All Chapters of Mated To Three Possessed By One : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Raven POV I felt my knees buckle beneath me, the weight of dread pressing so heavily on my chest that I could barely breathe.“No, no, this can’t be happening,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I slowly sank to the ground. “Please, Ansel,” I begged, my hands pressed together as if in prayer. “I’ll do whatever you want, just—just don’t hurt her. It’s my fault, not hers.”Tears streamed down my face, my vision blurred with desperation. But Ansel only smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he stepped toward me.“So, you wanted to send a little message to Mommy?” he mocked, his voice dripping with venom. “You thought she’d come running to save her precious daughter from the big bad wolves?”I flinched as he crouched down, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. Then, without warning, he slapped me hard enough that my head snapped to the side. Pain exploded across my cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.Rowan and Asher appeared from the

Raven POV As the priestess turned, her silver hair shimmering like the moonlight, she faded into the distance, leaving me standing in the garden, swallowed by the weight of her words. She had given me answers, but they were like keys to a door I wasn’t sure I was ready to open.“I must go now, Raven,” she had said, her voice as soft as the wind, yet carrying the power of an entire destiny. “But I assure you, we will meet again.”Her words echoed in my ears as I watched her walk away, her figure dissolving into the shadows.With each step she took, I felt the distance grow between us, but something within me burned—a fire that wasn’t there before. I had a purpose now. And with that purpose came the terrifying realization that there was no turning back.I took a deep breath, gathering my strength. The air around me felt heavier, thicker with the weight of what lay ahead.As I made my way back to my room, the palace, once a place of cold stone and empty promises, now seemed like a pris

Rowan POV I felt bad lying to Raven, but this was something I had to do on my own.This mission wasn’t normal—the chances of survival were nearly zero. Dragging my mate into this wasn’t an option. No matter how much I wanted her beside me, I refused to let her share this burden.Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a piece of parchment and a pen, my hands steady as I scrawled a short letter to my brothers.By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. Don’t come after me. This is something I have to do.I folded the letter neatly and placed it on my bed, knowing someone would find it and deliver it. There was no point in meeting them face-to-face—if I did, they’d try to stop me, and I couldn’t afford any distractions.Moving quickly, I gathered a change of clothes, filled a satchel with water, and grabbed a few pieces of dry bread from the kitchen. No one questioned me as I moved through the palace halls, my steps quiet and purposeful.Finally, I reached the doors leading outside. The early mo

Raven POV When I woke up the next morning, Rowan wasn’t by my side.I turned left, then right, my heart picking up speed when I didn’t see him. Sitting up quickly, I scanned the campsite, my pulse hammering in my ears.No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t just leave me—would he?Panic started to creep in, my wolf stirring restlessly in the back of my mind. I was about to storm off and track him down when I saw a figure approaching from the trees.Rowan.My breath caught as relief washed over me. His curly hair was damp, falling over his face, drops of water trailing down his sharp jawline.He looked fresh like he had just taken a bath, the early morning sun casting a glow over his bare skin.I swallowed hard and walked toward him. “I thought you left.”He arched a brow, amused. “No, I just went to bathe.” He slung his damp shirt over his shoulder, glancing at me. “Hurry up and bathe as well. We have a long way to go today.”I hesitated for a second before nodding, brushing some of my tangled

Raven POV It lunged at me.Fear locked my body in place, my limbs frozen as if the very air around me had turned to stone. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst from my chest. Sweat drenched my clothes, cold against my skin, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think.This was it. I am going to die here.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the inevitable—the tearing of flesh, the sharp bite of pain. There was no way I could survive an attack from a creature like that.But the attack never came.Instead, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air, followed by the sound of claws tearing through something unnatural.My eyes flew open just in time to see a massive, breathtakingly beautiful wolf launching at the shadowy beast. Rowan.His silver fur gleamed under the moonlight, his muscles flexing as he drove his claws into the creature. But the moment he struck, it disintegrated—vanishing into a swirling mass of smoke