All Chapters of Unwanted But Mated To Three Alpha Kings : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Raven's POV"—and that's why you must keep your chin up," Mina was saying, fussing with the last stray wave at my temple. "No matter who looks at you. No matter what they whisper."The door opened before she could finish.Rowan came in first, mid-sentence, already saying something to the brothers behind him. The words died in his mouth. His eyes started at the hem of my dress, where the silver silk pooled against the floor, and climbed slowly, past my waist, past the pearls at my throat, until they found my face. The intense look on his face instantly made me feel weak. My wolf was reacting inside of me, wanting to submit to this man in front of me. Wanting me to beg him to take me out of this dress and use me. Ansel stepped in after him and stopped just as short. He wore the same stunned look, his soft lips parted, like someone had knocked the air clean out of his chest. He blinked, raising his hand as if to touch me before bringing it down. I gulped when my eyes went to his lips a

Raven's POVI paused, feeling sweat trickle down my spine. I didn't want to turn around. I knew that voice.But I would not let her intimidate me in my own territory. No matter how fake the engagement between me and the triplets is, I was still their mate and the Luna of this pack. Until the kingdom had a king, I was still needed, and I intended to use every bit of the power that gave me. I had Ara. I had my mates. I wasn't going to cower.I turned to face them with nothing showing on my face at all.Cassandra stood there, her arm linked through Matthew's, looking as beautiful as ever. Her black hair was pinned into an elegant style threaded through with pearls, the kind of arrangement that announced her importance before she'd said a single word.My eyes moved to Matthew. The man who was supposed to have been my mate, whom I'd once believed I would spend eternity with. I watched his gaze travel over me, watched the shock cross his face as he took in everything I'd become.All I felt

Raven's POVMy hands fisted in the silver silk. "Leave me alone, Cassandra.""You leave me alone," she snapped, stepping closer, grabbing my wrist. Her nails dug in, hurting me. "You ruined everything. Now you parade around in silver like you're better than me."I tried to pull free. "You're hurting me.""Am I?" She shoved me, hard, both hands slamming into my shoulders. "You hurt me first just by being born."We struggled at the edge of the pavilion, the cliff wind whipping strands of hair loose from my careful waves. She shoved again, and I shoved back. I was trying my best not to hurt her; I just wanted her hand off me. Why did she have to make it so difficult?Her slipper slid on the damp grass, and she stumbled, and, trying to catch herself, she dragged me sideways with her, not off the edge, just close enough that my stomach dropped for one sick second before I found my footing again.I tore free and turned away from her, toward the lights and the noise of the festival, my ches

Raven's POVI kept crawling until the rock opened up.One second I was pressed flat against stone. Next, my hands hit wet grass. I dragged my body out of the crack; it felt like my whole bones were breaking, but if I didn’t push through the smoke, it would definitely kill me here. Eventually I fell forward onto my face.Cold air hit me. It smelled like rain and salt.If you didn’t know better, it was almost like nothing was burning at all.I lay there and pulled all the fresh air into my lungs, breath after breath. My throat felt scraped raw. My dress was torn from the hem to my knee, streaked with soot and blood and green moss. My palms were shredded.The dragon was still wrapped around my hand. Its tail had not loosened once."We're out," I told it. My voice came out as a rasp. "We're out."It chirped, small and thin, and pressed its snout into my wrist.Good, Ara said. Now don't lie there. You look dead. Death is what she's hoping for.I pushed myself up onto my elbows. The cliff

Rowan's POVMy whole body ached to be near her while she danced.She gave everything to the dance. More than anyone standing in that field had expected from her, more than I'd expected myself, if I was honest. The scent rolling off her by the time she finished hit me low in the gut, sharp and sweet, and I hated how much it affected me. How much I wanted to cross that field and put my hands on her in front of every pack in the kingdom."She shines, doesn't she?" Ansel took a slow drink beside me, his eyes locked on her the same way mine were."Don't lose your head, brother," Asher said coldly. "Remember why she's here."He lowered the glass and looked at him properly. "If she finds out, we might lose her forever. Even if she's the one who has to choose, I don't like keeping her in the dark about it.""Then how is she supposed to choose without bias?""It's funny," Ansel said, "how worried you are about this, when you treat her the most like a prick at this rate. Are you even sure she'