All Chapters of GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Blackmoor Wolf Den smelled like stale ale and spilled seed when Michaels Masterson kicked the wooden door shut. Evren lay sprawled across the main furs, his breeches undone, his lips curved into a smug, drunken grin that made Michaels' stomach turn with pure disgust."Michaels, I love you," Evren slurred, his thick alpha scent laced with cheap liquor as he reached out a heavy, clumsy hand. "I want you to know that, omega. You are my mate, and you are so fucking tight, so fucking hot. Can we knot tonight when I crawl into those furs?"From the back of the room, a rough chorus of pack warriors burst into loud, mocking laughter. Evren's friends watched from the benches, their eyes scanning Michaels' lean omega frame with predatory amusement.Michaels' cheeks burned with hot humiliation, his fists clenching until his short nails dug deep into his palms. He looked at the meager plate of salted roots on the stone hearth, his throat tightening so hard he couldn't swallow. His own alpha w

The high altitude of the upper tiers made Michaels’ chest tighten, his omega lungs fighting the thin, crisp air inside the Moonspire Summit Suite. The heavy silver collar around his throat, a mandatory token for the untamed omegas presented at the Moonbound Conclave, felt like an icy brand against his pale skin. He forced his claws to retract, swallowing the bitter taste of his own submissive pheromones as the massive oak doors groaned shut behind him."Step onto the marble platform, Michaels Masterson," Lady Isolde Wintermere commanded from the center of the grand chamber, her voice vibrating with dominant power.Michaels kept his gaze locked on the stone floor, his thighs trembling beneath the silk loin-cloth as thirty high-ranking pack lords stared at his unblemished skin. The heat of their collective gazes felt like physical touches, tracing the narrow line of his waist and the curve of his hips where an alpha’s hands were meant to grip during breeding cycles."Look at those untou

The phone call from Caelum Frostbane vibrated through Michaels Masterson's hand like an alpha's lethal rumble, threatening to shatter what little control he had left inside the Blackmoor Wolf Den. He kept his eyes locked on Evren Blackmoor's battered face, his jaw clenching as his internal omega wolf snarled in pure frustration."Michaels," Caelum’s dark tone rasped through the speaker, heavy with an alpha's command."I cannot deal with your pack business right now, Lord Frostbane," Michaels snapped, his throat tight as he stared down his betrothed."Do not dare cut our link, omega," Caelum warned. "We still have to finalize the terms of your—"Michaels pressed the screen, terminating the connection and silencing the scroll completely before turning his full fury back on the bruised man in front of him."I am completely drained from fixing the disasters you bring upon our territory," Michaels yelled, his fists clenching at his sides. "Your pathetic pride keeps you from begging Osric B

Inside the Masterson Hearth Hall, Michaels Masterson gripped his wood-cutter tool tightly, trying to drown out the loud, demanding voice of the low-born pack enforcer haggling with Tamsyn Masterson at the front counter. Fridays were always full of aggressive trading, but the physical labor kept his mind from fracturing over the memories of his submission in Caelum Frostbane’s den and the violent fallout with his betrothed. His inner omega wolf whined, his scent turning slightly sour with distress as he sorted through the newly cured wolf pelts.A sharp, high-pitched hum cut through the hall as Michaels' communication scroll flared on the wooden table, displaying Evren Blackmoor’s runic signature."Speak of the betrayer," Michaels muttered, his thumb hovering over the parchment screen for a long beat before the intense guilt of what he had done with the True Alpha Supreme forced him to press the activation rune."Michaels," Evren’s voice came through, sounding strained and rough."Stat

"Say it again," Caelum rumbled, his golden alpha eyes flashing in the dim light of the den."I handled the debt," Michaels gasped, his inner wolf trembling at the raw dominance pouring off the supreme alpha. "Draxen signed the release rune in the Silverfang Capital, and Varek Grimclaw has his silver.""You did not handle it," Caelum growled, his large hand sliding down to squeeze Michaels’ jaw. "You used my pack resources to buy freedom for a weakling who lacks the balls to protect his own mate.""Evren wouldn't have survived another day in the Grimclaw Gaming Hall," Michaels whispered, his throat tightening. "His father, Osric, already washed his hands of him.""Then you should have let the rogues tear him apart," Caelum snapped, his thumb pressing hard against Michaels' bottom lip until it parted. "Instead, you crawled into my bed, took my knot, and let me fill your womb just to save a coward.""I did what I had to do to survive," Michaels spat back, his hands slamming against Caelu