All Chapters of The Alpha Kings’ Curse Breaker: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Gianna’s POVI pushed the door open slowly, feeling the ache in my legs the pulse of the orgasm he’d pulled from me still thrumming through my body. The room was dim with only moonlight streaming in through the curtains and there he was sprawled on the couch like he’d been waiting for me the whole time. He sat up the moment I walked in, his dark eyes locking onto mine. There was something anxious about the way he looked, like he had something to say and couldn’t wait a second longer. I could feel the tension coming off him but I wasn’t ready to deal with him yet. I sank onto the chair farthest from him keeping my distance. I needed it, just a little space though my traitorous body screamed at me to move closer. He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration obvious. He leaned forward his elbows on his knees. “Gianna, I need to tell you.” He started his voice rough and low.I didn’t answer didn’t even blink because I knew whatever he was about to say would piss me off in ways I

Gianna’s POVI woke up feeling hollow, my heart a quiet, fragile thing, trembling with every beat. The weight of everything pressed down on my chest like a hand squeezing the life out of me. My heart was too soft, too eager to love and it had betrayed me again. Why the hell did I think falling for King was a good idea? Why the hell is it that I don’t have control over my heart whatsoever? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my decision as solid as the cold floor beneath my feet. I’d made up my mind. I was going to sleep with King get it out of the way. Just once. Just to know how it felt. And then I’d leave this godforsaken place for good. I couldn’t stay. Not when everything inside me screamed to run. The thought of being here, bound to him watching my heart break little by little, it wasn’t a life. It was a slow death. By nightfall, I was standing outside his door, my hand trembling as I reached for the knob. My mind was chaos, my emotions a war zone. But my body… My

Gianna’s POVThe jet hummed beneath me, a quiet, relentless reminder of the impossible situation I found myself in. I didn’t argue when they led me aboard what was the point? Resistance was futile. The triplets had won just like they always seemed to win everything from birth. They’d taken me, my kids and whatever semblance of freedom I’d thought I had left. Of course, they were stinking rich. Private jet, lavish interiors, attendants who looked like they’d stepped out of a designer magazine… it all screamed power. The kind that crushed anything in its path. I didn’t even look at them as we settled in. I found my seat by the window and stared out at the endless sky, desperate to lose myself in its expanse. Anything to avoid the suffocating tension in the cabin. Kate and Kayden’s laughter bubbled through the space, their innocent giggles an ironic contrast to the storm churning inside me. I couldn’t even be mad at them. They didn’t know better. The triplets had wormed their way i

Gianna’s POVI stepped into the study, the air thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts. The room dimly lit by a single desk lamp felt quieter than I remembered it. The three of them Kane, Klaus, and Keith were all seated around the massive wooden desk their expressions intense and distant like they were lost in their own worlds. It wasn’t the same feeling I used to get when I saw them those cold, detached stares their arrogance always hanging in the air like a thick fog. But now? They were different. Their postures weren’t as rigid as before, their bodies leaned slightly forward in a way that told me they were waiting for something. As soon as they saw me, a collective shift occurred. The change was immediate. Each of them sat up straighter their eyes darting to me like I was the one thing that could fill the empty space between us. It hit me the something had changed in them. Something was differen and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. They were more... present now. The a

Gianna’s POV The exhaustion from the night before finally hit me when I collapsed onto the massive bed in the suite. Sleep came quickly but it wasn’t peaceful. My dreams were a tangle of memories and emotions, flashes of faces and voices that I’d tried so hard to forget. When I finally woke, it was to the soft knock of someone at the door. “Come in” I murmured groggily, sitting up as the door creaked open. A young maid stepped in, her presence oddly familiar. Her dark hair was tied neatly into a bun and she carried herself with an ease that immediately set her apart from the others I’d seen in the palace. My heart stopped when she looked up, her face unmistakable. “Nyx?” I whispered disbelief coursing through me. Her face broke into a warm smile, and before I could process what was happening, she crossed the room and pulled me into a tight hug. “It’s been so long” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think I’d see you again after... everything.” It felt surre