All Chapters of FIVE ALPHAS CLAIM HER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21Nova Sterling Point Of View“Welcome to my workplace, gorgeous. They want a show; let’s give it to them.” Jace pulls me onto the stage, his bare chest gleaming under the hot pink spotlights. The stolen tech arm on his right side sparks blue, still not entirely under his control. The crowd screams as Jace snaps his fingers. Flames shoot up from the nightclub stage. People laugh and throw money at us. “It looks like you'll have to work harder for your tips, pretty boy,” I say, stuffing a twenty-dollar note into his waistband. My fingers brush his hip bone, and his breath catches. Jace smiles and spins me. “Oh, I'll make it worth your money.” The music pounds so loud it rings in my ears. Jace's human hand burns hot on my back while the tech one keeps misfiring, making the crowd go wild. I tucked another bill into his jeans, letting my hand linger. A woman clears her throat behind me. I turn to see Regina Blackthorn, Gideon's ex-fiancée, dressed in a white pantsuit. Her dar

CHAPTER 23Nova Sterling Point Of View“Smile for the cameras, sweetheart.” Vaughn's echoes smooth as silk, but his fingers tremble against mine. The penthouse's rooftop garden glitters with what looks like fireflies, but it’s a Kingsley Tech drone watching our every move.His tech hands suddenly spark against my waist, sending me an electric tingling. Suddenly, his phone buzzes, and a message from Kieran enters. It reads: “I have rescued Gideon from Regina’s Lab Experiment and taken him to his military base. It's your turn to deceive your father and rescue Nova.”I gasp, and the drones immediately zoom closer to capture the moment. His father's voice crackles through hidden speakers: “Kiss her by midnight or the hybrid lab burns.”My body goes rigid, and a cold shock spreads across my muscles. The lab houses dozens of innocent kids who are far too young to carry the pain they face. Each one has a story, a loss, a wound they didn’t choose."Perfect," Vaughn murmurs. His human hand ru

CHAPTER 25Nova Sterling Point of View“Sit On My Lap,” Kieran's command rings in my ears like a church bell. Before I can blink, his large hand encircles my waist, yanking me down onto his hard thighs. The sudden movement shakes the poker table, sending chips dancing across the green cover. My hands fly out to steady myself, fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, “Kieran!” I hiss through tightly shut teeth. His arm wraps around me like an iron cage, pulling me firmly against his chest. I can feel every ridge of his six-pack muscles through my thin dress. And the heat of his body sears into mine. When I try to wiggle free, his grip only tightens.“Stop moving,” he growls directly into my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. “Unless you want my uncle to challenge you right now.”I freeze. Then my pulse kicks up as I notice the scratches on Kieran's knuckles.Across the dimly lit VIP lounge, Kieran's uncle sits in a soft armchair. He’s sipping amber whiskey in a crystal glas

CHAPTER 27Nova Sterling Point Of View“You used to love skating with me.” Callan's voice sounds rough, like dry old sandpaper with a crack at the edge. His fingers touch my wrist as he gives me the skates. Even through my gloves, his touch feels hot.I pull my hand away fast. “You know nothing about my likes and dislikes.”“Please try to remember.” He puts his bare hand on the ice. Thin cracks split the surface apart, glowing like golden fire underwater.I don't want to remember, but when he touches me, pictures flash in my head. A vision enters my senses, and I remember three different flashback scenes.In A FlashBack—When I was two years old, Callen and I hid behind the kitchen, eating stolen chocolate. Callan smiled at me with his missing tooth. When I was fourteen, Callan's hands shook as he put special flowers in my hair. “These will protect you,” he caressed my lips and brought his mouth close to mine. But Selene appeared and screamed, ruining the moment. When I was fifteen,

CHAPTER 29Nova Sterling Point Of View“Kneel now or i’ll make you,” Kieran's father, Mr Mercer, the cruel patriarch, forces my knees down, gripping my chin as his rings cut my skin. I felt the sting before I saw the blood.The grand hall smells of roasted meat and smoke. While crystal chandeliers threw sharp shadows across the faces of the werewolf pack leaders gathered for my forced engagement to Kieran Mercer. Kieran's hand finds mine under the tablecloth, warm fingers consoling mine. “Breathe and stay calm,” he whispers low, only I can hear.“Stay silent.” The Patriarch slams a silver dagger into the table in rage. The blade's poison made my nose burn. A Mercer servant enters and drives a golden cage towards me. Inside it lay three terrible things. First is my childhood blanket, torn and stained with old blood. The second is a portrait of my mother with her eyes clawed out. Third is a chained wolf man with familiar golden eyes. “That's my Daddy,” my voice breaks in shock, as th