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THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 70. The Keeper
ReynaI step into the forest clearing, a familiar dreamscape woven of fog and whispers. The fog is a tactile thing tonight, curling around me as if it knows the burdens I carry. My eyes land on the charred tree stump that stands like a sentinel in this sacred place. Four tiny green sprouts breathe life from its scorched trunk, and something about that breaks my heart and mends it at the same time.“Keeper,” I say, my voice not much more than a husky whisper, laced with a sense of impending dread. The Keeper manifests from the fog as though woven from it. His eyes are like the night sky on the clearest of nights—limitless and deep. “Ah, Reyna, child of complexity, you stand at the threshold of choice, do you not?”“Yes,” I confess, my eyes reluctantly leaving the tiny sprouts. “Much has happened since we last spoke. I’ve come to seek your counsel, but I can’t shake the feeling that the lock and key you speak of are slipping through my fingers.” He seems to sigh. “Each time you step
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 71. A Glimmer Of Hope
ReynaMy eyes flicker open, the veil of the dreamscape lifting as I return to the waking world. My heart pounds with the wisdom imparted by both the Keeper and Shae. I lie still, taking in the soft caresses of the night air against my skin, the celestial bodies above a comfort in my uncertainty. There’s a subtle shift within me, a tug of war between the elemental fury that is Pyrra and the rekindled resolve inside me. A smile tugs at my lips.It’s time to act.For the first time, I don’t feel the overpowering dread that usually accompanies any thought of defying Pyrra. Instead, I feel almost... exhilarated. A plan has formed in my mind, and I have kept it hidden from Pyrra. But in order for me to execute this plan, I’ll need the help of my Alphas. I am both the lock and the key, the question and the answer; so I need to act like it.I immediately reach out over the mind-link to Cassian, Rune and Malachi, mentally threading my way through the fabric of our connection,using only the b
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 72. Our Luna
RuneThe low hum of the jet’s engines serves as a rhythmic backdrop to my jumbled thoughts. We’re cruising at thirty thousand feet, high above any concerns of the terrestrial world, yet my mind is anything but tranquil. I glance at the file laid out on the polished mahogany table before me—the reports, the analyses, the meticulously prepared plans—everything designed to give us the best chance of defeating Pyrra and coming out of this battle whole.We’re on our way to Pyrra’s realm along with the Elemental Alphas and the Seers—key players in a high-stakes plan to subdue Pyrra. The briefings, the strategies, the contingencies, they’re all neatly laid out in my mind, each piece of the puzzle carefully considered and assigned its place. But as I lean back into the plush seat, it’s not the logistics or the tactics that occupy my thoughts—it’s Reyna.It’s the unknown, the variables we can’t account for, that have my stomach tying itself into knots. I stare out the window at the sea of cl
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 73. Battlefield
ReynaThe sun dips below the horizon, casting the world in twilight’s crimson embrace. I’ve learned I am on an island far away from any civilization, one where Pyrra thrives. The Old Gods birthed her here, right on this island and they haven’t been able to control her ever since.I sense immediately as Rune and Malachi arrive, our eyes lock in a silent pact. They stand in the secluded clearing while I’m seated in what’s left of a charred tree, and awaiting the Elemental Alphas and the Seers.My heart beats out a symphony of anticipation, a song punctuated by notes of dread and courage. A glance at Rune and Malachi finds them already nodding at me, their silent support steeling my resolve.“Why are they here?” I murmur, stepping back. “No…”I let down my mental barriers, feigning a weakness I don’t truly feel. Pyrra takes the bait, materialising with a roar, flames swirling around her like a living inferno. “You cannot control me,” she hisses, an air of triumph poisoning her voice.I l
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 74. Blessed, Three Times Over
ReynaVictory doesn’t always roar; sometimes, it sighs. As I stand in the ancient cavern, there’s a quiet hush that surrounds me, as if the very stones acknowledge the battles fought and won. The walls, etched with markings and glyphs from times long past, seem to shimmer softly, bathed in the celestial light that Elara emanates.According to her, the Goddess wants to bestow another spirit on me, amongst other things. But for the latter, I need to go to the realm where The Keeper dwells.“Close your eyes, Reyna,” she advises gently. “The Moon Goddess has another blessing for you.”Doing as she asks, I feel an indescribable shift within me—a transformation that occurs not in the space around me, but deep within the hidden recesses of my soul.When I open my eyes, I’m no longer in the cavern. I stand in a place that’s as timeless as it is beautiful. Before me is the Keeper, a figure swathed in enigma yet emanating an unmistakable air of wisdom.“The darkness has lifted,” he observes, an
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 75. Home. Our Home
Reyna I sprint through the island’s undergrowth, my heartbeat thudding in my ears, drowning out the sounds of nature around me. Rune and Malachi, both unspoken rocks in my life, match my pace effortlessly. We share a common destination, a voice that called us all through the mind link. [“I’m awake,”] We were on the private jet coming back home when we heard it; Cassian’s voice calling to us to let us know he’s okay, that he’s waiting for us. I couldn’t sit still afterward, I paced the floor and drove Cassian and Rune mad. We burst through the hospital wing doors, and there he is—Cassian. Sitting on a bed, battle-weary but whole. I suck in a breath when I see him; that smile on his face has me bursting into tears. His eyes meet mine, and for that moment, everything else fades away. There’s a pull, a magnetic force that draws me to him until I’m at his bedside, wrapping my arms around him in a hug that speaks more eloquently than any words ever could. He holds me close, his embrace
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS 76. A Beautiful Future
Reyna“That’s it, sweet girl, you know you can handle all three of us. Spread those legs nice and wide,” Malachi’s filthy words spurn me on as I’m laying on top of him with three cocks inside of me.I’m delirious with need; the scents of their arousal coupled with the pull of the full moon has us acting feral and giving into our base needs. We’ve been under the moonlight for over three hours; I’ve been twisted into different positions, with orgasms forced and drawn out of me, and yet I still want more.It’s only when the first rays of sunshine peeks through the top of the trees, that Cassian eventually carries me upstairs while Rune and Malachi, the obvious machines that they are, continue with their trysts. After a hot bath and a six hour long nap, I awake with a jolt and rush to the nursery. Finding my three precious sons playing in their playpen while their nanny is watching them, makes me feel extra guilty.While I was being twisted into a flesh pretzel, I had people here looking
THEIRS: BOUND TO THE ALPHA KINGS Epilogue - 22 Years Later
The grand hall, decorated with banners and illuminated by numerous chandeliers, provides the perfect backdrop for Reyna to stand proudly to one side. Her heart is filled with nostalgia, pride, and an indescribable motherly love. Her eyes focus on her three sons—Rhys, Caelum, and Micah—standing near the elevated dais. They’re men now, Alpha Kings about to be crowned, but in her eyes, they’ll always be her little boys. Rhys, ever the sweet and thoughtful one, leans over to straighten Caelum’s collar. His movements are calm, reminiscent of Rune’s gentle grace. Caelum, practical and level-headed, checks the crowns on the ceremonial table one last time, ensuring everything is in place. He holds a steadiness that could only have come from Cassian. Then there’s Micah—the fiery spirit, the playful troublemaker. He catches her eye and winks. A spitting image of Malachi in both looks and temperament. “Mom, you’re going to turn into a puddle before the ceremony even starts,” teases Rhiannon
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