Todos los capítulos de Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Asher’s POVShit… shit… this has got to be the worst day ever.If Kaelen finds out I took that parchment, they will destroy me. Both of them. Right here in this fucking castle. My throat was so dry I couldn't even swallow, and my legs felt like two sack of stones as we walked down the corridor behind Vaelin’s guard."You don't need to come, Prince Kaelen," I said, trying to pull back from his grip on my shoulder.Kaelen didn't even look down at me. He just kept walking, his long black cloak trailing over the floorboards. His thumb pressed firm into my skin to keep me moving beside him. "Nonsense, little gold bird. Where you go, I go.""Wait," I tried again."Please. You really don't need to come."Kaelen paid deaf ears to every word coming out of my mouth. He didn't care that my heart was knocking against my ribs like a trapped rabbit. He just smiled that smooth, arrogant smile of his, completely ignoring my panic. I was terrified of what was going to happen once we stepped through tho

Asher’s POVI think I was having the best dream until hands grabbed my arms.My eyes snapped open. A guard was bent over me, his broad scarred face was inches from mine. Stale grease and old rain clung to his leather coat.Before I could draw a breath, his other hand knotted into my shirt and jerked me straight off the straw.“Get up.”“Let go of me!” I twisted in his grip. My heels dragged across the grit as a second guard caught my left wrist and twisted my arm behind my back. “Where the fuck are you taking me? What did I do?”“Keep your mouth shut if you like your teeth.” The first one drove his forearm into my chest and shoved me toward the open doorway.They hauled me down the narrow corridor. My bare feet scraped the uneven flags. Every time I tried to plant my weight, the guard on my left would yank my arm higher. Doors creaked as we passed. Servants and branded slaves pressed their faces to the iron grates, eyes wide in the amber torchlight.Whispers moved through the hall.“

Asher’s POVA scream tore through the air above me.Then something answered it — a deep booming roar that shook the stone.I flinched hard. My hands clamped onto the rusted bars. Whatever was happening up in the sun was happening fast, and it was bad. Somewhere in another cell, a man started praying under his breath and didn’t stop.The oak doors at the end of the corridor burst open. Boots scrambled down the steps in a mess of shouting. Someone dropped a spear and it clattered loud against the wall. Guards hauled the first gladiator back into the dark.It was the Beta from the Gold House. The one who’d marched out ten minutes ago with his chest out and his sword ready. I barely recognized him. His torso was torn open with deep claw marks and his leather chestplate was shredded to strips.Blood pooled in his collarbone and ran down his side. Two guards dragged his limp body across the dirt and dumped him in an empty cage without care. His head hit the stone, but he didn’t make a sou

Asher’s POVThe talon pressed harder into my chest.I heard my own ribs creak. Pain tore through my torso in white waves and cut off my air. Boreas lowered its hooked beak until those blue eyes were inches from my face. Hot breath blasted over my skin as its jaws opened for my neck. I could see the dark edge of its tongue and smell the blood of the men it had already taken apart.Hell no. Not here. Not like this.I couldn’t push it off. My left side was pinned flat to the stone. Damn it.Every attempt to twist only made the talon dig deeper. But my right hand was free. I dug into the wet sand under my hip, grabbed a fistful of dirt and gravel mixed with other people’s blood, and threw it straight into the gryphon’s left eye.Boreas shrieked. Its head jerked back. Wings lashed hard enough to kick sand into my face and mouth. The talon slipped off my chest for half a second.That was all I needed.I rolled hard left, gasping as air slammed back into my lungs. Blood came up with the coug

Asher’s POVTwo days in Kaelen’s bed had helped my ribs heal. My head was another fucking story.Gods. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the gold mark on Boreas’s brow. Felt Kaelen’s scent still stuck to my collarbone like it had been painted on.This damn silk sheets and soft hands didn’t change what I needed. The arena win had bought me attention and a softer bed, but it hadn’t bought me Xorax’s head.I didn’t need rest. I needed a way to kill King Alpha Xorax.By the third morning, Count Malakor showed up at the royal wing himself. Sharp nose. Grey velvet. Eyes that looked at lower staff like they were livestock. He stood in the doorway and flicked his gaze from the mark on my neck down to my bare feet, lingering long enough to make the claim feel like a stain.“Prince Kaelen may pamper his favorite arena pet,” Malakor said, voice dry, “but non-combatant slaves on the rolls still have to earn their bread. Prince Vaelin wants his war sanctum put in order before tonight’s high coun