All Chapters of Unwanted But Mated To Three Alpha Kings : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Asher's POVMorning came, and the dragon was still attached to her like a leech.I'd been patient about it. I let it sleep curled on her chest all night without complaint. I ignored the burnt patch on Ansel's sleeve. I even ignored the way it hissed every time Rowan leaned too close to the bed, like he was the threat in the room instead of the scrawniest newborn creature I'd ever seen. But it was breakfast now, and the thing was sitting in Raven's lap under the table, claws hooked into her dress, tail wound around her wrist, staring at me across the spread of food like I was the enemy.The kitchen staff had brought everything out. I'd already pushed her plate closer because she was trying to manage a fork one-handed. The dragon refused to let go of her other hand. Every time she shifted, it tightened its grip."You're eating too slowly," I muttered, watching her struggle with a piece of bread she couldn't cut."It's fine," she whispered, scratching the top of its head with her free

Rowan's POV I told myself it wasn't a lie. Not really."I told you," I said, too flat. "It was just her playing with words."Asher didn't move. He was still on the floor with me, his hand pressed over mine where it clutched my chest, feeling the unnatural heat radiating underneath."That's exactly why she's the greatest mage in the kingdom," he said quietly. "Because she plays with words. But we both know she never lies or says words carelessly.” I didn't answer, because he was right, and we both knew it. Maya never said anything without three meanings stacked inside it. When she'd said what she said during the festival, her eyes had dropped to my chest for half a second, like she could see straight through my shirt to the thing burning underneath it. I'd gone cold to the bone right there in the middle of the celebration.Asher's grip tightened slightly, like he could feel my mind wandering off somewhere he couldn't follow."Rowan." His voice cut through it. "Hey. Earth to Rowan."

Raven's POVI arrived at the training grounds before Rowan did.I'd changed into the training clothes Ansel had left outside my door, and tied my hair up badly, loose strands already falling around my face. The grounds were empty, the grass still heavy with dew. I sat on the low stone wall and swung my legs, hands tucked under my thighs.I was nervous.Special abilities training sounded like something big, something I wasn't ready for. I still got dizzy if I shifted too fast. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to find underneath that. To be honest, I don’t even feel like anything special. The door to the grounds opened.Rowan came in looking much better than he had that morning. "Are you okay?" I said immediately, standing. "You skipped breakfast."He waved it off, hands sliding into his pockets as he crossed the grass toward me. "I'm fine. I wasn't hungry and had to sort something out with Asher."I frowned but didn't push. "Okay."He stopped in front of me and rolled his shoulders

Rowan's POVI held my hand out. She took it and closed her eyes without being told this time.My thumb brushed over her knuckles. I didn't mean to do it. I only noticed when she went still for half a second.I kept going anyway."Same thing," I said. "Don't force it."She breathed out. The cold came slower than before. It crept across my skin, soft and careful, and a thin layer of frost spread over the back of my hand where our fingers were joined.It didn't hurt. It felt good, actually.The fire in my chest had been a low, steady ache since this morning. Right now it was quiet. I didn't know why. I decided not to think about it."Better," I said. "Much better."Her eyes opened. She looked at the frost, then up at me. "Does it hurt?""No."She watched it melt against my warmth. Water beaded on my skin and slid between our fingers. Then she nodded, pleased and a little shy about it.I let go of her hand. It took more effort than it should have."Again," I said. "On your own this time.

Rowan's POVNobody said anything for a moment; I stared at the map.Midnight Howl and Storm Moon sat close together, near the top of the parchment. They were two of the largest packs in the kingdom. They were also the closest to the capital.I traced the line between the black marks with my eyes. Then I traced it again."They were hit hardest," I said slowly. "And they're the nearest to us."Ansel looked at me. "You think it's moving this way.""I think someone drew this map for a reason."Nobody argued."Casualties?" I asked."Twelve in Midnight Howl," Joren said. "Eight in Storm Moon. We're still waiting on reports from the others."Twenty dead. And that was only two packs.The room went quiet again. Ansel's hands were fisted on the table. His knuckles had gone pale. I knew that look. He was picturing his own people lying in those fields."Since when?" Asher asked. He still hadn't moved from the window. "When did this start?"Elias cleared his throat. "About two weeks ago. At first,