All Chapters of Mated To Three Possessed By One : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rowan's POV AHHHHHHThe scream tore through the air, it was loud enough to wake up the dead.Noooo!!“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered as the sound echoed through the pack house. I hadn’t heard anything like it before — not from her. Not from Raven.I bolted out of my room, my heart pounding really hard, only to freeze when I reached the hallway.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.Raven — our mate, was clawing at Ansel with everything she had. She looked wild, feral, her nails tearing into his skin, blood dripping down his chest. Her face was twisted with rage, her eyes burning with hatred so intense it made my wolf moan in sadness.But she was losing.She was too weak to fight Ansel, her body still wrecked from whatever Moon Shade had done to her. Yet, she didn’t stop fighting.She dodged one of Ansel’s swipes and sank her teeth into his neck, tearing into his flesh like an animal. Blood spilt down his collarbone, and Ansel roared in a fury, grabbing her by the hair and yank

Raven’s POVThe palace was suffocating.Days passed in a blur, each one stretching longer than the last. I barely left my room, only slipping out when I was sure no one would see me.Not that it mattered.No one was looking for me.They hadn’t left.They were still here. Somewhere in this massive place, grieving their father, dealing with politics, handling whatever chaos came with the death of a king.I told myself that was why they hadn’t come.They were busy. Distracted.But deep down, I knew the truth.They’d forgotten me.Not once in the endless stretch of days did any of them come to check on me, not even to make sure I was alive.It shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.The bond throbbed like an infected wound, the connection still pulsing beneath my skin — a constant reminder that no matter how much they hated me, I was still theirs.“Ara,” I whispered, curling my knees to my chest as I sat on the cold floor. “Are you still there?”My wolf had been quiet for days, her presence fain

Asher’s POVI stood outside Raven’s door, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the hallway.Another crash. Then another.My wolf, Jax, whimpered inside me, pacing anxiously. Every sound of destruction was a knife to our chest — because we all knew why she was doing it.She hated us.And she had every reason to.I clenched my fists, leaning against the wall. Rowan sat on a nearby chair, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn’t said a word since we brought her back like he was carrying the weight of something none of us could understand.Ansel stood rigid near the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes darkened as he listened to her tear the room apart.“She’s being dramatic,” he muttered, voice dripping with bitterness.I snapped my head toward him, fury boiling beneath my skin.“She’s destroying a room, Ansel. Why can’t you just try to be civil with her?.”He glared at me, but I didn’t care.“She shouldn’t even be here if she doesn’t want to be,” he spat, voice low but ven

Rowan’s POVThe moonlight shone through the tall windows of my room. The world outside was quiet, but inside, my mind roared with noise.I sat at my desk, an untouched candle flickering beside me, the flame swaying like a heartbeat. The ink on my fingers had dried hours ago, but I kept writing, the pages before me a mess of tangled words — confessions I could never speak aloud.I had decided, there was no need to fight for the crown.The goddess had cursed me from the moment I drew breath. The second son. The shadow trailed behind his brothers. The reminder of what Father lost the night we were born.My hand shook as I wrote, the quill scraping harshly against the parchment.The curse is already eating me alive.I could feel it — like a slow rot beneath my skin. Ever since Father died, it had grown heavier, an invisible chain dragging me toward an inevitable end. My wolf, Rome, was quieter by the day. I couldn’t feel him like I used to. His voice, once a constant hum in the back of m

Raven’s POVDuck, punch, punch.I could feel sweat trickling down my back, my muscles screaming with each movement. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, but I kept going.Bend, kick.I grinned, feeling a small rush of pride. Maybe I wasn’t as bad at this as I thought.That was until I tripped on a stone, and I fell flat on my butt.A deep, attractive laugh echoed behind me.I turned around, rubbing my sore backside, as my heart stumbled.Rowan.He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, my mate is the epitome of beauty. But it wasn’t his posture or his otherworldly beauty that made my breath hitch— it was the rare, genuine smile on his face.My wolf stirred, humming with happiness at being close to her mate, even one as confusing as Rowan. He was ice and fire all at once — distant yet close; I can't forget the way he took care of me after Kelvin's brutality.And for just a second, I swore I saw longing in his eyes before it disappeared, buried beneath that wall he always kept up.“What