Lahat ng Kabanata ng FIVE ALPHAS CLAIM HER: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHAPTER 31Nova Sterling Point Of View“Make a wish, my queen.” Kieran's arms tighten around me as the clock strikes midnight. The rebuilt plant nursery shimmers with the floating lights that Vaughn's tech created, each shaped like a rose petal from our bonding ceremony. Jace kisses my bare shoulder, his mirror-magic showing our reflections dancing in the candlelight. “Twenty One looks good on you.”“Twenty,” Gideon corrects him softly, offering a knife to cut the cake. “You missed her last birthday, when we were enemies.” The moment my fingers touch the knife handle, the candles on the cake explode with black flames. Vaughn's tech-glove yanks me backward. “Don't breathe that in.” His emergency mask covers my face as the smoke gathers and magically forms Selene's sneering lips, saying, “Happy birthday, little Queen.”Kieran grits his teeth, eyes burning with fury as he shoves me behind. “Show yourself, witch!”But it was the cake that answered. The frosting began to hiss and bubble

CHAPTER 33Nova Sterling Point Of View“Sold to the Alpha with daddy issues and a death wish.” The Auctioneer’s voice echoes before the last golden feather floats out of my new, beautiful wings.I gasp as the cold, electric collar chain bites into my throat. “Kieran?, Vaughn?” My voice comes out strangled. My vision goes white out for a second.The auction hall stinks of sweat and cheap whiskey. My beautiful, mighty wings are gone. “You don’t sell her, she’s mine.” Kieran's roar shakes the chandeliers. He's not the tender Alpha who just worshipped me moments ago. This Kieran has blood on his knuckles and murder in his eyes as he flips a table. Jace appears beside me, his fingers cool against my burning skin. “Hold still, sweet love.”“What's happening?” I choke out as his mirror shard slides between the electric collar chains and my throat. “Reality check,” Jace murmurs. The collar chain snaps open. Kieran crashes into me before I can breathe, his scent of pine and fury wraps arou

THREE BLOODLINECHAPTER 35Nova Sterling Point Of View“Breathe through it, Luna.” Gideon lifts me upon his shoulders as his military dog tags clink against my teeth. He carries me from the solarium to the chapel. The scent of old wax and cedar wraps around us like the breath of something ancient and sacred. I struggle in his grip. “ Can’t breathe, put me down.”“No.” His arms tighten. “You're burning up.”Moonlight spills through the window, painting stripes across Gideon's face as he lays me on the altar. “ I swear on my Rebel gang, Audra dies tonight.” He presses his metal ID tags to my lips. The iron tastes like gunpowder and cigarettes.I push it away from my nose as my mouth finds the scar on his collarbone, which is shaped like my childhood bite mark. “Stay still”, he says.A beam of colored light catches my eye. I turn my head and freeze. “What! That's my mother.” Around the corner stands a carved image of her.Gideon's palm twists my cheek until our eyes meet, and his soft a

CHAPTER 37Nova Sterling Point Of View“You still don't understand your true inheritance.” Liam echoes as we descend the staircase. The silver glow along the stair rails vibrates with my heartbeat as my fingers brush the ancient stone walls. Liam walks ahead of us. “You’ve got hidden treasures you know nothing about.” He turns to me, fixing his eyes on mine. “Those shares everyone's been fighting over? They're not just stocks, they're businesses belonging to you.”Kieran's claws scrape against the wall beside me. “Enough riddles, bastard. Where does this lead?”Liam's smile makes our hidden bond mark burn. “To the real boardroom, of course. I'd show you all the secrets I uncovered - the reason my father killed me.The underground chamber smells of old money and older magic. Liam spreads his arms as we enter the circular room. His emerald cufflinks glow blue as they catch the light from the massive stock ticker embedded in the ceiling. “Welcome to the original exchange, where the firs

CHAPTER 39Nova Sterling Point Of View“Good old days.” Daniella kicks the Orphanage chapel door open as moonlight paints her face in blue and red rays - a reflection from the broken dyed glass.The air reeks of smoke, incense and rotten wood, exactly like when we were kids. “You remember this shithole?” She stomped on a decayed church bench, and the wood broke and exploded. I rub my arms on the door of the discipline room. “Where Sister Margaret locked us in for stealing chocolate bars.”“Not just us." Daniella drops to her knees, digging her finger under a loose floorboard. Black claws sprout from her skin, transforming her hands. My heart goes wild, pounding like a drumline in my chest. “What the actual fuck?”“Always had these,” her voice echoes deep and thick. “But the night they took you?” She pulled out a yellow photo. “That's when I promised I'd get strong enough to skin them alive.” The photo showed a five-year-old me strapped to a metal table. Vaughn's silver-haired fathe