All Chapters of SINNER OR SAINT: The Alpha’s Twin Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

21 Chapters

Cursed or chosen

~CURSED OR CHOSEN~ I gather what little courage I have left. For whatever it’s worth. I hold my breath and lift one foot over the edge of the stone tub, bracing myself for agony—for burning, for rejection, for the sacred water to expose me as a fraud. My foot slips beneath the surface. It feels cool. The tension in my lungs releases in a shaky breath. Slowly, carefully, I bring my second foot in. The moment both feet submerge, something surges through me. It isn't pain that I feel, but a raw, humming energy. A clean, rushing force climbs up my legs, into my spine, exploding softly behind my ribs. My fingers twitch as if lightning has threaded itself through my veins. The water begins to tremble. At first, it’s subtle—ripples brushing against my thighs. Then it grows violent. The entire tub rumbles beneath us, stone vibrating, water crashing against its edges. Gasps erupt around the cavern. I lift my head toward Damon. He stares at me with an intensity that is bo

The alpha’s touch

~THE ALPHA’S TOUCH~The footsteps suddenly stop, but I still don’t turn.I remain standing before the sacred stone tub, the blue water finally calm again, as if the violent power that erupted moments ago had never happened.But everything has changed.They bowed to me. To a girl who cannot even remember who she used to be.My fingers tighten at my sides as I stare into the water. Somewhere inside my chest there should be a steady rhythm, proof that I am alive.Yet Damon said he could not hear it. A strange chill creeps over my skin.The air shifts suddenly behind me. I can feel him moving toward me again.His presence is impossible to ignore. The power rolling off him presses against my senses like a storm waiting to break.Before I can react, a strong hand slides around my waist.My breath catches as he turns me to face him in one smooth motion. Instinctively my hand lands on his shoulder to steady myself.The moment our bodies touch, a strange electric current sends a jol

Alpha’s true love

~ALPHA’S TRUE LOVE~ Khloe lingers beside me. “You should rest,” she says gently. “Tomorrow will be a long journey.” I nod slowly. “You go ahead,” I tell her. “I’ll join you in a bit.” She studies my face for a moment, as if debating whether to argue, but eventually she nods. “Alright. Don’t stay too long.” Then she walks off, her footsteps fading into the distance until the cavern is finally still. For the first time since the ritual began, I’m alone. I exhale slowly and crouch down beside the stone tub again. The blue water is calm now, reflecting the moonlight pouring in from the opening above. When I lean closer, my reflection stares back at me strangely. I rest my elbows on my knees and stare into the water. “What was that about?” I murmur softly to my reflection. “Was I really cursed?” The word echoes in my mind. Cursed, blessed or different. No one seems to know which one I am. My fingers hover over the water before I slowly dip one into the surface. The water

Night without the Alpha

~NIGHT WITHOUT THE ALPHA~ After bathing, I slip into the soft nightwear Khloe left for me. The fabric is light against my skin, far more comfortable than the ceremonial clothing I wore earlier. Khloe had stayed long enough to make sure everything was arranged properly. Fresh towels, clean sheets, warm water, even a tray of food I barely touched. Only after she was satisfied that I was settled did she finally leave. Now the room is quiet. I lie back on the enormous bed and stare at the ceiling. The chamber is massive, far larger than any bedroom I remember seeing. The walls are carved stone, decorated with ancient wolf symbols and dark wooden panels. Heavy curtains frame the tall windows, and moonlight spills through them, painting silver lines across the floor. It feels less like a bedroom and more like a king’s chamber from an old legend. The Alpha of all wolves would not sleep in an ordinary room. I roll onto my side, staring at the empty space beside me on the bed. Par

A New day with the alpha

~A NEW DAY WITH THE ALPHA~ His hand catches my wrist before I can step away. “Well then,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “I hope you don’t get to want me.” I try to move away from him, but Damon pulls me back instantly. My breath catches as my body collides with his. The heat of him presses against me, solid and unyielding. Then I feel it—his arousal, hard and unmistakable, brushing against the sensitive center of my body. A shiver runs through me. He is so close that every breath we take seems shared. His scent wraps around me—dark pine, smoke, and something deeply masculine that makes my head feel light. “You say that,” he murmurs, his deep voice rough against my ear, “but your body says something else.” My heart pounds violently. His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me even closer until there is barely any space between us. The pressure of his dick against me sends a pulse of heat through my stomach. He shifts slightly, his hips pressing forward. I swallow har

The beast

~THE BEAST~ Damon’s expression darkens instantly. “Troll? That shouldn’t be happening. My father killed the last troll, and their world was sealed.” There’s something sharp beneath his words. Not just confusion, but uncertainty. I feel it too. Before I can say anything, he’s already stepping out of the car. The door shuts behind him, and the air shifts. The growl comes again, louder this time. Heavier. It vibrates through my chest like something alive. I look toward the window, and then I see it. My breath catches. The creature towers over the road like something dragged out of a nightmare. Its body looks like twisted bark and stone fused together, thick limbs scraping the ground as if it weighs a thousand tons. Its skin is jagged, rough, like an ancient tree that learned how to move. Faint light glows deep within its hollow eyes. One of the cars ahead tries to reverse, tires screeching against the dirt, but it’s too late. The troll swings its massive arm, and it crashes. T

The beast 2

THE BEAST 2The troll shakes its head violently, letting out an enraged roar as it gathers dark energy again, thicker this time, denser, more dangerous.It hurls it straight at Damon, but he doesn’t move.Red energy bursts from him, sharp and blazing, colliding with the dark force midair. The impact sends a violent shockwave through the forest, leaves and dust spiraling outward.For a second, the two forces struggle.Then Damon’s power surges.It overpowers the darkness completely, slamming into the troll and forcing it to stumble back with a heavy, unsteady step.“Step aside, Clary,” Damon’s voice thunders, commanding and absolute.My body reacts before my mind does. I push myself up shakily, nearly tripping as pain shoots through my leg, but I force myself to move. I rush to the side, ducking behind a tree, my breath uneven as I watch.Damon charges.This time, there’s no hesitation.He moves like something unleashed, closing the distance in seconds. His claws slash through the trol

The moon villa

THE MOON VILLAI know we’re close to the city the moment the Moonwood road disappears behind us.The dense forest thins out, the shadows loosening their grip, and something about the air changes—lighter, less suffocating. My eyes shift to the road ahead, and that’s when I start noticing them.Stationed figures. Not obvious at first. Easy to miss if you’re not paying attention. But they’re there—positioned at intervals along the road, watching, alert. Some lean casually against vehicles, others stand farther back in the shadows.They don’t stop us. Don’t question us. They simply watch the convoy pass, their attention sharp, deliberate.My brows draw slightly as a thought slips in.If where we came from is that hidden… that supernatural… then why were humans allowed at the wedding?Why expose any part of this world at all?My gaze flicks briefly toward Damon again.He hasn’t moved. Hasn’t reacted. Still as unreadable as ever.This man is impossible to figure out.By the time we reach th

New hunt

~NEW HUNT~ CLARYAnd then I notice it. Off to the side, slightly separated from the main structure, is another house. Smaller, older. Almost tucked away on purpose.It looks nothing like the castle behind it. No glass, no clean modern lines. Just dark stone, aged wood, and an atmosphere that feels… wrong. Not haunted exactly, but heavy. Like the air around it doesn’t move properly.A chill runs through me before I even realize why, and then suddenly a figure steps out. I flinch, not because he was loud, because he wasn’t.But because I genuinely didn’t see him there a second ago. One moment the space is empty, and the next, he’s just… visible. Like he was always there and my eyes just failed to register him.He closes the door behind him, and that’s when I realize there was a door, I just didn’t notice it.My grip tightens slightly on my side instinctively.The man walks forward, then lowers his head in a deep bow toward Damon.“Welcome, Alpha and Luna,” he says clearly. “

Tempting

~TEMPTING~ DAMON’S POVI walk into the house, and one of the staff approaches immediately with a respectful bow."Alpha, dinner is ready."I nod once before loosening the knot of my tie. "Where's the Luna?"The maid lowers her gaze. "She was informed, Alpha, but she hasn't come down."I glance toward the dining room. I should eat, but instead, I find myself turning toward the staircase. A few minutes later, I'm walking down the corridor leading to the master suite.The thought still feels strange. For years, it was simply my space, no one entered without permission, and no one touched anything. Now, another person occupies the space.I push the door open. The scent of soap and fresh linen immediately reaches me.My eyes find her. Clary is sitting at the edge of the bed with one leg bent beneath her. A white towel is wrapped around her body, her damp hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Water still glistens against her skin from a recent shower.She looks up, an

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