Ravished By The Alphas (Reverse-Harem Paranormal Romance) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

BRIGIDI flew around Nicasa’s chambers, rummaging through every crate and drawer to find something that might be of use to me. Everything I found was mundane to say the least. Gilded mirrors and boar bristle brushes, makeup and jewelry and fine linen.It wouldn’t have been that easy, but I had to try.Among her many possessions, I stumbled upon tools and toys used to discipline her pets. They were overkill, even for a vampire.Disgusting sadist. I was shuffling through her wardrobe when sharp heels came toward her chambers. Quickly, I slipped inside the sitting room, hiding within in the shadows of a tall reading chair.There were giggles. Laughter and the sound of warm delight between two people. Then, the wet sounds of mouths meeting.Was she with the pet?I was just peaking around the wall when Nicasa’s sharp voice cut through the silence, “Leave.”I could see little from where I hid, but I caught the tail end of her slave as he hurried out of the room.As the door closed, Nicasa

BRIGIDNicasa froze.I turned to the sight of Kronos, half-veiled by the shadows. He didn’t stand alone; several Elders stood at his side, along with Emilia. The queen looked frozen in place, her face turned to icy stone. I’d never seen her like that. For as long as I knew Emilia, she had always acted with so much…poise.A moment later, a squad of guards poured in behind them, shields in hands. Their gear was silver-plated, reinforced for royal defense. They formed a like across the corridor, like a wall snapping into place.Then Kronos stepped forward.For a beat, I didn’t see the man who had grown so distant and dull, slowed by poison disguised as an aging mind. I saw the Kronos I once knew—a stalwart leader, full of resolve and crafted from steel. A man whose mind was always three steps ahead of everyone else.He spoke with a familiar, calm clarity that made something twist deep inside of me.“Put it down, Nicasa. It’s over.”I stared at Kronos in shock. The haze, the weariness, th

VALERIEI dreamed of hands around my body.Several hands. Too many to belong to a single person.Their palms were hot, fingers squeezing skin with a bruising vise.When I looked up, Sebastian was above me, hovering between my thighs. His fingers were dipping into my heat—curling and stroking me into a pleasant high.I whimpered, stifling the sound out of shame. “W-why are you doing that?”Sebastian glanced at me, but didn’t answer.Instead, it was Lucas’s voice I felt, hot and smooth against my ear. I realized it was his hands holding me in place, gripping me beneath the knees to keep my thighs opened wide.“Why, you ordered him to,” Lucas said. “Don’t you remember?”Heat climbed to my face and I shuddered pleasantly at Sebastian’s fingers. “I-it’s the heat,” I tried to explain. “I had to, I couldn’t do it alone.”“Liar,” Lucas purred in my ear. “You want him, don’t you?”“N-no,” I sputtered, but Sebastian swept his thumb against just the right place. I moaned out, feeling Lucas’s han

VALERIE“It could be true,” Amara said in a sing-songy tone, “it could be false. Once a wizard casts a curse like that, even he can’t fully control it. It takes on a life of its own, you see.”I frowned. “That sounds like a fancy way of saying it’s all nonsense.”Amara tilted her head. She was smiling, but her expression was diluted with something unreadable. “Is it? Then how do you explain the part that’s already come true? Sebastian is yours. You’ve capture others, too. That doesn’t sound like simple fate.”My jaw tightened. A flush crept to my cheeks. “He’s not mine.”The old woman smiled thinly. His eyes fell to the mark on my neck. “Tell that to the one whose mark you carry on your flesh. The curse predicted the downfall of supernatural creatures, if you recall. Their return to submission under humans. Do you, or do you not have all the species kneeling at the hem of your dress?”Heat curled in my stomach as I recalled the dream. The touch, of several hands on me at once. The pul

BRIGID“You must be insane,” Lucas said. He looked almost shaken by Kronos’s offer. “The last thing I want is your throne as a consolation prize.”He crossed his arms and looked away, an uneasy expression on his face. “If you don’t want to rule, you could simply step down. I’m certain the Elders would compete for your crown. Let the vultures fight for your place, it has nothing to do with me.”“They would,” said Kronos, “and such competition would most certainly elicit chaos among the capitol. During a time when we are already so stricken with hunger, the last thing I want is more discourse in the palace.”Kronos’s expression softened, his thoughts rising to his face. “Besides, this is my decision and the choice is clear. You are the last remaining true heir—and to add, your abilities are powerful and your relations with the werewolves and dragons seem…sufficient. I don’t quite understand how, but you’ve managed to charm your way into the political stronghold of nearly every faction o