All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Demitri POVArkadi leans back, stretching his arms along the back of the booth, like he’s just lounging around, but his gaze is deadly serious. “A seat at the table is exactly what I want, Demitri. And before you dismiss it, think carefully.” His voice drops, the playfulness gone. “Because if you want Alissia safe, if you want a lasting peace, then this is the price. I bring something to your organization that you haven’t had before—a way into places you can’t reach. And I bring with me influence that will strengthen your empire.”“You think I’d jeopardize my world, my family, by letting someone like you in?” I say, voice steely. “Someone who could destroy it from within the second it suits him?”He shrugs, unbothered. “Demitri, there’s risk in every alliance. But I think we both know that rejecting this offer carries greater risk. Alissia… Jenni… you know what can happen. These girls of yours—they don’t belong in this life, but here they are. You keep them safe by making the smart ch

Alissia POVIt’s been a full month since I got back home, and I can finally move around with almost no pain. My days have been split between diving into my writing and hanging out with Jenni. Oddly enough, Demitri suggested that Jenni could stay here for a while, apparently to make sure Jake—or any other lingering threat—wasn’t coming back. Not that she’s really “moved in” here. Most nights, she ends up at Axel’s place down the hall.I’m convinced that her spending most of her time with Axel has more to do with some kind of unspoken deal between Demitri, Blake, and Lucas. In those first few days, I did nothing but sit with Jenni, ignoring my writing and barely interacting with the guys. Whether or not it’s true, I can’t shake the suspicion that they gave her a bit of a time limit on visiting me. True or not, it worked. I threw myself into my writing, cranking out chapters faster than I ever have in my life. I’m almost scared to go back and read through it all—who knows what kind of em

Blake POVMy stomach drops as the screen lights up. There, tied to an airplane seat with her wrists bound and a gag across her mouth, is Alissia. Her wide, terrified eyes meet the camera, and it feels like a punch to the gut. I stare at the image, frozen, my blood running cold.“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Arkadi sneers, his smirk widening. “All tied up, waiting for you to save her. But here’s the thing—you don’t get to see her again unless you do exactly as I say. Transfer everything. Demitri’s accounts. Yours. Lucas’s. Every last bit of it. And only then, Blake, will I consider giving her back to you.”I shake my head, swallowing hard, trying to keep the panic at bay. No. This can’t be happening. I grab my phone, fingers shaking, and dial Axel’s number, praying he’ll pick up. But it rings and rings, each unanswered tone driving the panic deeper into my chest. I try Demitri, then Lucas, but the silence stretches on, suffocating, and my hands start to tremble as I realize I’m completely cu

BlakeThe blood, the pain—none of it matters. She’s safe. She’s here. And after everything I just went through, after the sheer terror of thinking I’d lost her, I need her in my arms, against me, as close as I can get her.I grab her as if she’s the last lifeline I have. Her lips part in shock as I pull her against me, my hands finding her waist and gripping tight. My mouth crashes down onto hers, fierce, desperate, and raw, and I feel her shiver, her surprise melting into the same frenzied urgency that’s overtaken me.I lift her, ignoring the sharp sting in my side and arm as the movement aggravates the fresh wounds there. She wraps her legs around me, her hands tangling in my hair, and I press her back against the nearest wall, my fingers digging into her hips, holding her there as if letting go would mean losing her all over again.Her soft gasps mix with the roughness of my breathing, and I can taste the metallic tang of my own blood, mingling with the sweetness of her kiss. It on

Alissia POVI grabbed the second dress Jenni picked, careful not to get blood on it and went into the bathroom. After showering, I dry and decide to quickly dry my hair and leave it down.As I slip into the dress, I feel like I’m embodying pure confidence. The crisp white fabric wraps around me, bold yet simple, making a statement without trying too hard. The plunge of the neckline is deep, baring more than I usually would, but it feels daring, like I’m challenging myself to be fearless tonight. The blazer-style cut gives it a sharp, sophisticated edge, balancing the revealing neckline with a touch of structure and elegance.The hem is short, stopping just at the top of my thighs, giving my legs a chance to shine. The asymmetrical tie drapes down one side, adding an unexpected softness and movement that contrasts beautifully with the sharp lines of the blazer cut. The fabric feels smooth against my skin, lightweight but with just enough weight to hang perfectly, moving with me like it