All Chapters of Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AlissiaWhen I wake, everything feels foggy. Ryan’s face flashes in my mind—the last thing I remember before everything went dark. My body feels heavy, but I force myself to sit up. I know I screwed up. They warned me not to drink anything, and I didn’t listen.Blake is next to me, his shoulder solid and warm beneath my head. I lean into him, drawing comfort from the quiet strength he offers. I hear Ryan’s screams in the background, the sickening sound of flesh tearing. I know I should be horrified, maybe even disgusted, but I’m not. It’s strange. The sight of blood splattering across the floor, the broken, mangled pieces of Ryan scattered about it doesn’t faze me.Lucas steps forward, his presence as menacing as ever. His hand wraps around Ryan’s hair, yanking his head back with brutal force. The blade in Lucas’s hand gleams under the dim light, and he presses it to Ryan’s neck, his grip unwavering.“Listen carefully, Ryan,” Lucas growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Before the sun

BlakeWe pull up outside a small café, the early morning light just starting to filter through the buildings. It’s quiet, almost serene—completely different from the chaos we’ve just left behind. It’s almost seven now, an early breakfast, but this is more than just food. Things need to be sorted, and I’ve got a feeling it’s not going to be easy. Alissia, for all her stubbornness and control, has been brushing everything off like none of this is serious, like she’s untouchable.We order, then sit at a table near the window. I watch her, the way she casually smiles, like the weight of the past few days hasn’t affected her. It’s like she’s built this wall, one that even danger can’t crack. And I get it—she’s stuck in her ways, doesn’t want to admit she’s vulnerable. But this? This is different.“Look,” I start, careful not to sound like I’m about to lecture her. Alissia doesn’t respond well to that. “You like to think everything’s a game, and I get that. But this isn’t just a game, Aliss

AlissiaI don’t know if I actually remember the lullaby or if it’s just the fragments my mind has clung to. My uncle always sang it in Russian, and I never thought much of it at the time. But something about Blake mentioning it, triggers something in me.“Wait!” I leap up, rushing to my bedroom. I crawl under the bed, reaching for an old box I kept hidden away.Blake laughs behind me. “If you’re trying to hide, you’re doing a pretty shit job. Your legs are out,” he jokes, and I laugh despite the intensity of the moment. I grab the items inside the box, but when I try to wiggle out, I realize I’m stuck.“Drag me out. I’m stuck!” I call out, wiggling helplessly. His hands grasp my knees, and with a swift tug, he pulls me free. I flip onto my back, breathless and laughing.He kneels over me, grinning. “Having fun under there?” His voice dips low as he leans in, his lips brushing mine. For a second, I lose myself in the kiss. That familiar warmth spreads through me, threatening to cloud m

DemitriBlake and Alissia left, leaving me simmering in frustration. The cleanup is taking too long, and I can’t afford any loose ends. Ryan’s place is being scrubbed clean of any traces that could lead back to Alissia. I’ve already sent Blake instructions to wipe the CCTV footage around the building—no one can know she was ever there.Lucas sits across from me, leaning back in his chair like this is some sort of joke. It’s not. I’m on the verge of losing it. The idea of kidnapping Alissia and keeping her to myself feels disturbingly tempting. Could I really do that? Keep her locked away? It’s wrong, I know that, but just how wrong?Technically, I fucked her first. I’m the only one who has had her, and that should mean something. In my mind, it makes her mine. Blake and Lucas have no claim over her. Yeah, it’s twisted. I don’t care.The fact that I gave her control—submitted to her—and now she’s out there treating it like a game? My hands clench into fists as I try to rein in my rage.

AlissiaI can’t stop laughing as I sprint away from Demitri. Axel’s amused expression follows me as I dash past the looming warehouses. My plan is simple—hide in one, wait until Demitri starts searching the closest, then sneak back out and make a break for the road. Easy, right? Well, it would be if I wasn’t entirely lost. I’ve never even noticed this place before, and now I have no idea where I am, only that I’m running blindly.I slip into one of the warehouses, crouching by a dusty window, heart pounding. I peek out, scanning the area for any sign of Demitri. Nothing. Has he given up? Doubtful. I’m about to step out, convinced maybe I’ve shaken him, when I catch a glimpse of him entering the building next door. Crap.With a burst of adrenaline, I move quickly, ready to sprint back towards the road, but then I freeze. Blake. Standing right in my path. Double crap. I spin on my heel and take off in the opposite direction, praying there’s another exit or some kind of hidden alley I ca