Todos los capítulos de Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Vaelin’s POVI pushed the heavy iron portal open. Freezing air rushed out from my father’s subterranean sanctuary and bit my skin.My father was lying back on the bed at the far end of his private sanctuary, his silver hair spilled across the dark headboard like ink. He didn’t move as I stepped across the threshold, but the crushing weight of his presence filled every corner of the room, enough to choke a lesser man.I stopped near the foot of the bed. My heart hammered a furious irregular rhythm against my ribs.What the fuck is he doing down here in the dark? Why isn’t he up in the royal apartments reviewing the border reports?I took a sharp breath through my nose to steady my pulse, and the air hit the back of my throat. My eyes narrowed.Winter ash and crushed pine filled the room, carrying the unmistakable weight of Father’s alpha dominion. Beneath it lingered something else, a faint, sickeningly sweet trace of warm skin and musk that had no business existing in this tomb of sto

Asher’s POVThe gold silk chafed against the fresh dark bruises on my hip.Every step up the wide marble dais sent a dull throbbing ache through my lower back, but I kept my spine straight, my chin level, and my hands folded neatly inside the oversized bell sleeves of my tunic. Kaelen walked half a step ahead of me, his velvet cloak sweeping the polished floor as his alpha aura radiated authority.The Great Hall was not merely hosting a feast. It was suffocating beneath a silence so heavy that even breathing seemed like an interruption.The high vassal lords of the Western Empire began entering through the tall doors, each one arriving with his guards and household banners. Some exchanged quiet greetings as they crossed the hall, while others barely acknowledged the people already seated. Their clothes were rich, their jewelry heavy, and the rings on their fingers carried the marks of houses that had ruled their lands for generations.Servants moved between the tables, pulling out ch

Asher’s POVKaelen set me down on the edge of the mattress with a gentleness that made my chest ache. His hands, still stained with Garrick’s blood, hovered near my shoulders for a second before he turned toward the washstand, pouring hot water into a silver basin and snapping a clean linen towel from the rack.My pulse was still hammering against my ribs. I sat there in the dim firelight, tunic torn and damp against my left thigh. The Great Hall felt a world away, but the crack of Garrick’s neck still sat in my ears, and the ache between my legs still sat deeper than that.Kaelen knelt between my knees on the thick rug. He didn’t speak. The tight muscles of his jaw slowly relaxed, the murderous alpha aura that had consumed him downstairs settling into a quiet heat that filled the space between us.Slowly his fingers reached out and gathered the hem of my gold silk tunic, pulling the fabric higher, pushing it past my knee until the deep angry tear near my upper inner thigh was fully e

Asher’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, but my hands didn't shake. Keeping my breathing even, I slid the leather folder into the false slot, clicked the wood flush with my palm, and grabbed the silver water pitcher from the desk.I poured a quick measure into the goblet and turned around.“You were tossing in your sleep, My Prince,” I said softly. “Your brow was burning hot. I went to fetch you water.”Kaelen blinked, his pupils wide and sluggish. He looked from my face down to the cup, his suspicion drowning beneath the thick haze of spiked wine and the sleeping draught.“Water…” he muttered, chin dipping toward his chest.“Drink,” I whispered, crossing to the mattress. I lifted his shoulders just enough to press the rim to his dry lips. He swallowed clumsily, water dripping down his throat.“Lie down,” I urged, easing him back into the pillows. I ran my fingers through his hair, smoothing damp strands back from his forehead. “You need rest.”Kaelen let out a heavy exhale. His

Asher’s POVMy shoulder hit the doorframe as I slipped back into Kaelen’s suite.The latch clicked shut behind me, the sound tiny against the thumping in my ears. I leaned my head against the timber, sucking in shallow, measured breaths until the cold sweat on the back of my neck stopped dripping.I almost had him… I almost fucking had him.Across the room, the hearth fire had collapsed into a pile of dull orange embers. Kaelen hadn't moved an inch. He lay face-down across the velvet covers, one arm hanging off the mattress, fingers brushing the rug, snoring softly.My hip throbbed with a dull, sickening heat where Vaelin had shoved me into the marble balustrade. But beneath the pain, something cold and sharp was settling into my gut.Vaelin’s wall had cracked. I had felt his cock jump against my hip, had seen the wild, starving panic in his eyes right before he shoved me away. He hated me, but his body didn't care about his hatred.A sharp, triple tap on the outer door made my spine