All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LucasI haven’t spoken to Alissia since our first meeting. Been busy, working on our next target. The one who made that threat to her on the dark web? I figured out who he is—Ryan Jenkins. I’ve kept her out of it for now. She doesn’t need to be involved yet, not until I’m sure it’s safe. Jenkins is a wildcard, the kind of guy who dabbles in everything but masters nothing. A hacker, a stalker, a rapist, a murderer—he’s sloppy, all over the place. But he’s dangerous enough to get away with it because he has money and connections. He can pay off the right people to make evidence disappear, and walk free every time he screws up.He’s been on my radar ever since he threatened her. The problem is, I can’t afford to let him see her—he could make a move, and I can’t risk that. I’ve been watching him, planning. Normally, I’d take my time, but every day Jenkins is alive is another day Alissia is at risk. And I can’t have that.She’s bold, reckless even, but I doubt she realizes the kind of dang

Alissia POVSitting between Lucas and Demitri feels like being wedged between two ticking time bombs, both set to explode at the slightest provocation. I’m exhausted—not just from the lack of sleep, but from the constant bickering. Herding feral cats? Ha, more like wrangling lions. Dangerous, unpredictable, and endlessly exasperating. Blake, on the other hand, looks like he’s having the time of his life, tapping away on his laptop with a smug little grin that says I live for this chaos.“I can get the address, but it’s gonna take a few days,” Blake mutters, his fingers flying across the keyboard like he’s hacking into the Pentagon.“Days?” Demitri practically growls, arms crossed like a pissed-off mob boss—which, well, he is. “Some expert you are,” he adds with a sneer, daring Blake to challenge him.Blake doesn’t disappoint. He stands up, stepping back with all the flair of someone who’s been waiting for an opening to stir the pot. “Oh really? Fine, get your guy to do it. I guarantee

AlissiaI sit between Lucas and Blake, with Demitri brooding in the corner, and I feel like I’m drowning in the chaos they’ve created. This day started with their childish bickering, but now, it’s spiraled into something much darker, something twisted. What I thought I knew—about my uncle, my life—it’s all unraveling. It’s too much. I thought I had no limits, but apparently, I do. And this is it.I glance at Lucas, trying to stay grounded in something I can control, even if it’s just my research. “What’s the plan for us?” I ask, focusing on him, hoping to sidestep the madness for a moment.Blake’s laughter interrupts my attempt at normalcy. “Oh, so you’re just going to play pretend and ignore the fact that your life is basically a conspiracy thriller now?”“I’m focusing on what I can control—my book, my research.” I shoot him a glare. “What’s next, Lucas? You came here for a reason, right?”Lucas leans forward, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I’ve been tracking Jenkins, figuring out hi

Lucas POVI sit next to Alissia, the tension in the room finally dissipating as the door closes behind Demitri and Blake. They’re gone, for now. I stretch out on the couch, letting myself relax for the first time tonight.She sits beside me, her eyes glancing toward me like she’s sizing me up—probably trying to figure out if she should really be doing this. I can practically feel the questions buzzing in her head.See, I never intended to get too deep with Alissia. Sure, there was a pull, something intriguing about her, but dating? Fucking? That wasn’t part of the plan. At least, not until I watched her stand up to Demitri without a hint of fear. That confidence, that fire—damn, it was sexy as hell.And now? Now it’s more than just her. It’s the fact that Demitri and Blake want her too, that competitive edge crawling under my skin. I want to be the one to win her over, to be the first to claim her, to fuck her. Am I crazy for it? Maybe. I never thought I’d get caught up in something l

Alissia POVI stay with my legs draped over Lucas, thinking I’m the one in control, but apparently, in his mind, it’s the opposite. Typical. Across the room, Jenni glances at me now and then, cooking dinner. I know she’s waiting for an explanation. Maybe later when I head to bed, I’ll sneak into her room and fill her in. At least there, I can speak without worrying about Lucas overhearing.“So, what made you move here?” Lucas asks, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to piece me together.I shrug, trying to keep it casual. “Honestly? It was kind of impulsive. One minute I’m scrolling through my feed, the next, I’m like, ‘Why not?’ So I started looking for roommates, found Jenni, and here I am.”It sounds like nothing, and to me, it really wasn’t a big deal. There’s a freedom here I couldn’t find back in the UK.“Just like that, huh?” He chuckles, not quite buying the simplicity of it. “So, a change of scenery?”I nod, grinning. I’d always wanted out of the UK, and downtown Chicago fe