All Chapters of Sinful Shorts: Bound to the Alpha, Billionaire, and Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The lock clicked. The sound sat in my chest like a stone.He didn’t move right away. Just stood there, shirt half open, watching me breathe too fast in the middle of his room. Firelight cut across the hard lines of his chest. Black hair fell into eyes that still glowed faint gold. The scent of him filled the space—leather, smoke, and that darker heat that made my thighs press together without thinking.“Clothes off.”My hands shook. I pulled what was left of the torn shirt off my shoulders. It dropped. Cool air hit my bare breasts. My nipples were already tight. I shoved the shorts down next. They stuck to the wet mess between my legs before they hit the floor. I stood naked under his stare.He walked a slow circle around me. Boots heavy on the wood. Every step made the bond pull tighter under my skin. My wolf wanted to bare her throat. I hated her for it.He stopped behind me. One hand landed on my hip. Rough palm. Callused fingers. He dragged it up my side, over my ribs, then closed

The knot stayed locked for almost an hour.Every time I tried to shift, it tugged deep inside me and forced another weak pulse of heat through my core. He didn’t let me off his cock. Just rolled onto his back, kept me straddling him, and held my hips down so I felt every thick throb of him still spilling into me. Blood dried sticky on my neck. The mark burned. My thighs trembled against his.When the swelling finally eased, he pulled out. A thick rush of his release followed, sliding down my thighs and soaking the sheets under us. He watched it happen. No softness in his face. Only that same hard satisfaction.“Shower. Now.”I stood on shaking legs. He walked behind me, one hand on the back of my neck, guiding me into the attached bathroom like I might still try to run. Hot water hit my skin. He pushed me under the spray, soap in his hands, and washed me himself—rough palms over my breasts, between my legs, cleaning his own mess out of me with two thick fingers while I braced against

The rogue hit me first.Claws raked across my shoulder, tearing the shirt and the skin underneath. Pain flared white-hot. I hit the ground hard. Dirt filled my mouth. The sour scent of him poured over me as he landed on top, jaws open for my throat.A black blur slammed into him from the side.The alpha—fully shifted, massive, fur dark as the trees—ripped the rogue off me and crushed his neck in one bite. Bone cracked. Blood sprayed warm across my bare legs. The other five closed in fast. Snarls. Claws. The two enforcers shifted and met them head-on.I scrambled back against a tree, shoulder burning, shirt hanging in bloody strips. The mark on my neck throbbed in time with my pulse. The bond pulled so hard it hurt—dragging my eyes to him even while the fight raged.He moved like violence given shape. One rogue went down under his jaws. Another under his claws. The enforcers finished the last two. It was over in under a minute. Bodies lay broken in the dirt. The air stank of blood and

The howls got closer.He pulled the sheet off me and threw one of his shirts at my chest. “Put it on. Stay behind me.”I dragged the fabric over my head. It hung to mid-thigh, still smelling of him and sex. My shoulder burned. His release still leaked down my thighs when I stood. Mira was already moving into the hallway, shifting as she ran—bones cracking, dark fur exploding across her skin.He didn’t shift yet. Just grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room. The hallway lights flickered. Somewhere below, glass shattered. A snarl cut off into a wet gurgle.We hit the stairs. Two of his enforcers met us halfway, already bloodied. One had a long gash across his chest.“West wing’s breached,” the male said. “They’re inside. Looking for her.”The alpha’s grip on my wrist tightened hard enough to bruise. “How many?”“Twelve. Maybe more. Coordinated.”Another crash from the floor below. Then the sound of claws on wood, moving fast up the stairs toward us.He shoved me against the wall

The howls kept coming.He didn’t wait for the pack to scatter. One hand stayed locked around my throat. The other grabbed a discarded blade from the floor. He dragged me naked across the stone, past the staring wolves, up the main stairs, back toward his wing. Blood from his side still ran freely. My own shoulder had reopened. His release continued to leak down my thighs with every step.He kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and barred it.Moonlight cut through the high windows. Full and hard. The same moon that had started everything. He shoved me toward the bed. I hit the mattress on my back. He followed, already hard, already pushing my thighs wide with his knees.“They’re coming for you,” he said, voice rough. “They’re not leaving with anything.”He thrust inside me in one long stroke. I was swollen and sore and still full of him from the hall. The stretch burned. A broken sound left my throat. He didn’t ease up. Hips snapped forward, driving deep, using the leftover adrenalin