บททั้งหมดของ In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Penelope’s POVMy hand shook as I unlocked it. I looked at the missed calls; just so many of them. All from Julian. He had never called this much; something was wrong.I didn’t have time to think. I jumped out of bed, and threw on clothes, whatever I could find. My mind was moving at such a pace I felt tight in my chest like I couldn’t breathe properly. What happened last night? Where was I? What was going on?I reached down and grabbed my bag, grabbing my phone again, my finger hovering over the call button to Julian. I should call him, but I didn't want to, worry continued to build up inside of me, why was I worried? What if something had happened to him? I quickly pressed his number and waited, holding my breath.Rings once. Twice.And then voicemail.I tried again, no, and again, voice mail, again, I could not help but feel a knot twist in my stomach, starting from something cold. What? Why wasn't Julian answering? Maybe he is busy... But that was not the feeling I was getting. T

Peneolope’s POVShe stumbled back, holding her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief and fury.Before she could lunge at me again, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the porch.“Enough.”We both froze.Callista turned, her face draining of color.A tall man stood at the doorway. Broad-shouldered. Sharp suit. Sharp jaw. Salt-and-pepper hair swept back like a storm waiting to hit. He looked too hot and too old to be her brother.But I knew who he was.Alpha Daemon Dray. Her father.I’d only seen him twice since I have known Callista. He was always away, handling business. That’s why Callista got away with so much.Not anymore.“She’s a member of this household now,” he said, walking down the steps slowly, like he owned the world. “She lives here. So I want no fighting. No scenes. I don’t care what happened in the past. Respect yourselves.”His eyes met mine briefly—cold, unreadable, but strong. Then he got into his car and drove off without another word.Callista stood frozen. Still red. St

Daemon’s POVMy boots hit the gravel with a hollow crunch as Lucas and I walked toward the mansion. Every step felt heavier than the last. The weight of Callister’s name on Lucas’s tongue was still echoing in my mind.Callister. Trouble. Death.Gods.I rubbed my temples, my head pounding like war drums. My mouth tasted like iron and regret. The air was too sharp, like it knew something I didn’t.I hated not knowing.“Do you remember anything yet?” Lucas asked quietly beside me.I shook my head. “Only pieces.”But then…A growl stirred inside me. My inner wolf.“Liar. You remember her. The girl. Her scent gods, Daemon, she tasted like fire.”“Zephyr,” I muttered under my breath, my heart skipping.“You’ve bedded many, but none of them ever touched me. She did.”He sounded giddy. I hadn’t heard him like this in years.Most women I slept with made Zephyr retreat. Bored. Disgusted. He called them empty, glass shells that touched the body but not the soul.But last night?He was practicall

Penelope’s POV “Of course, my lady,” she said, her voice just a little unsure. “It’s down this hall, third door on the right. Large gold handles. You can’t miss it.”“I never do,” I replied, giving her a wink as I sauntered past.Every step I took echoed with confidence.I wasn’t just walking to his room, I was walking into his mind.Again.I reached the third door on the right just like the maid said.Gold handles, dark wood, tall and intimidating.Like the man behind them.I didn’t knock.Daemon and I had already crossed that line. I pushed the door open and stepped in like I belonged there.And I did.The room smelled like cedar, leather, and something warm and masculine. Candles flickered on the high shelves, shadows dancing across stone walls. A large bed sat untouched, dark sheets pulled tight. But he wasn’t resting.No, he was standing by the weapon rack, sleeves rolled up, sliding blades into place.God.Even from behind, he looked dangerous.His shoulders were broad, back st

Penelope’s POV"Three."Daemon’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.And then they jumped.Lucas. The guards. Even Daemon.One by one, bodies hit the water with loud splashes, swallowed by the dark river.But me?I froze.My whole body locked up. My fingers gripped the edge of the boat like it was the only thing keeping me alive. The arrows were still coming, raining from the sky like fire sent from angry gods.And still… I couldn’t move.“Penelope!” Daemon’s voice ripped through the air, sharp and commanding.I looked upAnd that’s when I saw it.An arrow. On fire. Coming straight for my face.My breath caught. My legs moved.I jumped and the boat tipped over.The cold hit me like a punch. The river wasn’t just water, it was ice. A living, breathing glacier that swallowed me whole. I gasped the second I went under, the cold stealing the air from my lungs.But I knew how to swim. That was what saved me.So I kicked hard, pushing through the water. I surfaced, spitting out a mout