All Chapters of Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Georgia’s POVDays of hunting for a nanny and personal assistant were finally over. It had taken longer than expected, but I was relieved to have finally found the right people for the job. Now, standing before them, I studied the two young women who had made it through the rigorous selection process.Clearing my throat, I shifted my attention to the woman I had chosen as Alpha Kael’s personal assistant. She was tall and well-dressed, her straight brown hair neatly tucked behind her ears, giving her a polished and professional appearance. “Your job as Alpha Kael’s PA requires complete dedication,” I stated firmly. “You are expected to manage his schedule, handle official correspondence, and assist in matters that require organization. However, I need to be clear on one thing.” I fixed her with a steady gaze. “You are here for work, not to get distracted by Kael’s personal life. Keep your focus, and you will do well.”She nodded quickly, her fingers clasping the folder she held. “Unde

Kael’s POVLater that night, I made my way to my hospital results once again, glancing at the clinical words printed in black ink. My wealth, my power, none of it could save me.The thought of not having a cure for my sickness shattered me. The almighty Lycan King, feared and revered across the lands, had been reduced to nothing but a man with a countdown looming over his head.For years, I had ruled with an iron grip, conquering territories, ensuring my dominance remained unquestioned. I had never known true defeat until now. This illness had stripped away the illusion of invincibility I had carefully built around myself.Perhaps I did not have much time left.Then what was I holding onto?I leaned back in my leather chair, letting out a breath that felt heavier than usual. Death did not scare me. I had seen it enough times, dealt it with my own hands, watched it steal those who were too weak to fight back. But this… this slow, inevitable decline… it felt worse than any battlefield.

Georgia’s POV“Shift back,” I said, tilting my head just slightly, enough to create distance.He didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent something sharp crawling down my spine.“Stop staring,” I added, my voice flat, blunt. It wasn’t a request.His gaze moved, and I realized exactly what he had been staring at. It was my lips. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, amused, as if my reaction was something he found entertaining.“Are you going to act like this the whole time?” His husky voice was smooth, but there was something something taunting. “Because I didn’t pay for this kind of attitude.”His words made my stomach churn. So, that’s what he thought? That everything was about money? That because he had paid me, he could dictate what I did, how I behaved, how I breathed?I clenched my jaw, swallowing my rage in my throat. I hated that he thought like that. I hated even more that he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had taken the job. And I

Kael’s POVI didn’t know how to describe it. Maybe it was lust, or maybe it was because I felt the presence of my wife in her. I shut my eyes, feeling the moment as my mouth called out her name in a slow desperate groan.“Georgia… Georgia…”Each movement only seemed to deepen the connection between us like a language spoken without words. Her fingers clenched the bed sheets beneath her as breathless moans spilled from her lips. I pulled her up, guiding her body into a new position, a doggy style, my hands was firm and reverent as I held her close. Her breath hitched as I slid inside again, slow at first, savoring the way her body responded to mine. One hand traced the curve of her waist, moving upwards until my palm covered her breast, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest. My other hand traveled lower, squeezing her ass. In a swift motion, I tore her undies completely and threw it to the flow and then slid in again in a swift motion as a hot scream pleasurable moan left her l

Lucy’s POVI woke up the next day with a heaviness in my chest, as if the night’s misgivings had seeped into my bones. I set out, determined to meet the man to whom I owed some money for a job well done. The agreed meeting spot was a lonely, desolate corner, a forgotten building. He had threatened me the last time and I didn’t want him to cause me any trouble.I reached the spot where he waited, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness was as unmistakable as the dark lines carved into his weathered face. He leaned casually against a graffitied wall, his eyes cold and calculating as they met mine. With trembling fingers, I retrieved the envelope from my bag. I set the envelope down on the grimy concrete between us. His gaze moved over it, and then he spoke in a low, menacing tone: “You’re lucky to have paid.” His voice was devoid of any warmth, and as he continued, “If not, I’d have made sure everyone knew your little secret,” each word struck me like a blow. His threat was clear, and