Semua Bab Mated To Three Possessed By One : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Raven POV I stepped into the war room, my stomach still twisting from the encounter with Ansel. The atmosphere was already tense—Rowan and Asher sat quietly at the far end of the long table, both their expressions unreadable.I took a seat beside Rowan, offering a soft glance his way, but he didn’t return it. He hadn’t looked me in the eyes since the mating ritual.Moments later, the doors opened again and Ansel walked in with Gwen by his side, both followed by two guards escorting someone between them.My heart nearly stopped.It was the priestess.The one who first told me of the prophecy. The one whose voice still haunted my dreams with those cryptic words. She limped forward awkwardly as if one of her legs was barely holding weight. Her robes were tattered and stained with dried blood and soot. Her face was pale, but her eyes locked on mine with startling urgency.I stood immediately, nearly knocking over the chair behind me. “Priestess—”I rushed forward, catching her as she s

Rowan POVWe rode toward Refune, the wind biting at our faces, the forest growing darker with every mile we left behind the palace walls. The trees here stood taller, denser, the silence between their trunks thicker—like the land itself was holding its breath.The further we got from the safety of home, the more my chest ached.Not from physical pain—but from something deeper. A sense of dread curled tight around my heart.I glanced to my side and saw Gwen still leaping gracefully between tree roots and low branches like a creature born of wind and shadow. Behind her, our soldiers followed. And Ansel… he moved with that same storm in his eyes, always watching, always calculating.But none of them knew the ache crawling through my bones.This—this mission, this trap we were riding into—it was necessary. If we could lure the Queen out, if we could defeat her once and for all… maybe the bloodshed would stop. Maybe Raven will finally be free.She was the reason I was even still alive. T

Rowan POV The battle raged on with death on both sides, but something felt wrong. I couldn’t see Morgan anywhere. She kept sending mindless creatures at us, but there was no sign of her.Was it a distraction? Was there something else at play?“Behind you!” I heard one of my comrades scream. I spun around just in time to block a strike that would’ve taken my head off. Beside me, one of my comrades fell, lifeless.I turned and squinted into the far corner. From the shadows, Kelvin emerged, with a smirk on his face.Damn, bastard.I charged towards him with everything I had, shifting midair. My claws slashed through the air, aimed directly at him.We collided in a brutal clash, a flurry of strikes. I clawed; he ducked and retaliated with punches, sending invisible strikes that rattled my bones. We were locked in an all-out battle—neither of us giving an inch.“Where is your queen?” I demanded, trying to catch my breath between strikes.Kelvin’s smirk deepened. “Oh, she’s exactly where

Raven POV Morgan didn’t look back at me. “What do I want? Oh, Raven, that’s the wrong question. What do you want?”The silence stretched out between us, the air thick with tension. My mind raced, trying to make sense of everything I was seeing.Morgan’s cruelty was evident in the creatures that slithered and prowled around us, their eyes cold and lifeless, their movements like puppets on strings. My anger surged, burning through my veins.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice tight with fury. “Why are you enslaving innocent creatures, using them like this?”Morgan’s smile stretched into something far colder, more calculating. She tilted her head slightly, finally turning to look at me, studying me as though I were an insect in need of examination. “Innocent?” she repeated, almost amused. “You call them innocent? These creatures are nothing but tools—tools that help me achieve what is rightfully mine. They’re weak, living in fear. And I’m giving them purpose.”I shook my hea

Raven POV Unluckily for me, I was thrown into a cell by Queen Morgan’s hounds.The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me with a sound that echoed like a death knell. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the rough stone wall.I turned around slowly, trying to assess the cell.I’ve been locked up more times than I can count.This wasn’t new.I wouldn’t panic. Panic was the enemy now.First thing first, I needed a way out.But gods, it was dark.The air was thick with rot and something far worse—a sour, metallic scent that made my stomach turn. The walls oozed dampness, and the floor was uneven under my boots. The whole place felt like it had been forgotten by the world.Squinting my eyes, I edged deeper into the cell, ignoring the way the shadows seemed to reach for me.And then I heard a faint cough.It was soft and strained. From somewhere in the darkness.I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs.“Is anybody there?”My voice barely rose above a whisper, but in the stillness,