Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Three Alphas: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER 2 DANTE The first thing I registered was the cold shock of water soaking through the pristine white of my shirt, bleeding slowly into the gold embroidery that marked my rank, and for a moment I simply stared down at it, watching the droplets spread like an infection. Irritation rose immediately, sharp and instinctive, because I despised mess, I despised disorder, and I especially despised anything touching me without permission. The fabric clung unpleasantly to my skin, and the room seemed to fall into a full, choking silence as students backed away in terror. Then I looked down. The boy was kneeling at my feet, shoulders shaking, chest heaving, clearly in pain, yet somehow still managing to glare up at me as though I had done something wrong. His eyes were a storm—furious and defiant and far too alive for someone of his station. And that defiance, that insolent challenge in his gaze, irked something deep and ancient inside me, something sharp-edged and instinctively t

CHAPTER 4 ROWAN I​‍​‌‍​‍‌ woke up water choking, gasping, and spluttering. It was a situation so cold and so loud that my body was jerking like I've been electrocuted. I wanted to get away but my arms were so weak and the ground was so slippery that I couldn't get away and the water was still coming down and it was icy cold and it made my skin hurt. "Wake up," a voice commanded impatient and without any trace of humor, from somewhere quite near my face. "Please, stop," I was interrupted again by my coughing and I tried to hide my face with my shaking hands.The water only stopped after a while. I managed to look around after a wheezing breath. It was a gigantic underground chamber or room with only the lamps fixed to metal chains giving a very dull and faint light. The floor looked like wet cement. The walls were draped in shadows. People tortured in the place, were at every spot of this huge room. I turned my head to the other side of the room very slowly and with very little

CHAPTER 6 DANTE The moment the three of them were transported out—Rowan, the little girl, and the Omega—the signal was given. A single, sharp whistle. The chamber behind us exploded into fire. It spread instantly, devouring curtains, igniting tables, swallowing the velvet-draped stage where the auctioneer had stood. Screams erupted before the smoke had time to rise. The guards we had planted along the walls threw off their disguises and moved with lethal precision, steel flashing as they cut down the masked handlers one by one. Lucien’s laugh echoed somewhere to my left, sharp and delighted, the sound of a predator in his element. I stepped forward through the smoke, my hands in my pockets, expression cool and unchanging as men burned around me. “Kill everyone involved,” I said calmly. “No survivors.” A dozen voices answered in unison, “Yes, Your Majesty.” Gunfire. Steel. Bodies hitting the floor. It was efficient. Clean. Controlled chaos designed by me. Kade appeared at m

CHAPTER 8ROWANBeep! Beep! Beep!The sound drilled into my skull, steady and annoying, pulling me up from the black like a hook through water. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, but I forced them open. White lights blurred overhead. Antiseptic smell burned my nose. Hospital bed. Monitors. Tubes in my arm.And three faces staring down at me.Dante stood closest, arms crossed tight over his broad chest, jaw locked so hard I thought it might crack. His grey eyes blazed cold fury, the kind that could freeze fire. Lucien leaned against the foot of the bed, lips curved in that lazy, dangerous smile, gaze sliding slow over my bare torso where the hospital gown had slipped open, bandages wrapped around my side. He looked hungry. Kade lingered by the door, silent as always, dark hair shadowing his eyes, but watching every twitch I made.My mouth tasted like copper and cotton. I tried to sit up. Pain stabbed sharp through my ribs. I winced.Dante’s voice cut the air first, low and clipped, eve

CHAPTER 10ROWANThe door to my hospital room swung open with a soft whoosh, and in came Mara and Lila, flanked by two stone-faced guards. Lila spotted me first and broke into a run, her little legs pumping as she launched herself at the bed.“Rowan!” she squealed, climbing up with Mara’s help. “You’re awake! I missed you!”I grinned despite the dull ache in my side, opening my arms for her hug. “Missed you too, kiddo. Come here.”She snuggled against my good side, careful even at her age. Mara followed slower, carrying a tray of food—steaming soup, fresh bread, sliced fruit. Her dark hair was pulled back, face still pale from everything, but her eyes were sharp with relief.“You look like hell,” she said bluntly, setting the tray on the rolling table and pulling it over my lap.“Thanks,” I said dryly. “Feeling’s mutual. You okay?”She shrugged, but her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the spoon. “I’m fine. Lila’s fine. You’re the one who got stabbed.”“I noticed,” I muttered,