Alle Kapitel von Fated To 3 Dangerous Alphas : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

The heavy double doors of the Alpha’s private sanctuary were thrown open before Guard Commander Garrett could even knock.​"In," Garrett growled, shoving my shoulder so hard I stumbled across the threshold, my boots sliding on the polished dark mahogany floor.​The door slammed shut behind me, the heavy brass lock clicking into place with a sound like a prison bolt firing home.​The air in the room was suffocatingly hot, thick with the scent of crushed cedar, iron, and lethal Alpha aura. A crystal decanter lay shattered against the stone fireplace, dark whiskey dripping down the hearth like dried blood. Heavy velvet drapes were ripped half off their iron rods, throwing long, jagged shadows across the room.​Standing in the center of the wreckage was Alpha Malakai.​He wore no shirt, only black tactical trousers tucked into heavy leather boots. His back was to me—broad, massive, and crisscrossed with silver combat scars that caught the flickering firelight. Every muscle in his broad sh

The heat of her skin burned through the thick leather of Malakai’s tactical gloves.​He cradled Aria against his chest, her head falling limp against his shoulder, her golden hair spilling over his arm like molten sunlight. The scent radiating from her skin had transformed completely—the bitter smell of scorched linen and dirt was gone, replaced by the intoxicating aroma of blooming night-jasmine, raw honey, and pure, concentrated Alpha blood.​"Out of the way!" Malakai roared, shoving past the stunned guards as he carried her across the courtyard toward the master wing.​"Malakai, wait!" Kieran shouted, catching up in long, frantic strides, his face pale, his blue eyes fixed entirely on Aria's unblemished, healed back. "Did you see that? The silver whip disintegrated before it touched her. Her injuries... they healed in seconds!"​"I saw it," Malakai spat, his arms tightening possessively around Aria’s waist. Her small body was soft and warm against his rigid frame, her faint heartbe

"No! Get off me!" I thrashed against the silk sheets, but Silas and Kieran held my arms in an absolute, iron grip.​"Don't fight it, Aria," Silas muttered in my ear, his breath hot, heavy, and ragged against my temple. His fingers dug firmly into my forearm, pinning my wrist above my head. "If Lord Vane’s hounds catch one whiff of Solis blood on you, they won't even wait for a trial. They will incinerate this entire estate."​"Then let them!" I screamed, staring up at Malakai with pure venom in my eyes. "I would rather die than let you put your mark on me!"​Malakai didn't answer. His obsidian eyes flared with a lethal mixture of desperation and dark, obsessive possessiveness. He hovered over me, his massive frame blocking out the light of the amber lanterns, his broad knees pinning my thighs to the mattress.​He cupped the back of my neck with his left hand, his long fingers tilting my jaw upward, exposing the long, delicate line of my throat.​"Forgive me, Empress," Malakai rasped ag