My Three Estranged Lovers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CALHOUN'S POV She opened her mouth to speak but snapped it shut when no words came. Perhaps I was too direct. Too bad—I meant every word. “I’ll die before I let you have me!” she snorted, her glare fiery. Something in the way she resisted me made my dick throb with desire. The smile slipped from my lips. I stood and stalked toward her, gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger. Her body betrayed her, reacting to my touch despite her defiance. “Don’t say that, Tiger. It’s not in your power to decide.” My voice was low, tinged with frustration. “Stop fighting the bond. You’re only torturing us both.” The maddening urge to pin her against the wall, to be buried in her warmth and savour her delicate skin against mine, tested my self-control. Her eyes flicked to my lips, but she yanked her gaze upward, replacing her fluster with a scowl. She pulled away, a storm of emotions swirling in those beautiful eyes. “Stay away from me and don’t get in my way,” she hissed. Flipping her

CALHOUN'S POV My pants were uncomfortably tight, my throbbing dick painfully hard. The unfulfilled urge to knot Hera, pulsated through my veins, edging me to the brink of madness. But that wasn’t why I was seething at the dining table. My pack had been attacked by hybrids. How they infiltrated us was still under investigation, but the attack had claimed the life of a werewolf and his child. I’d failed them. My wolf howled with rage, a reminder of my duty. Protecting my pack came first, yet Alpha Draco’s shady dealings had stolen my focus. That distraction wouldn’t last much longer. The cold aura I emitted made Draco and my mate visibly uneasy. Their wolves bowed under my dominance, though Draco fought to hide it. Hera, however, avoided my gaze like the plague, her fidgeting only twisting the knife in my chest. Her cold words still lingered in my mind. What had scarred her so deeply? Beneath her tough facade, I saw a woman hurting. My goal was to find out why and take the pain awa

HERA'S POV Calhoun's gaze softened when Logan flashed him a grin. We eagerly waited for Draco to pass and take the lead. I felt Calhoun's eyes boring into my back, the conflicting chill and warmth it spread through me impossible to ignore. We strode through the arched entrance and stopped short of the huge double doors as they pulled open, revealing a grand main hall adorned with a glittering chandelier, rich tapestries, and wine wood panelling. The beauty of the Guild of Affairs never ceased to mesmerize me. "Good day, Your Excellency. I'm at your service", an omega curtsied, gesturing to our group. "You're not needed," Draco said curtly. He strutted to the elevator, and we followed in silence to the top floor. An omega pulled open the doors to let us into the spacious meeting room, Twenty individuals—the high council and aristocrats, were already seated, their eyes drilling into us as we entered. The air wasn't hostile, but the tension uninviting. After the pleasantries

HERA'S POV My knees were pulled up to my chest, my back resting against the bedframe as I lay on the cold floor—lost in thought. I had lost count of the weeks that had passed since Lason's death, his precious face still haunted my dreams. I failed him—his warmth was gone because of me. The weight of it pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. If I slipped now, if I let my guard down, I would lose myself too. My gaze lingered on the beautiful garden that stretched out, beyond the glass frame; I longed for the tranquillity the plants and creepers had. That peace and the belief that everything would be alright had faded. There was no rest—only vigilance, only fear of the past. Every day I played the role of Hera, balancing the weight of vengeance and survival. But how much longer could I hold before the cracks swallowed me? I rose to my feet, perhaps I would find peace at Lason’s grave. The morning had passed In a blur, and it was afternoon now; I strode into my closet an

HERA'S POV His claims had my heart melting, and every time he gazed at me with those deep-set eyes, I trembled, weak in the knees. "And I've told you, I'm not yours," I countered, my lips curling in annoyance. His chest reverberated with a dark chuckle, its hum sending a chilling thrill down my spine. Then his lips brushed my ear as he towered over me. "Yes, you are. And when you finally acknowledge it, I'll be waiting with arms wide open." The buttons on his maroon T-shirt were slightly undone, revealing his sculpted chest. His loose black suit pants fit him like a second skin, and goddess, was he gorgeous. "In the meantime," he paused, drawing me closer by the nape of my neck, "I don’t want to see you with any other man—if you value their lives," he whispered, his tone laced with an edge that sent a shiver racing down my spine. I pulled back to look at his face, narrowing my eyes. "What do you mean?" I demanded. He dragged his tongue lazily across his teeth, the gesture unn