All Chapters of Marked, Tamed, Owned by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LiraWhen my heat finally ended, it felt like crawling out of a fever dream. The days before it were unbearable. I’d wake up hungry for my mates, go to sleep hungrier.There was no rest, no pause, just the pull of sex, scent, and touch. My mates didn’t seem to mind; if anything, they fed off it. Sometimes I had all three of them in one day, each taking me differently, claiming me like they were erasing the others. It should have felt wrong, but when heat ruled me, logic didn’t exist.Now, though, I could breathe again. My body had quieted, my head finally clear enough to think without imagining someone’s hands on me.Tova sat cross-legged across from me, brushing her hair, believing that my getting three alphas for mates was divine-level luck and not a problem.She turned, grinning. “Three brothers worshipping the same woman is the fantasy of half the pack. You should be thanking the moon goddess.”I didn’t answer. The truth pressed against my ribs. I did have a wolf, and she was dange

KainI ran ahead of the others as the forest air sliced through my lungs. We enjoyed the pack hunt, but this was beyond enjoyment for me; it was discipline and control. The pack needed to stay sharp. I needed to stay sane.Since the last border raid, I hadn’t stopped thinking about how close we’d come to losing ground. If I failed again, I wasn’t sure I’d live with it. The title Alpha of War wasn’t a reward; it was a weight that pressed until you cracked or adapted.We split up midway into small groups through the hunt. I led mine east, where the tracks bent toward the river. The others fanned out, bows ready. The night was thin with moonlight. I moved through the brush, scenting the air until I caught the musky trail of a stag.The deer burst out from behind the ridge. My wolf surged beneath my skin, begging to take over, but I held him back. I signaled to Jax, and together we closed in. One strike through the heart and the creature fell with a dull thud.The silence between my broth

ZuriI sat in the nursery beside Angie, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall. Her doll was pressed against her chest; its fabric arm dangled lifelessly over the blanket. She loved that thing. She talked to it, fed it, even tucked it into bed before herself.The perfect weapon, really.The doll’s creepy eyes stared back at me. Burn the doll, accuse Lira. Let the child’s hurt fester, let her pull away from that pig’s fake tenderness. Angie would cry, but she’d learn. Pain was a better teacher than affection.The idea almost made me smile.I sent one of the maids to fetch Athena. “Tell her it’s about Angie,” I said. “Tell her to come quickly.” The maid ran off, and I sat back down, brushing a curl from Angie’s forehead. She didn’t stir.When Athena finally walked in, she looked at me the way she always did, like she could smell the rot under my perfume. Her priestess robe swished behind her as if the house wasn’t unholy enough for her liking.“What happened?” she asked, eyes flicking

Lira“We need to work on that wardrobe of yours. The Luna of this house must look the part. You’ve got the shape, the carriage, the hair; stars above, if confidence were cloth, I’d wrap you in it.”Tova eyed me like I was a half-finished project she couldn’t wait to fix. Her excitement bounced around the room.“I’m fine with my clothes.”“Fine?” she snorted. “You’re walking poetry, and you hide it in ugly fabric. You’re built like Luna Elora was; same height, same narrow waist, same shoulders. Half of her gowns are still hanging in that closet, untouched. I keep them clean when I’m allowed inside. You should see them, dear. They’d fit you as if they’d been sewn for you.”I couldn’t think of anything worse. Wearing them would feel like stealing breath from a ghost. And Zuri would probably claw her own eyes out before she’d let me touch a single thread of her sister’s clothes.I forced a smile. “They’re beautiful, I’m sure. But I don’t need them.”Tova’s hands went to her hips. “It’s no

Jax I nursed a headache that even wine couldn’t fix. Numbers, bills, logistics, paper after paper, signature after signature. I signed off the catering budget, the performers’ payments, and the decorators’ outrageous fees. The masquerade ball had to be the grandest event in years; after all, we were opening the gates to other packs. We needed the kind of spectacle that screamed, The triplet alphas have everything under control.The central square would hold the lower ranks. We’d set up a huge circular platform with rising steps, like the old arenas our ancestors used for gatherings; only this time, it would be draped in silk and glittering lights. The music would echo against the walls so that even the wolves in the outer woods could feel the vibration.Inside the great hall, things would be more elegant. Curtains, lights, and tables dressed in ivory. That was where the Alphas and their guests would gather. And, of course, that was where Lira would be. My Lira.Kain had been tighte