All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Demitri POVLeaving Alissia with Lucas was hard. There was something in Lucas’s eyes, a glint of amusement, like he had a plan—something he wasn’t telling me. But I left, trusting she would be fine. Still, it didn’t sit right. Not with the way she looked at him, not with the way Lucas seemed to thrive on her attention. I should have stayed, but I didn’t.When I return, Axel is waiting for me, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face.“Finally decided to come back, huh?” he teases. “Thought maybe you got lost or something. You know you missed an important meeting this morning, right?”I shoot him a glare, but he’s not wrong. I completely forgot about the meeting. My mind’s been tangled up in Alissia. “I was… occupied,” I say, brushing past him toward the hallway.Axel follows, his smirk growing wider. “Occupied, huh? Didn’t know ‘occupied’ was code for spending the night with a certain writer. Seems like Lucas wasn’t the only one with a plan.”

AlissiaI wake up to Demitri leaning over me, and I instantly hate him for it. The sleep was too good, too peaceful, and now it’s shattered by his presence. I roll out of Jenni’s bed, still half-asleep, and stumble into my room for a quick shower.Once I’m dressed—choosing a skirt and shirt that feel professional enough—I slip on my shoes and head out. As I walk into the living room, I catch Lucas and Demitri locked in a silent battle of glares. Fantastic. Not this again. I sigh, aiming for the kitchen, but Demitri’s hand shoots out, catching my arm before I can get far.“No time for that. We’ll grab you coffee on the way,” he says, his tone as smooth and controlled as ever. “Say goodbye to your serial killer friend.” His mockery is laced with amusement, but I can practically feel Lucas bristling behind me.I give Demitri a pointed look, then turn to Lucas. “Thanks for protecting me from all his... paranoia,” I quip, knowing it will get under Demitri’s skin.Lucas smirks, stepping for

Demitri’s POVI watch as Salazar rises, satisfied with our conversation, but my mind is elsewhere. Alissia. Her defiance burns in my mind like a brand, twisting my frustration into something deeper, darker. She followed Salazar’s orders without hesitation, but when I command her, she pushes back like it’s a game.Why? Why does she challenge me so relentlessly? She wants to see my world, but she doesn’t respect its rules. That will get her killed. Worse, it will make me look weak. And weakness, in this life, is fatal.Salazar clasps my hand, his cold, calculating smile still in place as he bids his farewell. “A pleasure, as always, Demitri. Keep her in line, will you? It would be a shame to waste someone with such... spirit.” He chuckles, his gaze flickering to Alissia before turning away.I don’t respond. I just nod, my jaw clenched tight. As soon as the door closes behind Salazar, the air shifts. Silence fills the room, but it’s thick, charged with something unspoken. Alissia stands

AlissiaI storm away from Demitri, refusing to give him the control he craves so desperately. I know, deep down, I’ll have to give in eventually, but not now. Right now, I’m holding the reins, and it feels damn good. Besides, it’s one less obstacle for me to handle tomorrow night while I’m dancing.As I put more distance between myself and the warehouse, I wave down a taxi. By the time I climb inside and tell the driver my address, I’m already trying to shake off the encounter. It’s barely eight in the morning, and Demitri’s little power play with Salazar lasted only half an hour. It felt more like a rushed visit than anything substantial.I wonder... if I told them all that I’ve had enough, would they back off? At least for tomorrow night? Let me breathe, let me dance without them hovering over my shoulder. I know they’ll be back after that, but a little freedom for one night would make everything so much easier.Months have passed since I submitted that video to dance at Saints and

Blake POVI’m staying tonight to watch over her. Lucas is out gathering more intel on Jenkins, her ex, and Demitri just messaged me with a vague update. He said she’s making her own way home, but something feels off. Did Demitri send her away, or did she leave on her own?“Fun date with Demitri?” I ask, smirking, but she groans in response.“If by fun you mean him telling me what to do, and me refusing, then sure, it was a blast,” she says, rolling her eyes.I chuckle. “Sounds like a real joy. You’ve got some serious issues with giving up control, don’t you?”Her glare could cut glass, but I just raise my hands defensively. “Hey, just an observation, Kitten. And your words kinda confirm it.”“He’ll learn,” she mutters, more to herself than to me.I laugh, leaning back. “He’ll learn? Pretty sure he said it’s you who needs to learn,” I tease, throwing in a wink.Her eyes narrow. “He can’t always have control. Something will make him give it up.”I arch a brow. “Oh, you’ve got a plan, do