บททั้งหมดของ AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"The basic mathematics of your treason," I reply, folding my hands together in my lap."Vincent Rossi runs a massive cartel, and he hates sharing his smuggling routes with local syndicates," I explain, laying out the facts they intentionally ignored."Rossi gave you stolen weapons from our armory, but he did not give you any of his own cartel mercenaries to help you secure the waterfront, did he?" I ask, and I tilt my head to study their panicked reactions."He... he said we needed to prove we could handle the territory ourselves before he signed a treaty with us," the kid mutters, his voice wavering with deep doubt."Shut the fuck up, Carl, you do not talk to him!" the middle lieutenant barks, yanking against his steel chains with a desperate grunt."Carl is actually starting to use his brain, so you should let him speak," I advise the angry man with a dismissive wave of my hand."Rossi gave you those guns so you would deplete our loyalist numbers in a messy firefight, and then he pl

His heavy tongue makes his words sound clumsy, and he licks his chapped lips to find some moisture."You are safe in the estate medical wing, Daniel, and the doctors just finished fixing your shoulder," I explain quickly, trying to keep my voice steady.I reach over to the metal bedside table and pour a small cup of ice water from the plastic pitcher.Daniel turns his head on the pillow to look at me, and his tired eyes widen slightly when he processes my ruined appearance.He takes in the dried blood, the dark grease, and the dirt smeared all across my pale face."B-boss... you look like hell," he whispers with a weak attempt at a joke, flashing a tiny and lopsided smile.The brave smile immediately drops when a fresh wave of blinding pain hits his injured side.He sucks in a sharp and ragged breath through his teeth, and his left hand instinctively reaches across his chest.He tries to clutch the heavy bandages wrapping his right shoulder to apply pressure to the dull ache."Do not

"Thomas told us to use the mounted machine gun to shred the submissive, because he knew the Triad would fall apart from the grief of losing their mate," the recording continues.I watch the Southside captains react to the undeniable truth, and any lingering sympathy they held for the rebellion evaporates into thin air.They realize this mutiny was never about fighting for their independence or preserving their legacy.Thomas just sold them out to a rival cartel for his own selfish gain, and he willingly ordered a hit on a young Boss who did nothing but try to unite our fractured families."T-that is a fake recording, and they are using artificial intelligence to trick you!" Thomas stammers in a sudden panic, yanking hard against his heavy chains."Vincent Rossi gave you stolen weapons to deplete our loyalist numbers in a messy firefight, and then he planned to sweep in today to slaughter whatever was left of your rebel faction," I announce in a loud and booming voice."You led your ow

I step closer to the wide mirror and rest my dirty hands on the cold edge of the marble sink, and I lean forward to examine the delicate skin of my neck.Three distinct sets of bite marks rest along my pale throat and my right shoulder, and the bruised patterns map out the exact moments my Alphas claimed me to save my life.Rhett bit the sensitive curve of my neck to shield me from the other bosses during our very first Triad meeting, and his heavy claim protected me from their cruel judgment.Seth marked my collarbone to ground my panic during a terrifying interrogation in the basement, and his grounding venom helped me find my courage when I felt so small and weak.Dean sank his teeth into my shoulder to calm my racing heart after the cartel attacked our borders, and his gentle claim gave me the logical clarity I needed to lead our forces into battle.Those desperate bites were temporary measures designed to protect me in a time of intense crisis, and the evidence of their dominant

"I am going to take my time with you, sweet boy, because this is a sacred ritual and I refuse to rush the process," I promise him with a dark growl.I lean forward and press an open-mouthed kiss against the center of his chest, right over his frantically beating heart.I trail hot kisses down his stomach and along the inside of his thighs, worshipping every single inch of his pale skin with a slow and agonizing reverence.He survived ten years of pure hell locked in a basement, and he deserves to be treated like a divine creature for the rest of his life.I run my large, calloused hands up the sides of his waist, marveling at the gorgeous contrast between my dark, heavily tattooed arms and his delicate frame.I trail my lips over the sharp jut of his hip bone, pressing a firm kiss against the tender skin before moving lower."You did so good tonight, Beau, and we are so damn proud of the King you have become," Rhett murmurs from above, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet room.