All Chapters of Fated to the Three Rogue Alpha Brothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RIVER BROWNAll I can feel is the copper metallic taste of my own blood in my mouth.The pain has become tolerable a little but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel sick.That doesn’t mean I don’t feel like my whole body is spliced in two and nothing will ever be the same again.We are running.How I figured that out is because I can feel the fur beneath me tickling my face, getting sticky with my own blood, I can hear whoever is carrying me breathe cold air into the night and while he pants like the clock is ticking.He doesn’t feel like Killian.No, this wolf is smaller. Scared like I am.The wind doesn’t care about me and my rescuer, not at all.Why? Because this is the Goddess laying down her thunder on me.Sealing my fate by ensuring I don’t make it out alive.One minute the wind is caressing my face, the scent of wet grass, exotic herbs and wet fur accosting my senses and the next minute, my rescuer loses his balance.The world spins, like it has been spinning since this torrid night

SHANE KINCAID“Don’t look at me like that. I deserved to do more than slash that bastard in half”The brat props her ass on my desk.Connor chuckles, in a good mood like Neo.“You did good”Neo praising her has nothing to do with the fact that she chopped our father in half in front of us faster than we could shift and rip him apart ourselves.Like a scorned woman, she bested an older omega and that took experience. Hella lot of experience.“Yeah, I did it for Jamie, not you. I mean sure I was and I’m still wrecked by Jamie’s death but how could you have fallen for a trick like that? What? You think River is human? You think just because silver exists, humans also exist?I could have told you myself it was a trap. How…how is she?”“You can check up on her yourself. She’s still sleeping and still mad at us”She should be mad.Should be hurting and we want to be there for her.Last night, she was too weak to fight us all off and we were too adamant on staying in her bed.We stayed.Her

NEO KINCAIDHer head dips back, and Shane’s mouth feasts on her neck as Connor shields her from the throng of people dancing around them.I know that look on my mate.It’s the same look she wears when she comes. The only differences right now are that she’s not drunk, she’s saner than I am right now and she grabs them like she wants them inside her straight away.She sashays her body between them wagging herself like a forbidden fruit and my brothers don’t hold back.We almost lost her and that’s what scares us.That is what is pushing them to act like this. To act like teenagers who can’t wait to be in a girl’s pussy for the very first time.To claim her and imprint on her so that their scents cover her from enemy lines.That’s what we alphas do. We sense danger and we protect. This is them protecting her.Tonight?I see it in Connor’s eyes. I smell it in River’s scent that flogs our whole club more than the booze and the smell of cigarettes hanging in the air.I sense it in Shane.A

RIVER BROWN“You smell so good, baby girl. Almost makes me want to say fuck it and devour you whole right here”The more words they spew the more I feel like I’m melting and there’s nothing that can stop me from falling.The world around us turns non-existent as Shane’s steely hard erection pokes my ass, straining against his pants, trying to reach to the part inside me that craves him so much.Connor doesn’t let me down easy either, his lips claim mine in a dance of fiery passion that has me seeing the stars dance in reckless abandon in front of me.But more than stars, the pressure inside me begging wants to see more than stars with these men, I want to see heaven. I want to scream and beg.‘More. More please’My mind roars.Connor sucks on my tongue tracing my bottom lip, learning how my lips feel like I’m a new schematic to a building he can’t figure out.I can’t figure them out. I can barely figure myself out as I hear Ria…I think call out to me.Shane’s palm gropes my butt, his

CONNOR KINCAIDIf I thought the image of River getting sliced by Christopher Kincaid like she was nothing haunted me, the image of her pretty face sucking on my fingers like they were candy took the cake.Her beauty is that complicated.An enigma as some would say.Haunting if Killian could talk right now.She isn’t exactly a pro at this and that’s what makes me feel the surge of pride in my chest.She could suck my dick the wrong way and I’d still go back for more.That’s how much my princess drives me buck wild. That’s how much I like this woman that the thought of her dying means that the world has nothing to live for.She doesn’t know that though.She wants this. She wants us because she can’t help herself but every time, I look at her eyes, I see her doubts in those mocha eyes, I see her thoughts as clear as the boner on Shane who’s driving like a maniac just to get us home as fast as he can.Neo would probably laugh his ass of at Shane or maybe he would be too caught in our mate