All Chapters of Her Three Alpha Mates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

BRIE’S POVThe clash of blades rang out across the training yard. The sounds blended with grunts, fists striking flesh, and boots scraping against the ground. To anyone else, it was chaos. To me, it was like a song. It wasn’t just a song to me, it was one I used to know by heart.I froze. My breath hitched in my throat as I had a flashback.Two years ago.The air on the battlefield had been thick with iron and smoke. I remembered the way my enemies’ faces drained of color the instant I stepped into viewI was Brie, The Alpha’s daughter. The warrior no one wanted to face.My movements had been fast and merciless. Before I even reached their commander, he was already trembling. Some warriors dropped their weapons before my blades touched them, not out of respect but out of fear. They knew my name. They knew my reputation.I wasn’t cruel. I was unstoppable. That was enough.And I had loved it. Every fight.. Every victory. Fighting was the rhythm of my soul.Now…The vision faded and reali

BRIE’S POVFor a heartbeat, I was nothing. I felt numb. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.I didn’t feel anything.Just… nothing.Because there he was—my husband, my Alpha—between another woman’s legs.And not just anyone. Mira. One of my maids.The sheets tangled around them. The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air. They didn’t even hear me. Or maybe they did and didn’t care. Maybe they wanted me to see. I couldn’t decide which was worse.The sound, her moans, his voice—snapped me out of my frozen trance. Mia gasped, dragging the sheet over herself. Alex turned. His eyes went wide with shock.Shock. He was shocked?.As if he were the one betrayed.My throat burned like acid, but my tears refused to fall. My chest cracked open and all that poured out was silence.“Why?” My voice was barely a whisper.He sat up slowly, searching for words but his face hardened. His eyes became cold.“I won’t lie. This has been going on for a while.” He said.The world tilted.“I tried with you

TYLER’S POVThe burn of whiskey sat warm in my throat, but it didn’t quite do the job. Not tonight.“Your turn,” the nobleman slurred. His words sloshed together like cheap wine. He was sweating now, blinking hard to stay focused as he lifted his tiny glass with trembling fingers.I leaned back in my chair, relaxed, loose, amused. My legs were sprawled lazily beneath the table. I had one boot hooked on the rung of his chair. The bottle of strong Obsidian Oak whiskey stood between us. It was nearly empty. He had taken three shots. I had taken seven.And yet, I was still breathing. Still smirking. Still deadly clear.“You sure you want to keep going, Lord Finner?” I asked, tipping my glass slightly in his direction. “You look like your liver’s waving the white flag.”“I… I-I can take it…” he hiccupped. “We’re playing till someone confesses.”I raised a brow. “Confesses what?”His face turned red. Not from the alcohol, though that didn’t help. No, this was fury, shame, heartbreak balled

BRIE’S POVI stared at them in shock. My mouth was dry. My chest rose and fell too quickly.Mate.The word still echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming?I blinked, once, twice, but the vision before me didn’t blur. Three men stood in front of me. they were tall, gorgeous and broad-shouldered. Each of them had a dominant aura that pressed down on my chest. Their presence was raw power—wild, magnetic, impossible to ignore.They looked nearly identical, yet not the same. They were definitely triplets.And they had just called me—me—their mate.My knees wobbled as I tried to stand. The strength I had borrowed from them only moments ago was already slipping away. My legs trembled, and I nearly crumpled again when one of them—the one with piercing green eyes—stepped forward quickly. His hand was half-raised to catch me.“No,” I rasped. I lifted my palm in warning before he could touch me. My pride, my dignity, wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t.”He froze. His hand hung in the air,

BRIE’S POVThe blade is steady in my hand and it’s pressed tightly against the throat of the man in front of me. His skin is warm beneath the edge, and the smallest push will tear it open. My breathing is heavy. My chest burns with pain I don’t understand, but I hold my ground.I heard his brothers call him Kane.That name rolls in my mind like a curse and a question. Kane. One of the three. One of the alphas who dared to call me their mate.I should feel powerful right now. I should feel in control. But I don’t. My hand trembles. My muscles are weak. I haven’t fully regained my strength since… since Alex’s voice tore through my head. I’m still suffering from the corruption of our bond.Alex. My wretched ex-husband. My so-called mate. The pain of the corrupted bond still burns in my chest. It cuts deeper every time I breathe.I push the thoughts aside and focus on Kane. His green eyes are locked on mine, not with fear but with something that unsettles me even more - amusement. He look