All Chapters of My Three Complicated Mates : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ZED’S POV My blood was humming like a live wire beneath my skin. And even after a whole two days, it didn't stop. Ever since we pulled ourselves out of those tunnels, ever since I caught the sharp, unmistakable glint of gold flashing in Cade’s eyes while he held Rayna, something wild and primal inside me had snapped. It was almost as though a switch I hadn't ever realised was there, had been flipped inside my head and it had triggered another emotion I'd never ever felt before in my life. The quiet, calculated control I had spent years perfecting shattered completely, replaced by a dark, feral instinct that roared in my ears continuously. Right then, I knew I couldn't tolerate the thought of her near Cade. I couldn't tolerate the thought of her near any other male. The realization had hit me with the weight of an iron vault: Rayna was mine. She was my mate. I'd been laying on my bed after school on Friday when it hit me, and the certainty burned in my gut with exciting

RAYNA'S POV The sensation of his lips against my throat felt euphoric, like it was electrifying every nerve ending in my body, sending a violent wave of heat straight down to my toes. My legs completely gave out. Zed’s heavy arm tightened around my waist as his warm breath washed over my skin. I was panicking. And it was hot and sharp in my chest, cutting through the dizzying rush of pleasure. I slammed my palms against his broad chest, putting every ounce of strength I had left into shoving him back. “Get off me!” I gasped, scrambling backward until my back hit the foot of Jamie’s bed. Zed staggered back a half-step, but he didn't fall. His chest was heaving, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made the small dorm room feel suffocating. “Ray, listen to me…” “No! Shut up!” I yelled, pulling the collar of my sweater up to cover the skin he had just touched. My whole body was trembling, my pulse hammering wildly in my ears. “I don't want to hear it! You’re out of y

RAYNA'S POV The ceiling of my dorm room had forty-seven faint hairline cracks in the plaster. I knew because I had counted every single one of them four times over. Silence hung heavy in the room, but it wasn't even the comfortable kind. Late afternoon sunlight bled through the sheer curtains, casting long, bruised shadows across the floorboards. I lay sprawled on my back under the duvet, staring up at the white expanse, trying with everything inside me to piece my broken walls back together. It’s just stress, I told myself, clutching the blanket over my collarbone. It’s some kind of dark magic in the school air. It’s a reaction to stress. I rehearsed the excuses in my head like a desperate script, trying to strengthen the crumbling fortress of my denial. I wanted so badly for none of it to be real. I wanted so badly to believe I was just a human girl who had simply stolen an admission letter, gotten caught in a playground of rich psychos, and lost her mind under the pressure.

TIO'S POV The heavy silver cuffs bit into my wrists like liquid fire, eating through skin and muscle down to what felt like the bones. Every breath I took was a wheeze that sounded like wet gravel dragging through my lungs. My hands were chained above my head, suspended from an iron hook in the damp stone ceiling of my father’s basement, leaving my toes barely brushing the cold, filthy concrete floor. Sweat and grime dripped steadily from my fingertips, splashing onto the floorboards with consistent sounds that were slowly driving me out of my fucking mind. My head lolled forward, my chin resting heavily against my collarbone as I fought against the suffocating gray haze threatening to pull me under again. Don't pass out. If you pass out, you might not wake up. All this for a girl. A girl with wild, a mane of fiery red curls, defensive blue eyes and a pouty mouth full of razor blades who shouldn't even matter to me at all. My father probably already knew I wasn't going to easily

RAYNA'S POV I blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, coming out of a deep, dreamless sleep to find myself pinned securely against Tio’s chest. His heavy arm was still thrown over my waist, his long fingers casually hooked into the hem of my shirt, keeping me anchored while his chest rose and fell in a steady breathing pattern against my back. My senses tingled suddenly at the sounds my ears were picking up. At first it was just a very low clack clack But then it grew closer. And I could tell it was the sound of footsteps echoing down the empty corridor outside my door. My eyes snapped wide open, my pulse giving a nervous, anxious flutter in my throat. Students of opposite genders were not supposed to spend the night together, and it was bad that Tio was the one in my room…even worse that I already had a terrible reputation here. No one could see this or find out about it. I shifted, trying to slip out from under his heavy arm, but the seco