All Chapters of Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Collection: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cassandra’s POV The lantern flickered, casting long shadows across the watchtower's single room. Outside, I heard Dorian and Elias shifting restlessly, claws scraping stone, low rumbles of conversation I couldn't quite catch. The hour was almost gone. The laughter had grown closer, more distinct—a high, keening sound that seemed to vibrate in my bones, like the curse itself had taken voice. I dressed in what remained of my traveling clothes, binding the torn fabric with strips I tore from James's shirt. He loaded crossbows and checked the wards I had just carved into the walls a few minutes ago. The bond pulsed between us, a constant reminder that whatever came next, we would face it together. "Cassandra." James's voice was low, steady. He held out a dagger, hilt toward me—the one I'd given him the night we first sealed our bond. I took it, felt its weight, and nodded. A crash split the night. The door shuddered. Dorian roared—a sound I'd heard a thousand times, but never with suc

Luna Selah’s POVI didn't send for him that night.I told myself it was pride. That I needed time to think, to weigh the impossible choice before me. But the truth was simpler, more dangerous: I was afraid of what I wanted.His scent lingered in the hall like smoke, curling into my lungs every time I breathed. I lay in my chambers, Dominic's cold sheets tangled around my legs, and imagined those pale gold eyes burning through the darkness. Imagined his hands on my throat, his teeth at my shoulder, his voice growling promises I had no business wanting.Three days passed. I held council, dismissed suitors, made the elders squirm with every refusal. But every night I dreamed of the north—of frozen lakes and pine forests and a wolf with silver at his temples who looked at me like I was the only fire in the world.On the fourth night, I stopped pretending.I didn't send a messenger. I walked through the dark corridors myself

Selah’s POV The council table groaned under our weight, the wood cool against my bare back, the papers scattered beneath me like a bed of fallen leaves. Cain's mouth was on my throat, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, while his hips drove into me in a rhythm that made the old oak shudder. "Say it again," he growled against my skin. "I'm yours." The words came broken, gasping. "I'm yours, I'm yours—" He bit down, not on my shoulder but on my collarbone, a possessive mark that would bloom purple by evening. Pain and pleasure tangled in my chest, and I arched into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, claws threatening to slip free. "That's right." He drove deeper, harder, his hand fisting in my hair. "This is what power looks like, Selah. Not a throne. Not a title. This—you beneath me, willing, hungry, taking everything I give." I couldn't argue. Not when his cock was buried so deep I f

Selah’s POVThe third night came with a storm.Thunder rolled across the mountains, shaking the walls of the pack house. Rain lashed against the boarded-up windows, drowning the world in black water. The air smelled of ozone and wet earth and the lingering copper of Aldric's blood.I stood at the window of the guest quarters Cain had claimed—larger than my ruined chambers, with a bed that could hold four wolves and a fireplace that roared against the cold. He'd taken my hand after Aldric's execution, led me through the pack grounds past wolves who bowed their heads, and brought me here without a word."I need to check the borders," I said, my back to him. "Aldric's faction won't scatter just because he's dead. They'll regroup.""Let them."I turned. Cain was unbuckling his leathers, slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on me. The firelight carved shadows across his chest, mapping the scars I'd traced in the dark. Hi

Cain’s POVThe pack house smelled like pine smoke, old blood, and her.That last scent was what kept me hard even after she'd drained me twice against the bark of that oak. Luna. Selah. The name burned through my veins like rotgut whiskey, and every time I looked at her, I wanted more.I followed her through the heavy oak doors, letting them slam shut behind us, cutting off the howls of her pack. Inside, the fire pit in the center of the great hall still crackled, casting long shadows across the wooden beams. The chairs from the council meeting sat abandoned, one of them still stained with Aldric's blood.She walked ahead of me, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who'd just crushed a rebellion and swallowed my cum in the same hour. Her hair was tangled, her shirt torn where I'd ripped it, a bruise blooming on her shoulder from where she'd slammed me into the tree.I wanted to put another bruise there. Right next to