Alle Kapitel von House Of Lust & Moonlight: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

The Alpha’s Forbidden Nun Winter Hardy’s POVHave you ever carried a secret so heavy it feels like it’s crushing your soul?A sin you didn’t mean to commit, yet it clings to you like shadows at midnight?That was the moment I ran from Master Sylvan’s bedroom.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My legs felt weak. My cheeks burned with a heat I had never experienced before. I clutched the empty laundry basket to my chest like a shield as I fled down the long hallway, trying desperately not to make a sound.I had seen him.Completely naked.The image refused to leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to push it away. The powerful lines of his body. The water glistening on his tanned skin. The dark tattoo on his chest. And between his legs… that thick, heavy part of him that I should never have laid eyes on.I locked myself in my small servant’s room, dropped to my knees beside the narrow bed, and pressed my forehead to the cold floor.“Lord, forgive me,” I whispe

The Alpha’s Forbidden NunWinter Hardy’s POVImagine your body betraying you in the worst possible way… right when you need your faith the most.That was the moment everything changed.That morning started like any other — until it didn’t.I was hurrying through the narrow service hallway, arms straining under the weight of a large basket filled with fresh linens and towels for the master’s private wing. The mansion was quiet, and I was focused on finishing my tasks quickly so I could return to the safety of routine.Then I turned the corner and walked straight into a solid wall of heat and muscle.The basket slipped from my hands, scattering linens across the floor. Strong, large hands caught me instantly; one gripping my waist, the other pressing against my lower back, pulling me firmly against a hard, powerful body so I wouldn’t fall.It was him.Master Sylvan Van Dalen.His scent hit me like a physical force: dark sandalwood, spicy warmth, and something deeply masculine that made

The Alpha’s Forbidden NunWinter Hardy’s POVHow would you react, waking up with the eerie feeling that the shadows in your room had been watching you all night?My eyes opened slowly that morning, the soft light from the small window painting the walls in pale gold. Something felt wrong. The air in my little servant’s room felt heavier, as if someone had stood beside my bed for a long time, breathing calmly while I slept. I sat up, clutching the thin blanket to my chest, my heart beating faster than normal. I looked around carefully, and nothing was out of place. My rosary was still on the nightstand. My uniform hung neatly on the hook. Yet the feeling lingered, making my skin prickle.Then I caught it, a faint trace of scent hanging in the air; sandalwood and spice. That dark, masculine smell that always surrounded Master Sylvan. My stomach tightened with unease. That was impossible. He would never come into my room. He barely even looked at any of the staff. It must have been my i

The Alpha’s Forbidden NunVan Dalen’s POVThe door to Winter’s little room clicked shut behind me.I walked down the hallway like a man in a trance, my body still buzzing from her taste, her scent, the way she had trembled and moaned against my mouth. I had promised her it would be the first and last time.And I had already broken that promise in my mind a hundred times over.I slammed the door of my bedroom behind me and tore off my clothes. The shower was turned on as hot as it would go. I stepped under the scalding water and scrubbed my skin until it burned. I wanted her scent gone. I wanted the memory of her soft thighs around my head gone. I wanted the sound of her confused, pleasure-filled cries gone.It didn’t work.Vanilla and warm innocence still stuck to me like a second skin. My cock stayed hard, throbbing angrily, refusing to calm down. I slammed my fist against the tile wall, the pain barely registering.I had never touched my staff. Never. It was the one line I had drawn

The Alpha’s Forbidden NunVan Dalen’s POVThe days after I left the convent blurred into a haze of frustration and self-loathing.I had stood in front of Winter in that peaceful garden, explained the mate bond as best I could, offered her the choice to reject it, and told her the door to the mansion was always open. She had looked at me with those wide hazel eyes full of confusion and fear, and said she didn’t want to return.I believed her.I told myself it was for the best. That I had done the right thing by respecting her decision. That I could finally regain control.I was wrong.The full moon was only two nights away now, and the pull was becoming unbearable. My wolf paced restlessly inside me every waking hour, demanding its mate. Her scent still haunted me. The memory of her soft moans in the bathroom, the way her body had trembled and arched against my tongue, the sweetness of her on my lips — it all refused to fade.I stood in my bedroom, staring out the window at the darkeni