All Chapters of Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Thalia POVI was in my room, curled up on the edge of my bed, braiding and unbraiding the same section of my hair over and over again. My thoughts had been spiralling all morning—something was off in the air, and my gut knew it before I even heard the knock.Two sharp raps on the door.I froze. My eyes snapped to the door like it had growled at me. My pulse kicked into high gear.No one knocked twice in this house unless they were one of Alpha Asher’s guards. And if they came with news, it was rarely the kind that made you smile.I stood up too fast, knees buckling slightly before I caught myself on the edge of my dresser. I smoothed my palms over my jeans and called out, “Hold on! Let me get dressed!”Silence.I frowned, pulling a sweater over my tank top and brushing a hand through my messy hair.Then, a low voice from behind the door: “Alpha Asher said not to be kept waiting.”I rolled my eyes, even though my hands were shaking. “God forbid someone delays royalty for a damn minute,

Isabella povThe forest swallowed me whole the moment I stepped beneath the canopy of ancient oaks and brittle birches. The moonlight spilled in scattered shards, silver knives piercing the thick darkness, but the shadows clung stubbornly to every hollow and tree root.I couldn’t shake the image of Enzo—the way his jaw clenched, his eyes wild, his body bruised like he’d survived a battle with death itself. And Rufus. Rufus, bleeding out somewhere out here, defying the odds just to keep fighting.My lungs burned with cold air as I forced myself deeper into the woods, ignoring the jagged branches tearing at my sleeves and the sharp twigs scraping my skin. I had to find him before it was too late. Before Enzo’s promise came true.“There will be no warnings. No hesitation. Just silence.”I swallowed hard, shaking off the shiver that wasn’t entirely from the cold. That voice—the way Enzo said it—was a death sentence. For Rufus. For all of us.The underbrush rustled ahead. My breath hitched

Asher pov I still don’t understand what Enzo was babbling about. I sat there in that cold room, his words swirling in my head like a storm of smoke, yet somehow, I felt unnervingly calm. Too calm. Like my mind had accepted the worst news before it even landed. Slave shipment. Slaves from my pack... gone. Vanished.I didn’t hesitate. I needed to talk this over with my brothers. Damien. Mason. They’d know what to make of this chaos, or at least help me untangle the mess. I needed their strength.I stood and moved toward my chambers. My black royal attire hugged my frame, the fabric heavy with authority and dark intent. Black shoes tapped against the cold stone floor. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and for a moment, I barely recognized the face staring back.Eyes flickering like wild flames trapped in sockets, searching—always hungry. My chin lifted, almost as if I wanted to smirk, to show I wasn’t broken by this. But the smile died on my lips. The weight of reality crushed that

Blades Beneath the Velvet The morning air was thick with the scent of war. Smoke curled from the torches lining the stone corridor as we stalked down it like a storm waiting to break. My boots slammed against the floor with purpose, every step echoing a vow I’d made the night before — we found them. We bring them home. Isabella walked beside me, her chin high, a cloak cinched tight around her shoulders, but I could see it — the steel beneath the silk. She wasn’t soft, not anymore. Fire had forged her, and now she walked like she was carved from it. Damien and Mason flanked us, their postures tight, their eyes scanning every movement. We weren’t just alphas anymore. We were a unit. A bond. And this was our first real test. “Why the docks?” Damien asked, his voice low, hands stuffed in his pockets like he wasn’t already one second from tearing someone apart. Isabella didn’t miss a beat. “Because if I were trafficking bodies, I’d keep them moving. Quietly. Over water.” Mason glan

Thaila’s POVI sat there on the bed for what felt like forever, heart thudding dully in my chest like a clock winding down. My cheeks were stiff from dried tears, and even though the ache in my chest hadn’t gone away, something else was taking its place—resolve.This wasn’t working. Not for me. Not for Enzo. And if I stayed here one second longer, in this suffocating pack filled with secrets, executions, and ghosts of the past—we’d both fall apart.Maybe we already had.I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve, stood up slowly, and crossed the room to my wardrobe. My fingers curled around the brass handle and I yanked it open. The smell of lavender sachets greeted me, soft and comforting, like a lie I used to believe.I started pulling clothes from the hangers—shirts, jackets, jeans, underthings—anything that didn’t scream broken heart and betrayal. I tossed them onto the bed in a whirlwind of fabric, not bothering to fold. I just wanted to go. Run. Escape the version of my brother