All Chapters of GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Michaels Masterson stood frozen inside the stone walls of the Blackmoor Wolf Den, the suffocating scent of cheap ale and betrayal heavy in the air."Screw you, Michaels," Evren Blackmoor spat, his chest heaving as he kicked a discarded iron boot across the floor. "I spent weeks feeling like trash over this, like my wolf wasn't strong enough to fix my mistakes in the Grimclaw Gaming Hall, but I should not have even cared. I should have taken more resources from Varek. How many alphas would you have had to take into your nest if the debt went up to half a million silver bars, huh?""Probably just the same supreme leader, honestly," Michaels said, his jaw tightening as his inner wolf bristled with raw defense. "Caelum has more than enough pack resources if you are interested in baring your throat and getting on your knees for someone other than the rogues."Evren snapped his mouth shut, his eyes flashing with a beta’s bitter fury. Michaels refused to feel an ounce of pity for him anymore

"I just—ngh—" Michaels choked out, his throat burning as the enchanted obsidian stone throbbed violently inside his omega heat.Osric Blackmoor placed a heavy, calloused hand on Michaels’ lower back, projecting a comforting alpha pheromone to support the collapsing younger male."Forgive me," Michaels whispered, his voice trembling so hard the words felt broken. Every electric pulse hitting his core made his knees weak, and he desperately wanted to drop to the stone floor of the Moon Oath Sanctuary to hide his shame. "I only know that Cedran would have been proud to see this alliance, and I am grateful that Osric is standing in his place to guide me to the altar."The magical vibrations suddenly cranked to maximum intensity, and Michaels covered his mouth, nearly dropping the golden microphone. He wanted to howl, to whine, to let out the slick heat pooling between his thighs, but he forced himself to step back as the family elders stared at his sudden breakdown.Before his legs could

Michaels Masterson locked his fingers into his leather vest to hide the trembling, terrified to utter the supreme alpha's name. "He is an honorable warrior," Michaels murmured, his omega core tightening at the memory of the scent Caelum had left on his skin."How many moons have you known this male?" Tamsyn demanded, her beta eyes drilling straight into him."Three weeks," Michaels whispered."By the ancestors, Michaels.""I know it sounds wild!" Michaels snapped, his jaw clenching as his wolf stirred with sudden defense. "I am not saying he is my chosen pack leader yet, but there is a bond forming between us. When I told him I wanted to break our secret transaction, his golden eyes filled with pure agony, like he wanted to claim me forever. He makes my wolf feel alive, Tamsyn. He dragged out a dominant side of my omega nature that I never understood before, and when his scent surrounds me, the raw fear just vanishes.""Listen, I will never understand the ways of the high packs, but y

Michaels Masterson locked his fingers into his leather vest to hide the violent trembling, his omega core pulsing with absolute submission. The scent of pine and dark winter musk rolled off Caelum Frostbane in heavy waves, instantly triggering a sharp, slick heat between Michaels' thighs."You look breathtaking, little wolf," Caelum growled, his golden alpha eyes darkening as he stared at the low-cut leather vest baring the omega’s smooth chest."You should not be in the preparation quarters," Michaels whispered, his breath catching as the dominant alpha stepped closer. "The elders say it brings bad omens to see the bride before the moon binding."Caelum let out a sharp, rumbling chuckle, his large hand gripping Michaels' jaw to force their eyes to meet. "Tell me, Michaels, what part of my beast makes you think I bow to old pack laws?""Fair point," Michaels muttered, his wolf roaring in agreement.Caelum pulled the omega flush against his broad, armored chest, his scent instantly cla

Evelisse Thornhart POV"Another dark crimson elixir with extra sugar cubes," the girl behind the stone bar says."Yes, thank you," I say, forcing a quick smile. "You always remember my order.""It is your third one tonight," she says, wiping the counter with a clean cloth. "You really love staying out late on Crimson Crescent Boulevard.""I just do not want to go back to Thornhart Crimson Manor yet," I say, sliding my silver token across the counter. "There is nothing for me there.""The Night Walkers are out early tonight," she warns, lowering her voice. "You should be careful. A human girl alone after dark is an open invitation.""I can take care of myself," I say, taking the warm cup from her hands.I walk over to the small table in the far corner. Crimson Silk Atelier is closing its cafe section soon, and the heavy velvet drapes are already being drawn by the staff. My chest feels tight. My father, Alistair Thornhart, left Blackmoor Haven weeks ago on vampire council business. He