All Chapters of His Three Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 12LUCIENThe blood had crusted under my nails and along my collar by the time I reached my suite. I stripped in the foyer, letting the ruined shirt and trousers fall in a heap for the servants to burn. The shower ran scalding, steam filling the marble enclosure as I scrubbed the guard’s life off my skin. His eyes—wide, pleading, then empty—flashed behind my lids. Satisfying. But the itch remained.Rowan’s face lingered too—those ridiculously pink lips parted in shock, pale skin flushing under my stare. The pretty boy thought he could glare at a prince. Adorable.I needed something raw tonight. Something that screamed.The club was underground, literally—carved into the old catacombs beneath the capital’s pleasure district. Pulsing bass, bodies slick with sweat and pheromones, Alphas prowling, Omegas and Betas offering themselves up like gifts. I wore black, no royal insignia. Just a predator in the dark.I found him at the bar—twink, barely twenty, all lean lines and eager

CHAPTER 14ROWANMara knocked softly on my door that afternoon. Her face looked pale, but her eyes held a brightness I hadn’t seen in weeks. She slipped inside and closed the door quietly behind her. Then she stood there for a moment, twisting her hands together as if she wasn’t sure how to start.“Rowan,” she finally said, her voice low and careful. “I need to talk to you about something important.”I sat up straighter on the bed and set aside the book I had only been pretending to read. “What is it? Are you okay?”She nodded quickly, then shook her head just as fast. “Sort of. My aunty... my maternal aunty reached out to the palace. She heard about the raid and everything that happened. She wants me to come live with her.”I stared at her, trying to process the words. “Your aunty? You never talked about her before.”“I didn’t think she cared,” Mara admitted. She walked over and sat on the edge of the chaise across from me. “She and my mom cut contact completely before I lost my mom.

CHAPTER 16ROWANI stirred slowly, my body pulling me out of the deepest sleep I'd had in months. My eyes fluttered open to the soft afternoon light slipping through the heavy curtains. The room felt... different. Warmer. Heavier. That scent still lingered everywhere—pine, smoke, and something so darkly masculine it made my stomach twist.Kade.He was gone. The bed beside me was cold now, but his presence was still all over everything. The pillow had the dent from his arm, and the sheets smelled just like him. I couldn't help it—I buried my face into them and inhaled deeply, my heart racing.God, why does he smell so damn good? Like pure danger wrapped in comfort. I could get addicted to this so easily. No. Stop it, Rowan. He's one of them. Silent. Scary. Way too intense.I bit my lower lip hard, heat crawling up my neck as the memories hit me like a wave. His thick thighs under my head. That massive hardness pressing against me all night. Feeding me so gently, like I was something pr

CHAPTER 18ROWANI must have dozed off sometime after Lucien left. The books were scattered all around me on the bed like guilty little secrets, and that filthy one, Eternal Bonds was still open right on my chest. The pages were crumpled from how tight I had gripped them while reading. My eyes had gotten so heavy in the middle of another steamy chapter. The dirty words had blurred together into pure heat and fantasy until sleep finally pulled me under completely.The dream started out almost innocent. Or at least as innocent as anything involving the Varyn kings could ever be.I was lying in a dim, luxurious room. Silk sheets felt cool and smooth against my completely bare skin. I was naked. Totally exposed. My body arched up on its own as strong hands touched me everywhere at once—rough, confident, possessive hands that knew exactly what they wanted.Lucien was the first one I saw clearly. He knelt between my spread legs, that wicked, sinful grin flashing in the low light. His dark e

CHAPTER 20ROWANThree days later, the guards arrived at my door precisely when the invitation had specified, their expressions as impassive as ever beneath the elaborate silver masks that marked the gala's theme, and I followed them down the winding corridors without a single protest because fighting would have been pointless anyway. My heart raced a little faster than I wanted to admit as we approached the grand ballroom doors, the sound of music and laughter growing louder with every step we took. The suit Dante had sent fit me perfectly, the black silk clinging to my body in a way that made me feel both elegant and exposed, like I was on display for everyone to judge. I adjusted the velvet mask one last time, covering the upper half of my face and hoping it hid the nervousness flickering in my eyes.When the massive doors swung open, the sight hit me like a wave crashing over my head. The ballroom was breathtaking, with towering ceilings adorned in cascading black and silver drape