LOVING THREE ALPHA'S

Chapter 5: Blood And Fire

SCARLETT

The howl still lingered in the air, low and guttural, as if the night itself had split open.

Kael’s claws slid free, his golden eyes blazing. Darius bristled beside him, the veins in his neck bulging as his wolf strained for release. Lucien remained still, his silence more dangerous than both.

Scarlett leaned against the wall, smoothing the torn fabric over her breasts with trembling fingers. Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

“Well, isn’t this interesting,” she purred, her voice slicing through the tension like silk. “Seems someone else wants to play.”

Kael spun on her, fury and lust still burning in his gaze. “This isn’t a game, Scarlett. Stay here.”

Scarlett laughed, the sound sharp and sultry. “You think I’ll just sit quietly while wolves tear each other apart?” She pushed off the wall, her hips swaying deliberately. “Oh, no, Alpha. I intend to watch.”

Darius growled low in his chest. “You’ll obey me. I marked you. You belong to me.”

Scarlett sauntered closer, her fingers trailing down his chest before she leaned up, her lips grazing his ear. “If I belong to you, Darius…” she whispered, her voice dripping with honey. “…why do I crave them just as much?”

His body shuddered, his wolf snarling inside him, but before he could respond the howl came again—closer this time. Then another. And another.

The stronghold shook as the enemy pack arrived.

Kael bared his teeth. “They’ve crossed into our territory.”

Lucien finally moved, his black eyes narrowing. “Not just crossed.” He turned, listening, his wolf senses sharp. “They’re here for her.”

Scarlett froze.

All three Alphas turned to her.

Her pulse quickened, but she didn’t let her mask slip. Instead, she smiled, tilting her head like a wicked queen being offered a crown. “Well,” she drawled, “I do have that effect on wolves.”

Kael snarled. Darius cursed. Lucien simply studied her, as if her words only confirmed what he already knew.

The heavy doors at the end of the corridor shuddered violently as something slammed against them. Wolves howled outside, the sound a frenzy of hunger and rage.

Scarlett’s heart raced, her body still humming from Lucien’s touch, her lips still bruised from Kael and Darius. And now another pack was here—another opportunity, another game to play.

The doors cracked. Splinters rained to the floor.

Kael shifted in an instant, his massive golden wolf bursting forth, fur bristling, fangs gleaming. Darius followed, his storm-gray wolf snarling with barely controlled fury.

Lucien didn’t shift yet. He stood tall, his hands clenched, his eyes burning black as his wolf prowled just beneath the surface.

Scarlett licked her lips, her breath catching as she watched the three of them prepare for battle—her three Alphas, powerful, savage, deadly. And hers. Always hers.

The doors burst open.

The enemy wolves flooded in, black-furred and red-eyed, their growls shaking the stone walls. They came like a storm, teeth flashing, claws tearing.

Scarlett’s body vibrated with a rush of fear and arousal, her wolf inside her howling with excitement. She stepped back against the wall, her hands trembling—not from fear, but from the intoxicating thrill of watching the Alphas fight for her.

Kael lunged first, his golden wolf a blur of muscle and fury as he tore into the intruders, his fangs ripping through flesh, blood spraying the walls.

Darius followed, his storm-gray wolf brutal and unrelenting, snapping necks, his howl shaking the stone.

Lucien finally shifted, and gods help her, Scarlett’s knees went weak. His wolf was massive, black as night, his eyes glowing like obsidian fire. He moved with lethal precision, every bite and s***h deliberate, controlled, efficient.

Scarlett’s breath came in ragged gasps as the battle unfolded before her, the scent of blood and sweat and wolf musk filling the air, intoxicating.

And yet—even in the chaos, she saw it.

All three of them fought like monsters, but their eyes—every one of them—kept flicking back to her.

They were fighting for her.

Scarlett’s lips parted, heat flooding her core, her body trembling with hunger. She leaned back against the wall, her fingers sliding down her stomach, pressing against the damp heat between her thighs as she watched them slaughter for her.

Her moan was soft, lost beneath the clash of fangs and claws, but Kael’s golden eyes snapped to her in the middle of tearing out a wolf’s throat. His growl deepened, primal and possessive.

Darius howled as he ripped another intruder apart, his gaze catching her hand between her legs, his fury twisting into something darker.

Lucien’s black wolf paused only a second, his eyes burning into hers with cold calculation, as if memorizing the image of her undone while they bathed the floor in blood.

Scarlett gasped, her body trembling, her moans spilling faster now. “Yes…” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fight for me. Bleed for me.”

And gods help her, they did.

The enemy wolves fell one by one, their bodies torn and broken, the stone floors slick with blood. The last one howled before Kael ripped his throat clean, spraying crimson across the wall.

The chamber fell silent except for the heavy panting of the three Alphas, their wolves bristling, blood dripping from their fangs.

Scarlett’s hand stilled between her thighs, her breath ragged, her body trembling with the force of her own forbidden release. She leaned against the wall, her smile wicked and exhausted.

“Well,” she purred, her voice hoarse. “That was… delicious.”

Kael shifted back first, his naked body bloodstained and glorious, his golden eyes locked on her. “You’re playing with fire, Scarlett.”

Darius shifted next, his chest heaving, fury and lust burning in his storm-gray eyes. “I’ll kill you before I let you destroy me.”

Lucien remained in his wolf form, his black eyes glowing, unreadable, unblinking, his gaze burning into her like ice.

Scarlett licked her lips, her smile sharp. “Then burn. Then bleed. Either way…” She spread her arms wide, laughing softly. “…I win.”

The laugh died on her lips as the sound of another howl shattered the silence.

Not from outside.

From inside.

Her blood ran cold.

The battle wasn’t over.