All Chapters of His Three Alphas: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121DANTEI stormed down the corridor with fury burning through my veins like wildfire. The moment I had heard the news from a trembling servant, my blood had turned to ice and then straight to rage. Rowan — my Rowan — dragged to the dungeon like a common criminal. Accused of stealing Lucien’s sapphire. The sheer audacity made my fists clench so hard my nails dug into my palms.I burst into the antechamber where Nyra stood speaking with two senior guards. She turned at the sound of my boots, that cold, calculated smile already forming on her lips.“Dante,” she purred. “I was just—”“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snarled, voice low and lethal. “What the hell have you done? Guards! Bring Rowan up from the dungeon right now. Immediately!”The guards hesitated, glancing nervously at Nyra. She raised a hand smoothly. “Stop. Do not move.”I took a dangerous step forward. “You dare countermand my order?”Nyra met my gaze without flinching. “Think carefully, Your Majesty. If you bring t

CHAPTER 123ROWANThe moment we stepped into Dante’s massive private bathroom, the air felt thicker, warmer, charged with everything I had been holding back for weeks. Steam already rose from the huge marble tub they had filled for me. The kings moved around me like they owned every inch of this moment, and honestly, they did. I wanted them so badly my body ached.Dante turned on the rainfall shower first, the water cascading down in perfect heat. “Strip, love,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Let us take care of you.”My hands shook slightly as I pulled off my clothes. The kings undressed too, shirts and pants hitting the floor until all three of them stood naked and gorgeous under the spray. Lucien’s eyes darkened with hunger. Kade’s gaze was intense and quiet. Dante looked like he was barely holding himself back.They guided me under the water. Three pairs of hands moved over my skin at once. Dante washed my hair, fingers massaging my scalp until I moaned softly. Kade soaped my

CHAPTER 125ROWANTwo days after that intense night with the kings, I finally started proper training with Elara’s witches. We met in a quiet, sunlit courtyard behind the eastern tower where the witches kept their sacred grounds. Elara had been waiting for us with three of her most trusted students, young women with kind eyes and calm energy that instantly made me feel welcome.I told Elara everything about the burst of golden light that had appeared when the lion attacked me. She listened carefully, nodding slowly as I spoke.“That power is ancient,” she said gently. “If we keep honing it every day, it will grow stronger. I will work personally to decipher exactly what it is and how it connects to your omega nature. You are not alone in this, Rowan. We will train together.”The training lasted for hours. We started with simple breathing exercises and meditation to help me feel the warm energy inside my chest. Then we moved to basic channeling. I managed to create small sparks of gold

NarratorThe council chamber was thick with tension and the haze of late-night candles. The session had dragged on for hours, voices rising and falling as nobles argued over border security and trade taxes. Lucien sat at the head of the long table beside his brothers, his patience wearing thin. A southern lord, Lord Vesper, was particularly vocal tonight, slamming his fist on the table.“You cannot keep raising tariffs on our silk routes!” Lord Vesper shouted. “My people are starving while you line the royal coffers!”Lucien leaned forward, eyes sharp with irritation. “Your people are starving because you pocket half the profits yourself, Vesper. Do not lecture me on hunger when your own warehouses are full.”The argument grew heated. Nyra, seated a few chairs away, watched with a calm, almost bored expression. No one noticed when she reached for the decanter of wine in the center of the table. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, dropping a pinch of colorless powder into Lucien’s h

CHAPTER 129ROWANI was walking down the long hallway toward the royal wing, still wearing one of Dante’s oversized shirts because it smelled like him and made me feel safe. My body was sore in the best way from training and from last night, but my heart still felt heavy. The whispers about Lucien and Nyra had reached me hours ago. I tried not to think about it, but it kept crawling back into my mind.Suddenly Nyra stepped out from a side corridor, blocking my path. She looked perfectly put-together, lips curved in that sharp, poisonous smile I hated.“Well, well,” she purred, crossing her arms. “If it isn’t the little palace whore. Still parading around in their clothes like you actually belong here?”I stopped and looked her dead in the eyes. I wasn’t scared anymore. Not even a little. “At least I don’t have to drug people to get them into my bed, Nyra. Tell me, how desperate do you have to be to slip something into Lucien’s wine? The one who hates you the most? You knew you could n