All Chapters of Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Collection: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jennifer’s POVThe storm came on the fourth night, but the tension had been building long before the first snowflake fell.After waking in the cabin, I'd spent three days in a fog of denial. I told myself this was some kind of survival situation—a rescue scenario. I'd been lost, they'd found me, and soon I'd be back in my own world, far from towering men with eyes that glowed amber in the dark.But the questions I asked were met with evasions. "Where exactly am I?" I'd press, and Devin would reply, "Safe." "Why can't I use your phone?" and Atticus would say, "No service."By the third night, I stopped asking. The cabin had no mirrors, no clocks, no connection to anything I knew. The only constants were the two of them—Devin with his slow smiles and careful touches, Atticus with his brooding silences and watchful gaze.I caught myself watching them too. The way they moved together, finishing each other's sentences, exchanging glances that held entire conversations. They were twins, the

Devin’s POV I woke to gray light filtering through the frosted windows and the sound of wind howling around the cabin. The fire had burned low again, casting a dim orange glow across the room. Atticus was still asleep, his face pressed into Jennifer's hair, one arm draped possessively over her waist. I lay still, letting my senses stretch outward. The snow had piled higher overnight—drifts reaching past the windowsill, the world outside erased in a blanket of white. The storm hadn't let up. If anything, it had intensified. We were officially snowbound. I should have felt trapped. Instead, I felt… grateful. I turned my head to watch Jennifer sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. The mark on her shoulder had deepened overnight—a dusky bruise where my teeth had claimed her. My wolf preened at the sight. I couldn't resist touching her. My fingers traced the curve of her hip, slipping beneath the blanket to rest on the warm skin of her stomach. She

Marie’s POVThe moon hangs heavy and full over the Blood Howl pack territory, casting silver shadows across the clearing where the entire pack has gathered for the mating ceremony. My heart pounds so hard I swear everyone can hear it. After eighteen years of being invisible in my own home, after four years of loving Tommy with every fiber of my being, tonight I finally matter. Tonight, I become his mate.I smooth down the white dress Lisa forced me to wear—her old one, stained yellow at the hem, two sizes too big. "Be grateful I'm letting you wear anything at all," she'd sneered while Susie watched from the doorway, smirking. But none of that matters now. Tommy will see me. Tommy will choose me.The pack elders form a circle around the ceremonial bonfire. I spot Tommy standing near his father, Alpha Xander, and my breath catches. He looks so handsome in his ceremonial leathers, his brown hair swept back, his eyes scanning the crowd. When they land on me, he gives a small nod. My chest

Marie’s POV The days blur into a rhythm I never thought I'd know. Mornings in Xander's bed, his body wrapped around mine. Afternoons learning pack duties, meeting elders, enduring the cold stares of those who still see me as an outsider. Evenings spent in his sanctuary, exploring the boundaries of pain and pleasure. But peace never lasts in a pack divided. It's the fourth morning after the ceremony when I wake to find Xander already dressed, his expression hard. "What's wrong?" He sits on the edge of the bed, taking my hand. "Tommy has challenged me." My blood runs cold. "What? When?" "An hour ago. He's invoked the right of blood challenge—a formal duel for the Alpha position." Xander's jaw tightens. "He believes I stole you from him, that I've dishonored the pack by taking his intended mate." "But he rejected me!" I sit up, clutching the sheet. "He chose Susie!" "It doesn't matter. In his mind, I overstepped. The challenge is legal. I must accept." Panic claws at my chest.

Maria’s POV The morning after the flogging, my back feels tender even through the softest linen I can find. Xander has already left for a patrol along the border—something about rogues sniffing around our territory. I’m alone in the suite, a tray of breakfast untouched beside the bed. A knock splinters my solitude. I pull on a robe, the fabric sliding over my sensitized skin like silk over fire. When I open the door, one of the pack elders stands there—a woman in her sixties named Marta, her silver hair braided tight against her scalp, her eyes sharp as winter frost. “Luna.” She gives a curt nod. “I request a word.” I step aside. She sweeps past me, her movements stiff with age and authority. She doesn’t sit. “I’ve been a member of this pack for forty-seven years,” she says. “I’ve seen Alpha’s mates come and go. Some lasted. Most didn’t.” I keep my voice steady. “What’s your point, Marta?” “My point is that you’re young. Unblooded. You were claimed in a whim, not a co