All Chapters of Mated To Three Possessed By One : Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

Raven POV “What did you say, Raven?” she asked again, her voice low and skeptical.“I said I’ll join you, Morgan,” I repeated, steadying my voice. “But only on one condition.”She sighed as though she was enduring a headache. “And what is it now?”“You’ll release Mathias.”Her brows lifted. “Who?”Of course, she doesn’t even remember. The disgust rose sharp and hot in my chest, but I swallowed it. I was in enemy territory now. I had to play this smart.“Mathias is one of the prisoners. He was in the same cell I was thrown into.”“Oh,” she said with a chuckle. “That’s all?” Fine. I’ll have him released today.”“And—”She cut me a glare, her patience thinning. “And what?”“You’ll give me the dagger. I need it.”Morgan narrowed her eyes. “I’ll think about it. "Don’t push your luck, little bird.”She turned away, already done with the conversation. “When Kelvin returns, your real training begins. I’ll need you ready.”"But aren’t you scared, Morgan?” I asked, my gaze steady.“What?” she

Raven's POV I was still in a state of shock when Kelvin strolled into the room, completely unfazed by the bodies at his feet. He walked over them like they were nothing like he’d seen this kind of carnage a thousand times before, and he probably had.He wore that infuriating smirk again, the one I was beginning to realize was just part of his face. Part of his behavior.“Your Highness,” he greeted Morgan with a bow. Then his gaze slid towards me. “Oh, the little queen is here. Lovely to see you, Raven.”I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. The urge to punch that smug face of his clawed at me, but I held it down. Barely.God, if I ever got the chance, I’d kill them both. Rip them apart and bathe in their blood if that’s what it took.I felt my wolf stir inside me, a low growl vibrating through my chest.She didn’t like being separated from our mates, caged like that. And these two were responsible. Again.Twice now, they’d taken me from the ones I belonged t

Ansel’s POVI stood on the balcony outside my room, the cold wind brushing against my face like a reminder that everything was changing. Too fast. Too much.“What are you thinking about, little brother?” Rowan’s voice broke through the quiet as he stepped beside me.“The long journey to the Hollow Valley?” he added.I hesitated, biting my lip. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to say it out loud… but I needed to. If anyone could understand, it was him.“Rowan, can I ask you something? Honestly?”He nodded. “Yeah.”I exhaled slowly. “Do you think we’ll make it out of this alive? All of us?”His silence gave me space, so I kept going.“What happens now that Raven is the child of prophecy? She’s…the goddess Selene reborn. If people find out, it could change everything—start things we’re not ready for.”I paused. “And… what does that mean for our son?”Rowan turned to me, eyes thoughtful. “Whoa. That’s a lot of questions.”I gave a half-hearted laugh. “Sorry.”He clapped a hand on my shoulder. “D

Raven POV How could life still exist here, so untouched, so vibrant, under the looming shadow of a queen like Morgan?My legs trembled as I dismounted, the village air started to get thick with tension and heat. People began to notice our presence, guards in dark armor, a queen in blood-hued leathers, and me, silent and unfamiliar. The streets quieted and then cleared as if the air itself warned them to run.A man stepped forward from the gathering crowd, his steps looked hesitant. He looked like he might be the village leader, so much older, sun-weathered, and proud despite the fear he couldn’t mask. He bowed low before Morgan, his voice shaking.“Your Highness,” he said. “We didn’t expect… We weren’t prepared for—”She raised a hand. “I didn’t come for your hospitality.”His lips parted, but nothing came out.“I came for the last Black Wolf,” she said.A hush fell so heavy it could have crushed bone.The man stiffened, his face blanching. “I… I don’t know what you mean…”Morga

Raven POV I’d never seen flowers like these before.They looked like they belonged in dreams or in the pages of one of Gwen’s old fae stories—petals like spilled wine, silver-dusted edges, some glowing faintly in the shadows as if they held moonlight in their veins. If I weren’t walking beside a monster, I might’ve stopped to run my fingers over the soft blooms, to let my boots slip off and sink into the moss, to believe for one wild moment that the world hadn’t gone entirely to ruin.Maybe, if this place survives Morgan’s wrath, I’ll come back one day—with Rowan, with my mates—and I’ll pick every flower that dares to bloom here.But not now.I shook the thought from my head and kept walking, the cave yawning before us like a mouth that hadn’t decided if it wanted to swallow or speak.We hadn’t gone far before I heard a voice, not spoken with words but slipped like smoke into my thoughts.The Walking Dead Queen.It echoed, reverent and amused all at once. I froze.The goddess in fl