All Chapters of UNHOLY TEMPTATIONS: A collection of steamy stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Alpha believed that a gold ring on my finger, a grand title, and a soft bed were enough to keep me quiet and dutiful. He was wrong. Every night was the same agonizing routine—he took what he wanted without care, turned his back to me, and drifted off into a heavy sleep, completely oblivious to the cold, hollow ache he left.I slipped out from beneath the silk sheets, my bare feet hitting the cold marble floor without making a sound. The bedroom felt suffocating, thick with the heavy scent of a man who saw me as nothing more than a prized trophy to display when the sun was up.I pulled my silk robe over my shoulders, securing the tie loosely around my waist, and walked out onto the high stone balcony overlooking the inner courtyard.The night air was crisp, biting against the exposed skin of my neck, but I barely felt the cold. My eyes immediately moved down to the training grounds below.Under the harsh glare of the lights, Caleb was working late.He was an Omega—assigned to the h

For the high school homeroom teacher Miss Eliana Moreau, the hardest part of the morning was never taking attendance, handing out permission slips, or keeping twenty-five teenagers quiet before the first bell.It was Julian.He sat in the second row, right in her direct line of sight. While the rest of the class slumped over their desks in morning stupors, Julian was always wide awake, his chin resting in his palm, eyes locked onto her with an unbothered, knowing intensity."Julian," Eliana said, keeping her voice crisp as she checked off the roster. “Present?”“Always for you, Eliana,” he replied, his voice a low, smooth baritone that made a few girls in the front row turn their heads.When Eliana looked up from her clipboard, he caught her eye and gave her a slow, deliberate wink.She felt a flare of heat climb up her neck, but she forced her expression into an unreadable mask, clicking her pen sharply. “That’s Dr Moreau or Miss Moreau, Julian. And sit up straight.”He didn't flinch

The morning bell had already rung by the time Eliana got to school. She moved through the halls on autopilot, nodded at colleagues, and answered a quick question from a student she barely registered. Her office door closed behind her with a soft click, as she sank into the chair behind her desk.The room smelled of old paper and the faint citrus cleaner the night staff used. Sunlight cut across the polished wood, illuminating the neat stacks of ungraded essays she had no intention of looking at yet. Her body still carried the ghost of him—the ache between her thighs, the faint bruise on her hip where his fingers had gripped too hard, the lingering heat under her skin.She tried to open her laptop. But as the screen glowed, she stared at the blank document and instead saw the dim amber light of his bedroom, the way his fever-hot mouth had closed over her breast, the long, deep thrust that had driven the air from her lungs. The memory arrived uninvited and vivid.Her pulse quickened. Sh

Morning light filtered through the blinds in thin gold stripes. Chlow woke up with the ache between her thighs still present and the memory of Lucas’s hands vivid enough that her skin felt oversensitive just from the sheets shifting against it.She stayed in bed longer than usual, replaying every detail. By the time she finally got up, her pulse was already elevated.Ethan was in the kitchen when she passed through, bare-chested in low sweatpants, pouring coffee. He looked at her over the rim of his mug. Something sharp and knowing sat in his eyes.“Sleep okay?” he asked.“Fine.” She kept walking.A few hours later Inside her bathroom, she locked the door, stripped, and stepped under the hot spray. Water flowed over her shoulders, down her breasts, to in between her legs. She closed her eyes and the night flooded back. Her hand slid down without conscious decision.Her fingers parted her folds. She was already slick. She pushed two fingers inside, slow at first, then deeper, curling t

The next morning the house felt different—charged, and quieter, like the air itself remembered what had happened.Ethan left just after ten. He needed groceries, he said, and something from the hardware store. The front door closed behind him with a solid click. The house settled into stillness.Chloe was in the kitchen in one of Ethan’s old T-shirts and nothing else, standing at the counter with a half-drunk glass of water. Lucas came in a few minutes later, still damp from the shower, wearing only a pair of low black sweatpants, and stopped when he saw her.Their eyes met but neither of them spoke at first. The memory of the day before sat heavy between them. Lucas’s gaze dropped to the hem of the oversized shirt, then lower to her bare thighs.Chloe set the glass down. “He’s gone for a while.”“I know.”She turned to face him fully. The shirt rode up just enough to show the soft curve where her thighs met. Lucas crossed the kitchen slowly. When he reached her he didn’t ask for per