All Chapters of Mated To Three Possessed By One : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raven POV We kept walking through the town.My heart ached with each step, sinking deeper with every sunken face, every hollow stare that met mine. The air itself felt heavy—grief and hopelessness clinging to it like fog.Children with dirt-smudged cheeks huddled beside shuttered stalls, their eyes too old for their small faces. Women clutched their cloaks tighter, whispering to each other in low, defeated voices. And the men… the men didn’t even look up. Like they had already given up.We turned a corner.A shout rang out, followed by a sharp thud.My eyes snapped toward the alley, where two older boys shoved a younger one against the wall. His clothes were torn, a thin stream of blood trailing from his lip.“Hey!” I yelled before Rowan could stop me. Fury surged up like wildfire as I stormed forward. “Let him go!”The boys froze.They turned slowly, eyes raking over me with something between amusement and disbelief. One of them stepped forward, looking cocky, sizing me up like I

Raven POV When I didn’t say anything, his hand came up, fingers curling gently—but firmly—around my neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath catch.He pulled me closer, his eyes locked onto mine like a challenge.And then he kissed me—rough, hungry, like he was claiming every part of me I’d tried to keep hidden. Like silence was permission.My hands braced against his chest, unsure if I was pushing him away or holding on tighter.But I didn’t stop him.I couldn’t.His lips were on mine, pulling, tugging, stealing the very breath from my lungs. Heat surged through me in dizzying waves, my hands tangled in his damp hair as the sound of the running shower echoed around us like a rhythm only we could hear.“I want you so much, Raven,” he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse, thick with longing. His hands cradled my face like I was something fragile, precious.My eyes met his, steady despite the storm inside me. “Then take me,” I whispered, the words falling from my l

The Queen POV Far from the lands of Crescent Silver Pack…The throne was carved from obsidian and bone, jagged like teeth, rising high above a floor of polished black stone that reflected firelight in eerie, flickering shadows. A heavy silence sat over the chamber, broken only by the soft hum of something ancient. At its center, she sat.A woman of such breathtaking beauty that even the torches seemed to bend toward her, desperate for her attention. Her skin was smooth and pale as moonlight, untouched by time. Long, ink-dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she combed it with slow, graceful movements, each stroke like a ritual. Her fingers were delicate, but something about them whispered of ruin.Her eyes—green like the heart of a forest in spring—were striking, mesmerizing… and completely dead. No warmth or mercy showed in them. She looked down at the small white flower growing from the stone floor. It was the only sign of life in the darkroom—delicate, its petals just

Raven POVWe pressed deeper into the Whispering Woods, the air growing heavier with each step. The trees weren’t just tall—they loomed. Their trunks twisted like writhing bodies, knots forming shapes too close to human faces. Some were frozen in silent screams. Others just watched.Liora swallowed hard. “Rowan didn’t slow, but I saw the way his jaw tightened. “Stay close,” he ordered, his voice low, controlled.I was already sticking close to him, but now, I moved even nearer.Liora took a shaky step back. “We need to hurry. How are we even supposed to find the biggest tree in this—”Then I heard a whisper.A low hissing directly in my ear.I spun around so fast I nearly tripped. But there was nothing. Just trees and darkness.But I felt it. Cold breath against my skin.I turned back to Rowan, my pulse hammering. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but his hand found my wrist. A grounding touch.“We don’t stop,” he said firmly. “We keep moving.”I nodded. I understand him

Ansel’s POVThe morning air was crisp, the kind that seeped into your bones if you stood still too long. The horses snorted, shifting impatiently as my men secured their weapons. The steady clang of metal and murmured conversations filled the clearing.“Are we expecting a fight?” Elias asked, adjusting the strap of his sword.I finished tightening the buckles of my gloves. “We don’t know what to expect.”Kelvin’s last visit still lingered in my mind—his cold warning, the smug certainty in his eyes. Bow to the Queen, or die. It wasn’t just a threat; it was a promise.Yet he had vanished after that, retreating to whatever wasteland he called home. That was why we were going. Not to fight, but to find answers. If he had turned his back on his people, we needed to know why. And if he was still there… he owed us explanations.“Mount up,” I ordered.The men obeyed without question. Within minutes, we were riding, hooves kicking up dust as we moved toward the lands Kelvin had once ruled.T