All Chapters of Craved By The Alpha Triplets : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air smelled of rain and wet earth, sharp and heavy with the scent of blood and fur. My knees were scraped and bruised, my hands raw from gripping rocks and branches, but I didn’t care. I was alive. I was present. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of the bond thrumming in my veins, pulling me in three directions at once.Kael, Damon, and Lucian stood around me, their chests heaving, eyes glowing gold in the half-light of the forest clearing. Even in their wolf forms, I could see the tension coiled tight in their muscles, the way they moved as one, their pack instinct overwhelming any single thought. And then there was him—the Alpha King, the man who had stolen Kael’s birthright, silver-eyed and lethal, standing opposite us like a shadow in the trees.“You think this will end in your favor?” Kael growled, wolf fangs flashing. His voice was low, vibrating through my chest. Every syllable made my skin tingle, sent shivers racing down my spine. “Yo

The sunrise filtered through the dense canopy, spilling pale gold across the clearing where we had spent the night. My body ached in every delicious way possible, muscles sore from the intensity of our bond, from the way they had claimed me, over and over. And yet, the ache was nothing compared to the pull in my chest, the hunger in my veins that still demanded them even after hours of exhaustion.Kael stirred first, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he shifted closer to me. I felt the heat of him even before his skin touched mine, the familiar surge of the bond reminding me, again, that we were tethered in a way the world could never understand. His fingers brushed my hair, tilting my face up, his golden eyes soft now but still smoldering with the same fire that had first drawn me in.“You slept,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly. “Barely.”I blinked, blinking away the lingering haze of pleasure and fatigue. “I… couldn’t. Not really.” My

The night wrapped around the Blackthorn grounds like a living cloak, dense and heavy, carrying the scent of earth, pine, and the subtle, intoxicating musk of the pack. The moon was a pale witness overhead, casting silver light on the stone paths and the glimmer of rippling water from the nearby river. I walked between them, Kael to my left, Damon to my right, and Lucian a step behind, his presence constant, teasing, protective. Every movement, every step, reminded me of the bond pulsing through my veins—a tether I could neither deny nor resist.I still felt the lingering echoes of their touch from the council chamber, the way they had marked me, claimed me, made me theirs. My skin burned where their hands had roamed, my pulse quickened at the slightest brush of air, and my thoughts refused to settle anywhere but on them. It was overwhelming and exquisite all at once.Kael’s hand found mine, gripping it lightly. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Thinking too much.”I s

Raine woke before dawn—something that rarely happened. The sky outside the windows was still a deep violet, touched only faintly by the promise of sunrise. The world felt hushed, suspended, as if everything were waiting on her next breath.Kael was still asleep beside her, one arm beneath his head, the other loosely draped around her waist as though even in dreams he refused to let her go. His chest rose and fell steadily, but his brows were furrowed, the same way they always were when he was fighting something in his dreams. Memories, guilt, instincts—Kael never had peaceful sleep, not even after everything they had survived together.Raine turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and studied his face. He looked younger in sleep. Not softer—Kael had never been soft—but stripped of the weight he carried in every waking moment. She reached out and brushed her thumb along the scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his jaw. It had been earned protecting Damon years ago. He had neve

Dusk settled slowly over the Blackthorn estate, painting the sky in bruised purples and molten gold. The air felt charged—too quiet, too still, like the world was holding its breath. Raine stood at the balcony outside her room, watching the last sliver of sun dip behind the trees. The forest stretched endlessly toward the east, where the ruins the old moon temple waited.Where the Shadow Seer waited.A shiver ran through her—not of cold, but of the strange buzzing under her skin, a hum that had grown stronger ever since Damon told her the truth. The Blood of Veyra. A power meant to break kings. A power meant to end worlds.A power she had no idea how to control.Footsteps approached behind her. The faintest scent of smoke and pine warned her before Kael spoke.“You’re too quiet.”Raine didn’t turn. “I’m thinking.”Kael stepped behind her, his warmth sinking into her spine as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “Don’t,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “Not alone.”