All Chapters of The Alpha Kings’ Curse Breaker: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus

King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively

Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b

Gianna’s POVSilence stretched between us and it is thick and suffocating which was only broken by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was just blood rushing to everywhere in my body. Really, this is all happening so fast. King stood in front of me, unbothered, his stance relaxed like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous. His golden eyes flickered with something dark and something amused as he stared at my mates who were now seething. Klaus took another step into the room, his stormy grey gaze locked onto my throat onto the mark King had left there. His expressin twisted with something savage, something feral and then his lips curled back into a snarl. “What the fuck did you do?” Keith’s breathing was harsh, his fingers twitching at his sides as though he was seconds away from lunging. Kane, on the other hand was too still, his gaze was cold as steel, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. I swallowed hard, my body rigid. King

Gianna’s POVThe silence of the night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak as I followed the triplets through the dimly lit corridors, my mind a storm of thoughts and stupid emotions. My heart pounded in my chest with a strange mix of anticipation and something far darker. This wasn’t just about them anymore. This wasn’t just about the past or the wounds they had left behind. This was about me and about taking control, about finding something beyond the chaos that had swallowed me latly. When we reached the chambers, I didn’t pause or hesitate. I moved past them and straight toward the two tiny figures curled up on the massive bed. Kate and Kayden. My babies. My reason. Their soft breaths filled the room, their innocence untouched by the wreckage of my world. My chest ached as I stepped closer, brushing my fingers lightly over their foreheads. They stirred, their sleepy eyes fluttering ope and when they saw me, their drowsy smiles filled me with warmth I didn’t think I could sti