All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Calla's POVI woke to the smell of dust and old wood, my wrists bound behind a wooden chair, and the first face I braced myself to see was some stranger hired to hold me until a ransom was paid.Instead, I opened my eyes to Mara, sitting across from me in a folding chair like she'd pulled up a seat at a dinner table instead of a kidnapping."You're awake." She said lightly, almost pleased, setting a small tablet down on her knee. "Good. I didn't want to start without you.""Start what?" My voice came out rougher than I wanted it to because my throat was dry, wrists already raw against the rope. "Where am I?""Somewhere none of them will find quickly. That's really all you need to know for now." She crossed one leg over the other, entirely at ease in a way that scared me more than shouting would have."I've spent three years working through other people, Calla. Nyx. Corvin. A vendor contract here, a discretionary account there. It's been slow. It's been careful. And it's gotten me exac

Calla's POVThe alarm meant minutes now instead of hours, and nobody was coming through that door to save me yet, so I stopped waiting for someone else to do it.I worked the rope, angling my wrists against the one place where the knot sat looser than the rest, ignoring the burn against my skin, ignoring the tremor in my hands that fear kept trying to put there.The silver-gold hum stirred low in my chest, uncertain, half-formed, and I reached for it deliberately this time instead of waiting for panic to summon it on its own."Come on," I muttered, teeth gritted, working the knot with fingers gone half-numb. "Not now. I need you now, not when it's convenient."Nothing responded but my own heart thudding in my ears.I kept working the rope anyhow, because power, whatever it truly was, didn't come from patiently waiting for it to arrive.It came from the woods, from Ronan's land, from situations where all I possessed was my own desperate need for something, anything.The rope gave with

Calix's POVKnox was bleeding from nowhere I could find, and three feet away sat a filing cabinet that could end Mara's whole conspiracy in a single night.I had exactly as long as it took smoke to reach us to decide which one mattered more."Go now," Knox said again, pushing himself up onto one elbow. "The smoke's not waiting for either of us to finish arguing about it."I didn't argue. I already knew the answer the second his hand had gripped my wrist, some part of me settling it before my head caught up to my own decision.I hauled him upright instead, his arm slung hard over my shoulders, his weight dragging heavier than I expected from a man who never let himself look weak in front of anyone."The cabinet," Knox said, voice slurring at the edges. "Calix, the file...""Shut up and walk." My voice came out harder than I intended, fear dressing itself up as anger instead of admitting what it actually was. "I'm not leaving you on this floor for a piece of paper."The smoke thickened

Calla's POVI walked into my apartment still smelling like smoke, the adrenaline only just starting to drain out of my legs, and the first thing that greeted me wasn't relief.It was my laptop screen, still open on the counter from that morning, one new email glowing at the top of my inbox.Ashgrove Consulting: Administrative Notice.I set my bag down slowly, some instinct already bracing for whatever waited inside it, and opened it standing up, still in the same clothes I'd been kidnapped in twelve hours earlier.'Dear Ms Rhys, Due to a security breach relating to your safety, Ashgrove Consulting is suspending you from your role on administrative grounds until further internal analysis. This is not a dismissal. Please do not sign on to any organisation systems or touch any client information until further notice.'"Oh, for God's sake." I read the message again, and a third time, wishing the words would somehow make themselves into less stupid phrases. They didn't.Twelve hours ago, I

Knox's POVThe phone rang at seven in the morning, polite and official in a way that put me on edge before I'd even said hello, and by the time the call ended, ten years of building something with my own two hands had started coming apart in real time."Mr. Blackthorn, this is First Meridian regarding your commercial line of credit." The woman's voice stayed friendly, professional, entirely unbothered by what she was actually saying. "We're writing to inform you that your financing has been withdrawn, effective immediately.""Withdrawn." I sat up straighter at the kitchen table, coffee suddenly forgotten in the mug in front of me, muscles contracting all over simultaneously. "I've had that account for six years. Never fallen behind on a bill, never been in danger of doing so.""I empathize with you, sir, but I am unable to comment about the individual rationale of the bank's decision." Her tone remained maddeningly even. "You will be receiving paperwork in the mail within five busines