Todos os capítulos de Three Alphas, One Broken Luna : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 69

Erica's POV An awkward silence hung in the air. It wasn't the kind of uncomfortable silence that makes you want to fidget or run for the door. It was just tense, heavy, like the room itself was holding its breath. Maybe it was because we were stuck in this small space, the air thick and him, god, he was attractive, too attractive. The kind of guy who could make you forget your own name for a second, if you weren't careful. His dark hair was a mess, but in that perfect way, like he had just run his fingers through it in frustration. Or maybe it just grew that perfectly. His jawline was criminal, sharp enough to cut glass, and his eyes, damn it, his eyes. He had this lazy, heavy, littered stare that made you feel like he could see things you didn't even know about yourself. His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up, showing off fo

Chris's POV for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare, frozen as Erica approached us with Alpha Gabriel. It wasn't just that she was wearing a guy's clothes. The shirt was ridiculously large on her tiny frame, and the sweatpants dragged around her ankles. She was wearing his clothes, mine. My wolf howled in my head, urging me to rip those clothes right off her body. But I forced myself to stay rooted to the spot. As she got closer, a thousand different scenarios flashed through my mind. How did she know Gabriel? Why had she gone to the Shadow Pack? And why was she wearing his clothes? Why were they whispering to each other like they were sharing some damn secret? A wave of pain hit me, so sharp and full of jealousy that I wanted to rip Gabriel's head right off his shoulders.

Chris POV We filed into Max's room. Each of us staking out our own spot. I went straight for the mini bar and poured myself a glass of dry gin. Max stood at the window, staring out, while Ken leaned his back against the wall. We all. Fell silent, each of us waiting for someone else to speak, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. I knew we had to talk. We had to deal with what happened back in my room. The problem was, who the hell was going to go first? We all kissed Erica, we touched her, we pleasured her, and it sure seemed like we all enjoyed it. I wasn't in my right mind. Ken suddenly said. Breaking the silence, I glanced over at him, my brow furrowed, silently, daring him to keep going. It was my wolf. He added stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He pushed me. I didn't really want to. Max scoffed quietly from the window, but didn't turn aroun

Erica's POV it had been a day since I got back from the Shadow Pack, and I hadn't left my room.It wasn't like the triplets had grounded me or anything. I just didn't want to leave. I didn't want to see their faces.I just wished they would accept my rejection, be with Becky and let me move on with my life. But no, they were like predators, and I was their prey.I knew they were never going to let me go. Sighing heavily, I pulled away the blanket.Lately, something had felt off. There was a strange feeling inside me, something I couldn't quite explain. But deep down, I knew something wasn't right.I dragged myself out of bed, crossed the room and pushed the curtains aside. I opened the windows and breathed in the fresh morning air.My eyes swept over the packlands, the towering trees and the distant forest. A heavy sigh slipped from my lips.I used to love this place. It was my home once, but now—Now, all I wanted was to forget everything, leave this place behind, and start

Chris's POV The moment Erica stepped into the bathroom, a heavy silence fell over the room.Ken stood rigidly by the bed. Max looked like he was fighting the urge to move, and me, I couldn't—Tear my eyes away from the door. She just disappeared behind it. My wolf was pacing inside me, and my heart was even worse then.The door creaked open. She stepped out, and it felt like time just stopped. The dress had—Hugged her body perfectly, like it was made just for her. The midnight blue fabric shimmered with every step, flowing like water. It clung to her waist, highlighting every single curve.The sheer sleeves added a touch of elegance, and the neckline dipped just low enough to make my throat go dry. She looked stunning.No, that wasn't it. She looked like she belonged on a throne, not in some bedroom—like a queen, our queen.I didn't even realize I was staring until Max nudged me in the ribs.“Your mouth, Chris,” he whispered. I ignored him. She stood there in front of us wi