All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alissia POVFor a brief moment, I wonder if he might actually be trying to help me. But then I remember who he is, the calculated menace lurking behind that half-smile. Could he really be helping me? Or was he just trying to win me over, only to turn on me once I’ve spoken?I tilt my head, lips curling into a smirk. There’s no way I’m giving in. Instead, I decide to respond with a rhythm, something completely useless to him—a subtle dig at his arrogance.“Oh, Kozlov, mighty and cruel,You play with fire, but you’re just a fool.You think I’ll break, but here’s a clue—I’m tougher than anything you could do.”Kozlov’s face twists in fury as the mocking rhyme hangs in the air. Salazar groans audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose, as if I’ve just proven every suspicion he had about me.“Did you honestly think asking nicely would work?” Kozlov sneers, shooting Salazar a look of derision.Salazar shakes his head at me, clearly frustrated. “Well, beating her hasn’t worked, has it?” he sn

Demitri POVAs we turn onto the industrial stretch leading to Southcore, Axel parks a block away, out of sight. We exit the car in silence, and I motion for everyone to stick close. With no way of knowing what waits for us inside, we move cautiously, taking cover behind old crates and stacks of rusted metal. The warehouse is surrounded by fencing and debris, long-abandoned, yet there’s a faint glow inside—movement, shadows shifting.We arrive outside the abandoned building. Blake motions to the entrance, his face taut with grim determination, and Lucas is already scanning the area, his jaw set.As we reach the doors, we spot a guard positioned outside, his back to us. Without hesitation, Blake raises his gun, the shot muffled but precise. The man slumps to the ground, and Lucas is already moving forward, pushing open the heavy doors as we slip inside.The stale, heavy air of the abandoned building does nothing to mask the sounds within. From down the corridor, I can hear Arkadi’s low,

Lucas POVAs the doctor disappears down the hall, a weight settles over the room, thick and suffocating. Demitri is silent, standing statue-still as he stares after the doctor. Blake’s pacing has slowed, but every now and then he stops, fists clenched at his sides, eyes flickering with worry. I lean back against the wall, folding my arms, every ounce of patience wearing thin.An hour. Two, maybe five. The words repeat in my head, and I can’t shake the image of Alissia lying there, broken, needing surgery. It feels surreal, like none of this should be happening. She’s supposed to be fine. She’s supposed to be here with us, laughing, or making some sarcastic comment, teasing us about taking things too seriously.“She’ll pull through,” I finally say, though I’m not sure if I’m saying it to them or to myself.Blake lets out a low, frustrated breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “She better. Damn it, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this…helpless.” He shakes his head, his voice almost a whispe

Demitri POVThe silence hangs heavy between us as I tell everyone to hold off on calls, only message if necessary. The word’s out now, spreading like wildfire through our circles—Alissia is mine. Ours. It’s no longer a secret that she’s someone precious, someone worth more than just a job, a title, a place in the underworld. Everyone’s questioning what it means, how it works for the three of us, how this connection might change things. But in reality, it changes very little. We’ll keep working, carrying on as we always have. Alissia will be with us, yes, and we’ll make adjustments to protect her, but that’s it.But as much as I try to focus on the practicalities, a feeling of doubt needles its way into my mind. Her being with us comes with its own risks, risks she shouldn’t have to bear. I can’t ignore that a huge part of her injuries stem from decisions I made, decisions to keep her close, decisions that meant she was marked as ours. Letting her go alone, even to a place as seemingly

Alissia POVBy the time we’re in the elevator, I’m sulking, arms crossed as I stew over the fact that my freedom has been yanked away along with any last shred of dignity.Demitri glances over, sighing loudly, as if he’s dealing with a particularly stubborn child. “Alright, Alissia, what is it you want?”I don’t hesitate. “To be allowed to do things. Alone! I don’t need someone to hold my hand to the bathroom or get me a drink. You’re all going completely over the top here.” I glare for emphasis, hoping they’ll finally take me seriously.The elevator doors open, and Lucas carries me all the way to a chair, placing me down carefully, like I might break if I’m not positioned just right. Just as I’m about to protest, I hear a familiar squeal.“Alissia!” Jenni’s voice is pure sunshine, and she’s already halfway to me when Demitri steps in front, holding up a hand.“Wait,” he says, his voice firm. Instead of letting her pass, he kneels in front of me, his hand reaching up to gently grip my