All Chapters of Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Collection: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara’s POV The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the master suite, casting long, golden ribbons across the rumpled sheets. I woke slowly, the lingering haze of sleep clinging to me, but the moment I felt the heat of the body beside me, I was wide awake. I didn't move at first; I simply breathed him in. The scent of cedar, old leather, and the musk of last night’s exertion filled my lungs, grounding me. He must’ve snuck back in sometime in the middle of the night. I turned my head, my eyes tracing the familiar, rugged silhouette of Maddox. He was lying on his back, one arm flung over his forehead, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence. Seeing him here, in the quiet sanctuary of his bedroom, felt like a victory. After the uncertainty, the threats, and the sheer volatility of our connection, the simple fact that he had returned to me—that he had chosen this bed over the cold solitude of his duties—sent a surge of warmth through my chest th

Alpha Gavin’s POVThe rain wasn't just falling; it was a deluge, a freezing wall of water that turned the forest floor into a sludge of grey mud and rotting pine needles. My lungs burned, every breath a jagged shard of ice as I pushed through the underbrush, my wolf pacing frantically beneath my skin. Behind me, Elias was keeping pace, his breathing heavy, his boots splashing through the mire.We were deep in the territory of the Black Ridge pack—enemy lines we had crossed in a desperate attempt to scout their flank. But the storm had blindsided us, erasing our tracks and scrambling our senses. Now, we were stranded, hunted, and freezing."There!" Elias barked, pointing through the veil of rain.A dilapidated cabin sat huddled in a clearing, its wood greyed by decades of decay, looking more like a corpse of a building than a shelter. We didn't discuss it; we simply lunged for the porch, slamming the heavy oak door shut behind us and sliding the rusted bolt into place.The silence that

Alpha Gavin’s POVThe rain had tapered off into a miserable, clinging mist that blurred the line between the grey sky and the dark pines. Inside the cabin, the air was thick—not just with the smell of damp wood and old dust, but with the heavy, musk-laden scent of our shared release.Elias had spent the last hour in a state of fragile silence. He had dressed slowly, his movements stiff, avoiding my eyes as he pulled on his boots. He was trying to rebuild the wall, trying to put the Beta mask back on, but I could see the cracks. Every time I shifted my weight or let my gaze linger on the curve of his backside, I saw a flicker of heat ignite in his eyes. He was terrified of how much he had enjoyed being broken."We need to scout the perimeter," Elias said, his voice regaining some of its professional clip, though it still sounded raw. "If the enemy pack has picked up our scent, we're sitting ducks in this hole."I stood up, stretching my limbs. I felt powerful, energized by the submissi

Elias’s POVThe silence that followed the storm was heavier than the noise had been. I remained draped over the table, my breath coming in ragged, shuddering hitches. My body felt like a ruined temple, every nerve ending raw and screaming, yet there was a profound, terrifying peace in the wreckage. For the first time in my life, the noise in my head—the schedules, the reports, the endless expectations of being the perfect Beta—had gone completely silent. There was only the throb of my pulse and the cooling slick of Gavin’s cum between my cheeks.I felt him shift, the bed of the table creaking under his weight as he stepped back. I waited for the command to get up, for the coldness to return, but instead, I felt his hand settle gently on the small of my back. The contrast was jarring; the man who had just spent the last twenty minutes treating me like a piece of meat was now touching me with a tenderness that felt more dangerous than the violence."Look at me, Elias," he murmured.I pu

Jennifer’s POVI woke to the smell of woodsmoke and something cooking—rich, savory, making my stomach clench despite the terror that still pulsed at the edges of my consciousness. Light filtered through grimy windows, pale and weak, burning away the last of the fog. Morning. I was still here. Still alive.I sat up slowly, the furs slipping from my shoulders. The cabin was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth, and the twins were both at the wooden table, eating from bowls with their fingers. Devin looked up first, that same unnerving gaze locking onto mine. Atticus followed a beat later, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand."You slept," Devin said. It wasn't a question."I passed out," I corrected, my voice hoarse. "Big difference."Atticus smirked, rising from the table. He brought me a bowl of the same stew, steam curling upward. "Eat. You'll need your strength.""I'm not eating anything you give me." I pushed the bowl away, scrambling off the bed. My legs felt weak, but I f