All Chapters of Ravished By The Alphas (Reverse-Harem Paranormal Romance): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LUCAS“Oh, my prince, you must be joking.”Elder Josten laughed, his goblet of wine spattering in his hand. “I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about. Westshield. A raid. The king accompanied by werewolves. None of it makes sense. The king has never liked werewolves, and as for humans—well those were only good for their blood supply and a little entertainment.”I did not miss the small girl Josten clutched to his side—or how the slave shivered with a sickly look on her face as he said it.Josten leaned into her ear and spoke as if to soothe her, but it was clear that it did little more than drain more blood from her pallid face.Then he turned back to me. “Now, is there anything else I can help with?”There seemed to be an alternative meaning behind the offer. I gave the elder a slight tilt of my head in question.“If you are interested in something else,” he went on, “I might be very willing to help. For example, I think you could provide wonderful support to the council. Your ta

VALERIEI turned the corner and looked around, feeling an eerie sense of calm sweeping through the palace. The inhabitants must’ve been otherwise occupied, as each corridor was empty—but for the shouts of distant laughter eons away.“Do you sense any vampires?” I whispered to Diya.No, she responded.I paced along the flagstones, finding my way to a hall with a grant staircase at the end. I clutched my robe tighter, the chilly nip of the stone walls biting through my scant clothing.Must we really dress as one of them? Diya asked. We look ridiculous. I had to admit, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the display, either. I was donned in lingerie and the thin veil of a short, silk robe. It was typical attire for a pet, and I did not ask myself how Lucas had come to acquire it—let alone why he kept it stored in his room.“Aren’t you a wolf?” I asked her. “You do not wear clothing at all.”No, said Diya. I quite enjoy the naked form. But not in the presence of cretins like these. Human

VALERIE Lucas rushed forward like a cold gust of wind. His presence was thick and dangerous like smoke, and I found myself frightened by the unusual glaze of fire in his eyes. I stepped back to escape him, but once step wasn’t enough—Lucas pressed me back until I felt the wall come up behind me.My breath caught in my throat, like I’d swallowed a bite too large and dry to go down.He flattened his hands to the wall at either side of me, caging me in like a trapped mouse. His closeness made me dizzy—the scent of him like sweet wine and copper.“Where have you been?” he demanded. “Do you have any idea how many men I have looking for you right this very moment? I asked you to keep your presence hidden, and instead, you’ve forced me to reveal it to the entire palace. Why couldn’t you have just listened to me? Do you have any idea how many vampires are lurking out in those halls? Do you have any mind as to how easily they could drain a pet of blood? Have you any idea how many of them woul

XAVIER“Was that her again?”Ares was stirring as I wrapped a bandage tight around my arm. The wound wasn’t too deep—it would heal in a matter of days. But Valerie’s constant attempts at communication were quickly becoming a distraction.They felt forceful, like blasts of wind at the back of my skull. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised by just how strong her capabilities were. But now wasn’t the time.And there was no reason to answer.No reason to scare her.Yes, Ares said. It was her. You’re making a mistake. We must speak with our mates.“No. One inkling that anything’s gone wrong and Valerie will find her way down here.” As much as the thought warmed me, it blistered as well. “I can’t allow her to get hurt. Keep quiet for now. There’s no reason to stir things.”Ares did not reply. I could feel him withdraw. It was rare when Ares slunk away and left me to my own thoughts, but he’d made it entirely clear that he was unhappy with my orders to deny the link. He missed his mate—and so

LUCAS“Isn’t it fascinating, brother? What a lovely scene!” Nicasa turned to me, her arms outstretched wide.When I didn’t respond, she came to sit at my side. She wreaked of blood and plum wine, but it was to be expected. The palace was nearly up to its knees in both.For a people so plagued with famine, there certainly seemed to be an excess of humans ripe for feeding within the palace lines.So many, in fact, the nobles were beginning to toy with them like puppets.Nicasa’s performance was a grand example. A play she had put on, featuring a group of pets reading theater lines, almost in the way the humans did before the war. But of course, things were never that simple in Chelver. Vampires were never that easily amused.The slaves were either following script, or they’d been drugged by Nicasa before the play began—because they fell into lewd acts of sexual depravity right before my very boredom.Nicasa seemed nothing short of gleeful, clapping her hands giddily at the sight. I didn