client email. Perfect timing. Freelance life never let you wallow for long.The job was in Portland—three weeks of branding for a boutique coffee roaster. Decent pay, decent escape. I’d booked the ticket on the platform last night while Jace slept beside me, his arm slung possessively across my waist. I’d stared at the ceiling for an hour, heart hammering, before slipping out like a thief.Now the city was behind me, and the ache between my l

Alexandra's POVPortland had settled into a cold, quiet January rhythm by the time the itch became unbearable.Two weeks since Caleb. Three since Jace. The bruises on my hips had faded to pale yellow ghosts, but the memory of his hands hadn’t. Every time I sat down to work, every time I crossed my legs under the table, every time the shower spray hit between my thighs, I felt him. The stretch. The rhythm. The way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing that existed in that storm-drenched hotel room.I hated how much I wanted it again.I hated more that I didn’t know his last name, his number, his anything beyond the way his cock felt when he buried himself to the hilt and groaned my name like a prayer.So I did what any self-respecting, sexually frustrated graphic designer in 2026 would do: I downloaded the app everyone was whispering about.EchoLink. Anonymous. Encrypted. No photos unless both parties agreed. No real names. Just voice notes, text, and—if you were brave—video.

Alexandra's POV The loft in Portland felt smaller every day, like the walls were closing in on the secrets I kept trying to outrun. I’d deleted EchoLink the morning after that explosive digital session—deleted it, reinstalled it, deleted it again. A cycle of self-loathing and craving that left me exhausted.Caleb had texted twice since the gallery opening. Polite. Casual. Asking if I wanted to grab coffee, see a show. I ignored him. Not because he wasn’t kind—he was. Because every time I looked at him, I saw someone who wasn’t Jace. Someone who wouldn’t make me run. And that scared me more than anything.I needed help. Real help. Not another orgasm to chase away the ache.That’s how I ended up on Dr. Elena Vasquez’s couch for the first time.She was recommended by Mara, my coffee-roaster client—apparently Elena had helped Mara through a brutal divorce and come out the other side owning her own business. I liked that. I liked that Elena’s office smelled like bergamot and cedar ins

Brody's POV The next morning broke cold and gray over the Oregon coast, the kind of dawn that felt like the world was holding its breath after a night of sin. I woke up human again, sprawled naked on a bed of pine needles deep in the forest behind the cove, muscles screaming from the forced shift and the run that followed.The bite was still fresh on my tongue—her taste mixed with blood and regret. Sienna.I’d marked her.Not just a love bite. A mate bite. Under the full moon, with the beast riding me hard, instinct had taken over. I’d claimed her in the most primal way a werewolf could, injecting the venom that would turn her. The mating bond had snapped into place like a chain locking around both our souls.I could feel her now. A faint tug in my chest, pulling north toward town. She was alive. Confused. Scared. Her heart rate was elevated even in sleep, her body already beginning to fight the change. Fever. Heightened senses. The first waves of hunger.And it was my fault.H