บททั้งหมดของ His Three Alphas: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER 1 ROWAN “Move, Beta trash.” The words are sharp, cutting through the noise of the hallway, followed by a shove that makes my shoulder hit the cold marble wall. For a second, I consider ignoring it, because that’s what I’ve done for the last three years—ignore, vanish, stay out of sight. But the second shove comes harder, accompanied by a laugh and the same voice saying, “What? Cat got your tongue?” And that’s it. I turn, slow, deliberate, my patience already burning at the edges. “Can’t you fucking see?” I snap, glaring at the two perfectly groomed idiots who have clearly never known what it means to be punched in the face. The taller one scoffs, eyes widening like he can’t believe someone dared talk back to him. “What did you just say?” I tilt my head. “Oh, you heard me. I said, can you not fucking see? Or are the royal hair products blinding you?” The smaller one lets out a shocked laugh, then covers it with a cough when the tall one glares at him. “You’ve got a mou

CHAPTER 3 ROWAN By​‍​‌‍​‍‌ the time I got back to my dorm, I could barely move. My lungs could have been poked with a thousand needles and I still would've been able to cry I kept on mumbling to myself, “Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry,” as if somebody was there to hear it when actually there was nobody in the hallway and no one had seen me. I closed the door behind me, and taking a deep breath, I whispered, “I should’ve gone home... I should’ve just left this academy.”I didn't go to a single class, no one really cared. If a Beta was seen bloody through his shirt and no one asked if he was okay, then the crown might as well be invisible. I bet they would say something like, "Discipline builds character," and that they didn't see it. I was half undressing my uniform, each time I touched the flesh I had reddened by the lashes, and spit out “shit—oh gods—fuck that Alpha” right before I threw the shirt on the floor somewhere. I found the little ointment tube that was under my bed an

CHAPTER 5ROWANThe moment the two masked giants stepped into the room, I knew the day had taken another sharp turn into hell. One of them snapped his fingers and jerked his chin toward me.“Up,” he barked.“No,” I muttered weakly, my throat raw, my body trembling from three days of forced sleep deprivation and ointment pain.He didn’t repeat himself. He just grabbed my arm and hauled me up so violently I hissed, feeling my half-healed lashes scream across my back.“Let go!” I snapped.Another reached for my jaw to force it steady—and instinct took over. I lunged forward and bit him. Hard.He recoiled with a shout. “Son of a—HE BIT ME!”I spat to the side. “Try touching me again.”The other man grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “You keep that mouth running and someone’s gonna cut your tongue out.”“Great,” I hissed, “you’d be doing the world a favour.”They didn’t appreciate the humour.They stripped me down again, muttering about “pretty merchandi

ROWANThe threat hit like ice water. I glanced at Lila, sleeping peacefully on the bed, her tiny hand curled in the sheets. My stomach twisted.“You wouldn’t,” I whispered, but it came out weak.He didn’t answer. Just held my gaze, letting the silence crush me.“The healers will come to check on you both very soon,” he said finally, tone flat, like he was talking to a servant. “Rest.”Then he turned to leave, moving like nothing had happened—like he hadn’t just ripped my world apart again.Rage surged up so fast I couldn’t stop it. My hand grabbed the crystal glass from the side table, heavy and cold, and I pulled my arm back, ready to smash it right into the back of his head.But he paused. Turned slowly. His eyebrow lifted just a fraction, that look screaming how beneath him I was.My arm froze mid-air, glass shaking in my grip.He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. The message was clear: Don’t.Then he walked out, door closing soft and final.I stood there, breathing hard, until the gla

CHAPTER 9DANTEThe corridor outside the medical wing felt colder than usual, the marble floors echoing our footsteps as we left Uncle Percival to his examination. My mind, however, burned.Rowan Hale. Bandages wrapped tight around his lean torso, the hospital gown slipping just enough to reveal smooth skin, faint bruises blooming like shadows on porcelain. The curve of his collarbone. The way his chest rose and fell, quick and shallow, when he’d first opened those defiant eyes. Fuck. My cock stirred, a treacherous heat pooling low, pressing against the seam of my trousers.I adjusted my stride, willing the reaction down with sheer force. Control. Always control. He was a brat. A troublemaker. A registered Beta who’d somehow ended up bleeding on my palace floor. Nothing more.Kade walked beside me, silent as ever, hands in his pockets. Lucien sauntered on my other side, humming something tuneless and irritating.Kade muttered under his breath, barely audible. “Archery range. Need to c