Todos os capítulos de Mated To Three Possessed By One : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Loira POVI released a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I saw Raven today.Guilt clung to me like a second skin, heavy and cold. I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault. We almost lost her. I should have seen it coming, should have done more, been more careful.Still… the way she returned, still fierce, standing tall even after everything…reminded me just how strong she truly is. Though I don’t know if I can say the same for her heart or her mind.She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. And I wonder what kind of scars lie beneath that calm.I stood outside, leaning on the old stone railing, watching the stars blink slowly into the night sky when a voice broke my thoughts.“What are you doing on your own out here?”I turned.I turned and saw Kael standing just a few steps away, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, eyes flickering with concern beneath the fading twilight.“Kael?” I said, a little surprised. “What are you doing out here?”He gave a small shru

Raven POV By the time I woke up, Rowan was already gone. I don’t know why that hurt me so much—maybe because I wasn’t ready to let go, even for a moment. The daylight spilling through the window told me the morning was well underway, so I forced myself out of bed.I slipped quietly down the hall to my room and drew a long, hot bath, hoping the water would soothe my restless thoughts. Today, I planned to go into town to see the people, to stand before them, and to be their symbol of hope. I wasn’t sure what words to say, or how to lift their spirits, but if just my presence could help, then I was more than willing to show up.After a short while, Maria, my maid, came in to help me get ready. I was grateful—her gentle hands and calming presence were exactly what I needed. She styled my hair beautifully, weaving delicate braids and soft curls that framed my face perfectly. Paired with the flowing dress, she helped me into, I looked almost ethereal, as if I belonged to another worl

Asher’s POVSince bringing Raven back from the Hollow Valley, I’ve been forced to confront a part of myself I’ve long tried to ignore.For a while, it was simple…I wanted her, yes, but mostly because of what she represented. The throne. The Power. A future carved in my image. I’d told myself I’d be a better king than Ansel, more capable, more balanced. And maybe that’s still true. But lately… It feels wrong to look at Raven and see only a path to power.She’s more than that. God, she’s so much more than that.She stood before Morgan and survived. She carries the next heir and still walks like a storm wrapped in silk. To reduce her to a crown or a womb is not just foolish; it’s a disservice to everything she is.But knowing that doesn’t change the storm brewing in my chest.Because Ansel isn’t fit to lead. He’s reckless, emotional, and too hungry for control. And Rowan—Rowan is dying right before our eyes. None of us say it, but we all feel it. The way his strength fades, the qui

Rowan povI don’t remember the last time I felt this weak.Every breath I take feels like a war waged inside my chest, and the damn healers keep muttering under their breath like I’m already halfway in the grave. I can feel the slow decline occurring. My body is betraying me, bit by bit.But I’m not ready to die.Not when Raven needs me. Not when the kingdom is still hanging by a thread. Not when Ansel is circling the throne like a vulture, and the council is sniffing for blood.If I saved Raven from Morgan, I would be content to die in her arms.But now I’m desperate.I’m desperate to love her.I’m desperate to live.Three days have passed since the council meeting. The next one… Raven will be summoned with us to make a choice.It isn’t fair to place the crown's weight on her shoulders when she already carries so much. But then again, the kingdom was never prepared for triplets with the same mate.At first, I was worried about who would care for Raven if I died. The thought haunte

Raven POV I kept unleashing hell on every creature that crossed my path, burning them to cinders without a second thought. My flames danced like living serpents, devouring shadow and flesh alike.This wasn’t just rage. It was vengeance.My wolf had risen. And trust me, she was wild and furious. She howled inside me, her fury echoing through my bones, demanding retribution. For Rowan, my friends and family.For the betrayal. For everything they tried to take from us.I couldn’t stop, even when I felt the blood dripping from my nose, even when my ears rang with pressure and pain. The fire in me kept burning…it consumed everything in its path.“Raven, please!!”Loira’s voice pierced through the haze of fury, through the red that clouded my vision. My heartbeat pounded in my skull, my breaths shallow and ragged.Blinking, I finally took to the battlefield.Half of the palace was gone. The courtyard was nothing but scorched earth and ash. Bodies of my enemies lay unmoving beneath the