All Chapters of Three Alphas, One Broken Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Erica POV My fingers trembled as I reached into the envelope and pulled out the final piece of paper. It was folded neatly with crisp, deliberate creases. But the moment I touched it, a wave of nausea rolled through me. It was a deep gut-level wrongness. In my soul that this was going to hurt. This was supposed to be. Be my reply, but I never wrote one. Still, I unfolded it, my eyes. Scan the words, and the air rushed out of my lungs. No, no. Oh no, no, this wasn't me. I didn't write this. But. The words felt like knives. Each sentence cutting deeper than the last. They were. Mean, cold, cruel. I couldn't believe anyone would say these things to Chris, not even his worst enemy. But this letter, whoever wrote it was pretending to be me in it. I didn't just turn him down. I tore him apart. I tormented him. The words weren't just sharp. They were engineered to kill. They were designed to hit Chris exactly where he was most vulnerable, perfectly. Crafted to break him, to absol

Max's POV Mate, the word exploded in my head, my wolf screamed, ripping me from a dead sleep. I shot up. From the couch. My eyes flying open. Panic flooded my veins. I launched myself out of the living room and bolted for her bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs, my wolf howling inside me, restless, agitated, and. Terrified. As I rounded the corner to her door, I saw Chris and Ken racing down the hall from the other side, the same raw terror in their eyes. I knew they'd felt it too. Their wolves must have woken them. I didn't wait for them. I threw her door open, but Erica wasn't there. My heart pounded as I stormed into the bathroom, empty. Her scent lingered in the air, but she was gone. I rushed back into her room, desperately trying to connect through our mind link. Nothing. A choked gasp escaped me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it, and tried again, still, nothing but crushing silence. Guards. Chris's panicked roar echoed through the mansion. I can't reach her

Erica POV My legs trembled. My body aching under the weight of fear, exhaustion and the cruel choker that silenced my wolf. I could barely get a breath in. The room was buzzing with the murmurs of men who wanted to own me, who couldn't wait to claim me as their prize. I hated it. I hated how helpless I felt, how utterly powerless I was to stop any of this. The announcer's voice boomed through the hall, thick with a sickening excitement. Next up, we have a rare gem, a virgin who's going to take this precious thing home. The bidding starts now. My heart stuttered, then started hammering against my ribs. This was it? This? One moment would decide the entire rest of my life. Bile rose in my throat. My eyes darted across the crowd, desperately searching for something. Someone to give me a sliver of hope for a wild second. I pictured the triplets showing up like knights in shining armor. But all I saw were hungry eyes, greedy smiles and faces contorted with lust. The bidding kick

Chris's POV my brothers and I shifted our weight impatiently on the creaky wooden floor. Waiting for the Seer to finish whatever the hell she was doing. She'd sent us away last night, said she couldn't see a thing, and to come back today. Sleep. None of us got it. Many we tried, but how could we when our Erica was gone? Snap. By someone with the resources and the balls to waltz on to pack territory, kill our surveillance, and vanish into the night. In a damn helicopter. Maybe my wolf hadn't stopped pacing and growling inside me since it happened. Hadn't showered, hadn't changed. We were still in this. Same sweaty, wrinkled clothes we jumped out of bed in. None of it mattered. Finding her was the only thing that did. The Seer sat cross-legged on a mat, her eyes glowing faintly as she mumbled her ancient chants. The little. Heart reeked of herbs, smoke and old magic. Time stretched, crawling by. My foot started tapping again. Behind me, Max paced, arms crossed, jaw tight. Ke

Erica's POV The Alpha rose from the chair. Slowly, I stood frozen, like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator. My body reacted before I could stop. It. Heat flooding my veins, a low thumb of anticipation, settling deep within me. Take off your clothes, he said. His voice low in commanding I flinched. My eyes wide. No. Oh, I whispered. His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but with certainty. Now. He commanded. My breath hitched something in his tone didn't leave room for refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder. Dragging it down slowly, then the other, the silk slipped off, dropping at my feet. I stood. There, exposed, shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze traveling over every inch of my body. And then I saw it. Desire. Raw, hungry, unfiltered. It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw. Moved one step, then another, until he was in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat