Alle Kapitel von CONSUMED IN THE TRIPLET ALPHAS' HEAT : Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

LIRAA rough, jarring motion sent pain shooting through my body with every bump and sway.I tried to open my eyes. Couldn't at first. My eyelids felt glued shut. I forced them open and immediately regretted it.Darkness. The air was stale. I was in some kind of enclosed space. A moving van.I tried to sit up and discovered my hands were bound again. Not with silver chains this time—just rope. Tight enough to cut into my wrists but not tight enough to prevent all movement.My ankles were bound too. I was lying on my side on a hard metal floor. Every time the van hit a bump, my body lifted slightly and crashed back down.The pain was everywhere. The silver burns from before had scabbed over but still hurt with every breath. My face still throbbed where someone had struck me.The mark burned like someone had pressed hot coals against my skin.I looked down, squinting in the darkness. Even without light, I could see it. A faint silver glow emanating from beneath my dress. The three inte

Lira I stopped counting the hours.Time meant nothing in this concrete tomb. Day and night weren't any different. All that existed was the mark's glow and the certainty of death approaching.I lay on the cold floor, not bothering to cover myself anymore. What was the point? They'd already seen everything. Already taken photos to distribute to the council, to the brothers, to anyone who needed proof that I was exactly what the prophecy warned about.A curse wrapped in human skin.The mark blazed against my chest. Three interlocking crescents pulsing in rhythm with my failing heartbeat.Let it glow. Let everyone see. I was done pretending.Guards came periodically. Opened the door, checked that I was still alive, and left without a word. Their faces showed disgust. Fear. Sometimes a detachment that was worse than hatred.None of them brought food.None of them brought water.I was being left to die slowly. Or maybe they just didn't care whether I lived or died before the execution.My

KAINThe summons came at dawn.A formal scroll delivered by council guards. The Council of Alphas requires your immediate presence. All three heirs of Wild Fangs must attend. This is not optional.I stood in my study, still wearing yesterday's clothes. I hadn't slept nor eaten. I spent the night coordinating search parties that kept coming back empty.Lira was still missing."What do you think it is?" Jax asked from the doorway. He looked worse than I felt—eyes bloodshot, knuckles split and scabbed, his shirt stained with what might have been blood or dirt or both."I don't know." I set the scroll down.Riven appeared behind Jax, pale and drawn. Since the interrupted coronation, we'd become pariahs. The visiting Alphas who'd come to witness our triumph were now witnesses to our disgrace. "We should go," Riven said. "Whatever it is, we need to face it."The council chamber was in the oldest part of Wild Fangs territory, a massive stone building that predated even my grandfather's ti

KainI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those photographs. Lira with silver eyes and white-streaked hair. The mark blazing on her chest like a brand. The white wolf.She'd lied to us.For months, she'd looked me in the eye and lied.I sat in my study with a bottle of whiskey, watching the amber liquid catch the lamplight.Elora died six years ago. Angie was the only reason I'd survived that grief. And now, I've found another mate. Bonded with her. Marked her. I fell in love with someone I thought I knew.Only to discover every moment had been built on lies.The mate bond still pulled at my chest, even now. Still screamed for me to find her, protect her, save her. But how could I trust that pull when everything else about her had been a deception?Could I survive losing a mate a second time?Did I even have a choice?In three days, they'd drag her to the ceremonial grounds and burn her alive. The council had voted unanimously. Ancient law was absolute. Women born with

Lira A searing pain crawled under my fur, through my bones, into the marrow where it set up residence and screamed. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. Every heartbeat sent fresh waves of agony radiating from my chest where the mark blazed so bright I couldn't look down at myself without seeing spots.The cell was bathed in silver light. My light.I tried to shift back.Please, I begged my wolf. Please let me go.She wouldn't.My wolf had taken control hours ago—or days, I'd lost track—and she wouldn't give me back. Every time I tried to reach for my human form, she snarled and pushed deeper.She was trapped too. Whatever they'd injected into me had done something to her. Made her frantic and unable to release control even when she wanted to.We were both prisoners in this body.I threw myself against the chains again, knowing it was useless. The silver burned where it touched, cutting through white fur to raw skin beneath. The pain should have made me stop. Instead it made me m