All Chapters of Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Collection: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Adrian’s POVI watched the door close behind the twins, my fingers still wrapped around the empty whiskey glass. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room, and Eugenia lay on the bed, her skin gleaming with sweat, her hair tangled, her lips swollen from kisses that weren't mine.She was beautiful. She was mine.I set the glass down and crossed to her, my boots heavy on the wooden floor. She watched me approach, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile curving her mouth. That smile—it did something to me. Made me want to break her open and devour her from the inside out."You're staring," she said, her voice husky."I'm memorizing." I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand finding her ankle, my thumb tracing the delicate bone. "You let them touch you. You let them fill you.""I let them trust me.""And I let them live." I smiled, but there was teeth in it. "They'll be loyal now. Kell especially. I saw the way he looked at you when you came.""He looked at you first.""Becaus

Eugenia’s POVThe morning after my victory, I woke with the taste of blood still on my tongue and the weight of Adrian's arm heavy across my waist. The lodge smelled of smoke, sex, and the lingering musk of wolves. I lay still, listening to his steady breathing, and allowed myself a moment of peace.It didn't last.A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Adrian was awake instantly, his body coiling, a growl rumbling in his chest. I pressed a hand to his lips, sliding out of bed, grabbing my robe."What?" I called through the wood.Kell's voice came, tight and urgent. "Luna. There's a delegation at the border. Vampires. They say they're from your father."I felt the blood drain from my face, then rush back hot and quick. Of course. Of course he'd send someone now. The moment I was settled, the moment I had power, he'd come sniffing around like a spider checking its web.Adrian was behind me, naked, his ha

Marina's POVThe burning wood crackled and spit above me, sending embers dancing through the smoke-choked air. I pressed myself deeper into the corner of the basement, my knees pulled to my chest, my hands pressed over my mouth to stifle the sound of my own breathing. Above, I could hear the crashing of boots, the shouts of men, the snarling of wolves. Silver Crescent. They'd broken through the wall. They'd killed everyone.I'd watched my father fall from the window of the packhouse, his throat a red ruin. I'd heard my mother scream, then go silent. My brother, Garret, had shoved me into the basement trapdoor, his eyes wide and desperate, before he turned to face the invaders with nothing but his claws and his fury. I hadn't heard his voice since. I knew what that meant.Now the basement door was being torn open.Light flooded in, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to any god who might listen that they'd miss me, that they'd think the room was empty. Heavy footsteps descended the st

Marina’s POV Dawn bled through the canvas walls, turning the tent into a bruised gray sanctuary. I woke to the sensation of Xavier pulling out of me, his knot deflated, his seed slipping down my thighs in a warm, shameful trickle. I kept my eyes shut, my breath steady, feigning sleep. He did not move immediately. I felt his weight shift as he leaned over me, his breath ghosting across my cheek. A strand of hair was brushed from my face. The touch was almost tender. "I know you are awake, Marina." I opened my eyes. He was already dressed in leathers and furs, his silver-streaked hair tied back, his face clean of the wildness that had possessed him the night before. He looked like a king. I looked like a ruin. "The council meets this morning," he said. "A Beta named Elara will tend to you. You will not leave the tent without my permission." "I am a prisoner," I said, my voice a rasp. "You are my Omega." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "There is a difference." A g

Marina’s POVThe days after the battle were gray and silent. Xavier did not leave my side. He held me through the nights, his hand pressed against my empty womb, his breath warm against my hair.I did not speak. I did not eat. I lay in the furs, staring at the canvas ceiling, replaying the moment I had felt the life drain out of me.Elara came. She checked my bleeding, fed me broth, spoke in low, soothing tones. I did not listen.I was hollow.But the hollow did not last.The first sign of change was the hunger.It started as a gnawing in my stomach, a craving for something I could not name. I craved red meat, rare and bloody. I craved wild berries, tart and sweet. I craved the taste of Xavier's skin, salt and smoke and Alpha.I woke one morning with my mouth pressed against his throat, licking, biting.He stirred beneath me, his eyes fluttering open."Marina?""I am hungry."He raised an eyebrow. "For what?"I did not answer with words. I straddled him, sinking down onto his morning