All Chapters of Mated to Three : Alphas Fight for Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liliana’s POV I stand before Kaden's palace, a grand display and rigid evidence of the authority and legacy of his name. This, a result of the wealth and power he has gathered over the years, decades. I heard of stories told, stories of his grandeur, his might, his empire and power. I heard these stories growing up not knowing I would be a part of it and in the strangest of ways. Slowly, I make my way in. The men standing guard at the wrought iron gates see me and give a slight nod. They know who I am. How could I not? Kaden’s plaything, his bed warmer. Well, I am not his plaything any longer. I am the head of my pack now, I will not yield to Kaden’s demands like a meek little sheep like I once did. Taking in a deep breath, I nod back at the guards and they let me in.  The courtyard is alive with a bustling harmony — merchants trading, servants weavin

Liliana’s POVThoughts run through my head as I stare back and forth between the portrait and the photo in the locket. Perhaps I am overthinking things. Many people look alike, plus the photo in the locket is not that clear at all.Yet, my disquiet remains. Did Evander not say that his mother’s experiment failed? What if the rogue black wolf I saw in the forest was his mother? What if she had dropped the locket?I shake my head at the absurdity of my thoughts. It is true that her experiments may have gone awry, but is she not dead like what Evander said?I start to slip the locket back into my blouse when another thought enters my head. There are so many coincidences, way too many. My fingers trace the outline of the locket and I look at the hint of blue hues along with its intricate carving of a floral pattern, much like the one in the portrait. Surely there are many lockets out there with designs such as these?I shut my eyes, trying to remember the encounter with the black rogue in

Liliana’s POVI am back at mom’s old cottage, in the sanctuary of the Woodlands. All is quiet as I walk through the cream-coloured door, mom’s favourite colour when she was still alive. I enter the tiny kitchen, the room is sparse with only two chairs and a plain wooden dining table. The place is lit by a single lamp that has bad wiring. The light flickers as I slump into one of the chairs. I bite my lips and rest my head in my palm. My head gets heavy and dizzy almost immediately as the weight of governing both Woodlands and Azure sinks in. Once I had thought that with Anotonio, Bella and her mother out of the picture, things would have been easier. But now I know that I am wrong.Can I even do this? Can I guide the packs through this financial crisis and bring them a season of peace and prosperity that grandpa once did? I cannot even afford to pay taxes to Landon’s pack. I shake my head and pull at the roots of my hair. At this point I begin to doubt myself, the power I thought I

Liliana’s POVRight now, I hate myself, I really do.I am in conflict with myself between despising succumbing to desire and the thoughts that crave Landon's, touch. He wraps his hands around my waist and draws me to his lap where I sit and clash my lips with his.A tear slips out of my eye. I am fighting a losing battle with myself. “Landon, I want you, but I cannot, I must not. Not after all that has happened…”“You can Liliana, you just have to open your heart. You know you want me just as much as I want you.”“But…”“No buts.” He kisses me again, gentler this time and I am reminded of our first night together. I remember how it felt to have his skin against mine, I remember how it felt to make love to him, I remember every caress, every kiss, every thrust, and how he emptied his seed into me.“Just this once, just this once let us not think about anything else. Just this once, let us answer the call of our deepest desires.”All logic flies out the window and I find myself kissing

Liliana’s POV I awake from a deep slumber to soft morning hues that break through the curtains, and immediately, a sense of deja vu hits me. This reminds me of my twenty-first birthday, the day I woke up in Landon’s arms. Only this time, he sits by the bed that I lie on. Confusion grips me momentarily until I remember what happened last night. My surroundings come into focus, and I find myself covered in the pleasing embrace of Landon’s warm blanket. His scent fills my senses and I dare a peek at the man who had mated me. Landon – he sits by the window in an armchair, completely absorbed in the light on his phone. He is wearing a crisp white polo shirt and khaki pants. The morning sun illuminates him like a golden halo and as much as I hate to admit it, I cannot help but marvel at the sight of his rugged charm. His features are sculpted, e