AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 181 - 챕터 190

I yield my control without a single ounce of hesitation, melting into the mattress under their touch.I spend my days ruling the Southside syndicate with an iron fist, commanding killers and executing traitors.But in this room, hidden away from the rest of the world, I just want to be taken apart.Seth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, pausing to lick a soothing stripe over my bruised bite mark before biting down harder, claiming it again.I arch my back, a broken moan tearing out of my throat as the primal pleasure floods my senses.“That’s it,” Seth growls against my skin. “Moan for us. Let the whole fucking house know who owns this body.”Rhett forces my thighs wide open, exposing everything. His fingers slide between my cheeks, already slick with the natural lubrication my body produces for them.“So fucking wet already,” Rhett mutters, pushing two thick fingers inside me without warning. “Our perfect little hole, always ready to take alpha cock. You’re going to take

I lean against the wall outside the master suite, listening to the faint murmur of voices coming from inside the bedroom.Downstairs, the massive ballroom is already packed with the city's most dangerous politicians and crime bosses.The string quartet is playing a slow melody, and expensive champagne is flowing freely among our guests.I check my watch and adjust my wire-rimmed glasses, enjoying the brief moment of quiet before the real chaos begins.The bedroom door opens with a soft click, drawing my attention away from the distant music.Rhett steps out first, his tall frame clad in a flawless black tuxedo, but my eyes immediately snap to the man standing right beside him.Beau looks absolutely breathtaking.He wears a dark, custom-tailored suit that hugs his lean shoulders and perfectly accents his sharp, aristocratic cheekbones.But it is the solid platinum collar resting against his throat that makes my pulse hammer hard against my ribs.The crests of the Northside Triad and th

"Then he can run our new cybersecurity division," Dean offers, tapping the cover of the file. "I already drafted his employment contract. He gets a corner office on the top floor and a massive raise."I smile, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over my heart.My friends are safe, my territory is secure, and my future is guaranteed."Alright," I murmur, looking at the silver fountain pen resting on the wood. "How does this work?"Dean reaches into his tailored suit pocket and pulls out a small silver blade.He sets it on the desk right next to the contract."Unscrew the top of the pen," Dean instructs, his tone shifting into that calm, clinical cadence he uses when managing our operations.I pick up the pen and twist the silver cap, revealing a small glass reservoir filled with dark black ink."Now use the blade," Dean continues, holding my gaze steady. "Just a single drop is enough."I pick up the small knife.The polished metal is cold against my skin, but I do not hesitate for

"Your pheromones... they smell so different today, Beau. Sweeter. Richer."I laugh softly, shaking my head at his intense expression.I reach up and gently push his broad chest, stepping back just enough to smooth the lapels of my velvet jacket."It is just the new cologne I put on after my shower," I tell him, offering a relaxed smile. "Dean left a glass bottle on the bathroom counter, and I used a few sprays before I got dressed."Seth frowns slightly, his hazel eyes tracking the movement of my hands.He takes another slow breath, testing the air between us before he finally gives a reluctant nod."I suppose that makes sense," Seth murmurs, though he still looks a little distracted by the scent clinging to my skin. "It just caught me off guard.""We can figure out my cologne later," I remind him, gesturing toward the open archway leading out to the grand staircase. "We have a party to attend."Rhett steps into the light, his slate-blue eyes sweeping over us to make sure we are ready

I stand in the bright stage lights, listening to the clear, steady voice of my beautiful mate echoing across the ballroom.Beau looks absolutely flawless standing behind the wooden podium.He commands the room without even trying, projecting a quiet, lethal authority that keeps the city's most dangerous men hanging on his every word.I watch the corrupt politicians and the rival mob bosses staring up at him with genuine respect.They see the solid platinum collar resting against his throat, and they finally understand that the underworld has a new King.A deep surge of pride swells in my chest, warming the pack bond that connects the four of us.I share a brief, silent glance with Seth and Dean, knowing they feel the exact same triumphant satisfaction.But then the bond suddenly twists inside my chest, hitting me with a sharp, blinding spike of pure nausea.The sensation does not belong to me, and it crashes through my system so fast it nearly makes my own knees buckle.I look at Beau