บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

BlakeI’m still trying to wrap my head around what happened. She’s surrendered before, sure, but it was always on her terms, with that defiant spark still alive in her eyes. But today was different, like she’d finally let herself fall all the way. And now, I’m feeling something I can’t quite shake, something somewhere between awe and… an ache to hold her close.As much as I wanted to take care of everything with her aftercare, to be the one she leaned on, it’s not just about me anymore; there are three of us now. And that complicates things, especially the aftercare. We all felt it, that strange hesitation, the unspoken question hanging in the air about how we’d handle this together. So, I took the practical route—I offered to get her clothes, a small task, but one that gave us some direction. Once she’s done showering, I’ll make sure she’s dressed comfortably and cared for properly, with no detai

BlakeI see the rawness in Alissia the moment Demitri speaks. Her face betrays her—she knows the truth, knows that bullet was meant for her, but I can tell she’s fighting hard not to accept it, not to face it head-on. She shifts, as if trying to escape, and Lucas tightens his grip, not letting her go.“Alissia, you need to talk to us about this,” Lucas says, his tone a mix of concern and insistence. But her eyes, wide and wild, are filled with fear—a fear so deep it practically reaches out, and in that moment, I realize she’s not ready for this.“Lucas, let her go!” I interject, sharp but careful, locking eyes with him. “You’re scaring her. Let her go,” I repeat, quieter, urging him to understand. Lucas’s hand loosens immediately, and she darts over to me, practically throwing herself onto my lap. She buries her face into my shoulder, her body shaking, her breaths coming in choked sobs as she finally lets the tears fall.Lucas watches, looking stunned and

Alissia POVDemitri’s face softens, his dark eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and understanding. “Now, we need to discuss last night—what happened while we were out and what it truly means,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I sense the urgency beneath it.I nod, taking a breath, and look at each of them before speaking. “I already know,” I begin, my voice barely a whisper but filled with conviction. They glance at one another, surprised, so I continue. “That shot? It wasn’t meant for you, Demitri. I saw it all in the way you reacted, the way you moved without a second thought to protect me. There was panic in your eyes, like you knew I was the target all along. And it hit me hard—that you all would do anything to protect me.” My voice wavers, but I push through, feeling the weight of every word. “I realized last night, during everything, that each of you would willingly put yourselves on

Alissia POVHours pass and it feels amazing.Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupts my tipsy trance, and I turn, trying to focus on the figure in the doorway. “You’re drunk,” Demitri says, raising an eyebrow and looking as amused as he does exasperated.“I’m just… happily relaxed!” I announce with a tipsy grin, waving him off as I raise my glass for another sip. Before I know it, he’s across the room, gently prying the glass from my hand and switching off the music with a smirk.“Hey!” I protest, pouting. “We were dancing.”“Really?” He crosses his arms, nodding towards the other side of the room. “Because your friend’s been asleep over there for, oh, about twenty minutes now.”I blink, squinting across the room to see Jenni slumped back in a chair, softly snoring. When did that happen? I start laughing uncontrollably, reaching for my glass,

Demitri POVBlake and Lucas walk her through the details, explaining how they’re going to take care of Kozlov and exactly what steps they’ll take to ensure her safety. Her attention, though, is clearly split; I catch her gaze flicking over to the door now and then. She’s here with us, but her thoughts are clearly somewhere else. I keep my arm firm around her, hoping it’ll help ease her mind.Then, right on cue, my phone buzzes, and I see Axel’s name. I step out of earshot, answering the call as soon as I’m clear.“Well?” I ask, my voice low but sharp. I know the answer before he even says it. If Axel dug too deeply into Jenni’s life, she’d run right back to Jake. She’s bound to cling to anything familiar when her trust is broken like that.“I need his address,” Axel says, tension thick in his voice.I laugh, bitterly. “Oh, so now you’re asking permission to di