All Chapters of Claimed by the Alphas: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Felix povIn the small window of time I take to lean down, grab the knife, tighten my grip around it and straighten up, Lenox is gone. First, I walk forward and check behind the nearest trees. This most likely is one of his sick, twisted games the guy likes to play. Well, except that every game he plays has rules only he knows, so I can’t call them conventional. I’m pretty sure Lenox Vincent doesn’t know how to play hide and seek, but he definitely knows how to play hide and slit throats. After I check behind every tree near me, I realize that the bastard is gone. Just like that.. he’s fucking gone. “You piece of..” I don’t finish the sentence, mainly because I have this unexplainable fear of him overhearing the things I might call him. When I agreed to the damn plan, I never agreed to get accidentally kidnapped by a psychopath and then left in the woods alone. “For fuck’s sake, I can’t boil a soup, let alone navigate my way through the forest alone!” I hiss under my breath an

Sarah pov“David?” I mutter the guard’s name when I finally calm down. He’s still grinning as he looks at me, clearly very content with the reaction I have to the stories he just shared. I take a moment to look at him more closely, then chuckle and shake my head. “I’m just wondering, you know..” I trail off and look at the wall of the cell, unsure how to voice my thoughts. “Yeah? Wondering what exactly?” David asks, dropping the cheerful facade, sounding completely serious. “I feel a little bit different but I don’t know.. How am I supposed to know when it’ll be safe for me to leave the cell and return to my family? I don’t want to stay here forever and even more, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life living in fear.” I finally admit, eyes still focused on the wall. David hums but doesn’t offer an answer right away. It seems that the moments of silence are something everyone should get used to around here, especially during messed up situations like ours. “Honestly? I don’t

Alister povDad’s words provide me some sense of relief, but they don’t put my mind at ease at all. On one hand, I get that he’s not trying to make me feel better just for the sake of it and he truly means every word he says. On the other, I still have lingering doubts about my future with the people I’ve been calling my family for years now. Not to mention that dad is one thing, but uncle Luka and Lenox, mom, the same as grandma, all grandfathers and everyone else are completely different. While deep down, I know dad loves me more than anything and he has proved that time and time again, there’s no saying how things might change if someone puts extra pressure on him. After all, my own mother never truly wanted me so why would people who are relatively strangers to me?“Alister?” Dad whispers to catch my attention but all I can do is focus on wiping the tears off my cheeks. I don’t want to look like a crybaby because I’m not one. I promise I’m not. I swallow loudly and look up, “

Sarah povLuka’s still clutching his groin like I tried to rip his balls off, not kneed him in the nuts and David stands further aside, looking just as amused as horrified. It’s a lovely contrast between the looks on their faces, really. “So?” I say and cross my arms in front of my chest. “Are you going to start talking or you need more time to pretend I just took something precious from you?” I ask Luka with an arched eyebrow. I swear, sometimes men overreact so bad.. I can almost hear some internet trolls in the back of my head, yapping about how getting kicked in the balls is far worse than giving birth. News flash - no, it isn’t. Even my loving, absolutely amazing brute of husbands, all three of them, couldn’t take a minute of labor so this is just me, making a point. Anyway, I’m losing the trail of my thoughts.. Where was I? Ah, yes, the talk Luka came down here to have with me before I got too distracted. “Woman,” Luka hisses, still clutching himself. “How am I to ever try t

Felix povFenton, as the bitch he obviously is, catches the knife with ease, but if nothing else, at least the look on his face isn’t half as smug anymore. In fact, he looks absolutely shocked and maybe even a tad bit horrified.“Dead? Did you just tell me that the one and only Lenox Vincent is dead?” He chokes out, eyes bulging, making him look like a fucking bug, not the man I used to fear almost much as I do Lenox. “Are you deaf?” I snarl at him, barely holding back a range of emotions I shouldn’t have. “Or are you just pretending to avoid any sort of responsibility now?” I add just for the sake of it. “Responsobility?” Fenton chokes out, clearly caught off guard. “What kind of fucking responsibility are you talking about now, fool? I needed him, yes, but I never wanted the mad fucker dead!” He shouts, dropping the knife and balling his fists at his sides. I have no idea where I find the courage, but I do, so I stomp closer to him and stand face to face with someone who could be