All Chapters of His Three Alphas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51 DANTE We followed Elara down the narrow stone stairs that led into the deepest level of the dungeon, the air growing colder and heavier with each step we took until the only light came from the flickering blue torches she had summoned with a wave of her hand. The cells were silent except for the occasional drip of water from the ceiling and the low groan of the chained prisoner at the far end, his body still marked with those black veins that pulsed faintly under his skin. Elara stopped in front of the iron bars and turned to face us, her silver robes brushing the damp floor as she folded her hands inside her sleeves and looked at each of us in turn with those ancient obsidian eyes that always seemed to see more than they should. “The black lines you saw on Seraphine’s soldiers came from a plant known as Shadowroot,” she said without preamble, her voice low and resonant in the confined space. “It grows only in the deepest caves near the old dragon territories and it is

CHAPTER 53DANTEA few days had passed since the elders began their rotation across the kingdom, and I sat in the quiet of my private study with the heavy oak desk covered in maps and reports that detailed their progress in every province under Varynia. The system I had ordered was working exactly as planned, with three elders dispatched this week to the eastern and southern states, another three scheduled for the following week to cover the northern territories, and the rest to follow in careful succession until every corner of the realm had been personally visited and secured by someone loyal to the crown. I had reviewed each report carefully, noting the assurances of loyalty from local lords and the strengthened defenses along vulnerable borders, and while the updates were satisfactory, I kept my satisfaction hidden because praise was rarely given and never wasted in my court.I set the last report aside and leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled in front of me as I considere

CHAPTER 55DANTE I returned to the garden alone after leaving Rowan in his room because the story he had told me about Lord Seraph and the black powder refused to leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to dismiss it as the ramblings of a boy who had just recovered from a severe illness. The afternoon sun was still high in the sky casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawns and flower beds that lined the paths and I walked with measured steps keeping my hands clasped behind my back while my eyes scanned every inch of the ground for any sign of the substance Rowan had described. The garden was quiet except for the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant sound of birds calling from the trees but I felt no peace in the familiar surroundings because something about the entire situation felt wrong in a way that made my instincts sharpen with suspicion.When I reached the exact spot near the flowering bush where Rowan had claimed to have seen the powder I stopp

CHAPTER 57ROWAN Dante disappeared into the bathroom without saying another word to any of us, the door clicking shut behind him in that final way that left the rest of the room feeling suddenly smaller and more intimate than it had any right to feel, and I stood there frozen for a second trying to process the fact that I was now alone with Lucien and Kade in this hotel room with only two beds and far too much tension hanging in the air between us. My heart was already racing and now the room felt charged in a completely different way that made my skin prickle with awareness and my body react before my mind could catch up.Lucien and Kade did not waste any time. They started removing their clothes right there in the middle of the room, shirts coming off first to reveal the hard lines of muscle and the smooth skin that made my mouth water instantly because gods they were both so beautiful in that dangerous way that always left me feeling weak in the knees. Lucien’s body was lean and

CHAPTER 59ROWANI woke up in complete darkness so thick it pressed against my eyes like wet cloth and for several long terrifying seconds I could not tell if I was still asleep or if something had gone horribly wrong while I was unconscious. My head throbbed with a dull heavy ache that made every heartbeat feel like it was rattling my skull and my body felt wrong—too heavy too hot too sensitive—like every inch of my skin was raw and waiting for pain that had not arrived yet. The last thing I remembered was blacking out in my hotel room after the suppressants failed to hold back the heat completely and now I was somewhere else entirely lying on what felt like cold concrete with my wrists bound loosely behind my back and my ankles tied together with rough rope that already chafed my skin raw.Panic clawed up my throat so fast I could barely breathe.I tried to sit up but my muscles would not cooperate properly and all I managed was a weak roll onto my side that made me gasp because the