Page 121 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

The transformation of Kai’s body over the past weeks was nothing short of remarkable. Where once he had been slender, now lean muscle defined his torso—not bulky like theirs, but elegantly sculpted, like a dancer’s physique. His supernatural awakening had enhanced every aspect of him, refining his features, adding a subtle luminescence to his skin that made it appear almost pearlescent under the gym lights.

He’s magnificent, Marcus thought, unable to contain his appreciation as Kai stretched deliberately, showcasing the new definition in his arms and shoulders.

Look at that waist, Caleb added, his internal voice tight with desire.Those hip bones…

Ours, Derek’s wolf asserted possessively, drinking in the sight of their mate’s transformation. Out loud, he demanded, “What are you doing?” his voice deliciously rough as Kai tossed his shirt aside.

“Getting ready for dinner,” Kai replied with mock innocence, his fingers moving to the button of his jeans. “Can’t meet the Rivera Pack looking like I’ve been mauled by three werewolves. Well, almost mauled. You didn’t quite get that far, did you?”

The reminder of how they’d left him earlier—worked up and wanting—sent a collective surge of guilt through their bond, quickly replaced by growing hunger as Kai kicked off his shoes.

“Kai,” Marcus said, his voice was strained now, his eyes bleeding crimson as his wolf pushed closer to the surface. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, I disagree,” Kai replied. “I think it’s hilarious. Almost as funny as leaving someone worked up and wanting, then saying ‘sorry, got a dinner date with the Rivera Pack.’ Ring any bells?”

The denim slid down his legs with deliberate slowness. The brothers’ enhanced vision caught every detail—the subtle play of muscle beneath skin, the elegant line of his calves, the tantalizing curve where thigh met hip. The training regimen had sculpted his thighs too, adding definition that hadn’t been there before. But it was more than just physical conditioning—there was something about the way he moved now, a newfound confidence that was utterly captivating. His dragon blood had awakened something primal and graceful in him, a subtle power that complemented his natural wit. Their wolves paced beneath their skin, demanding release, demanding their mate.

Look at him, Caleb’s appreciation flooded the bond.Every inch of him is perfect.

He’s learning to play with fire, Derek observed, his wolf practically preening at their mate’s boldness.

And we’re going to burn him so sweetly for it, Marcus promised, his control slipping further.

“When we get out of here,” Derek growled, his eyes pure molten silver now, “you’re going to regret this.”

“Promises, promises,” Kai sang, standing before them in just his briefs. “But you’ll have to catch me first. And right now? You’re not catching anything except a show.”

“Kai.” Marcus’ voice was strained now, his eyes bleeding crimson. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny,” Kai replied. “I’m trying to make a point.”

“Which is?” Caleb asked, his hands pressed against the glass as if he could reach through it by sheer force of will.

“That you don’t get to call all the shots,” Kai said. “That this goes both ways.”

“Kai.” Caleb’s voice was barely human. “Let us out.”

“Hmm, let me think about that… no.” Kai walked to the shower, making sure they had a perfect view of exactly what they couldn’t have. “Consider this a lesson in frustration. I hear it builds character.”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, watching their expressions darken with hunger. “You know what I think?” he mused, turning his back to them. “I think you three have gotten a little too comfortable being in control.”

The collective growl as Kai slid his briefs down was nearly deafening. Through their bond, each brother felt the others’ reaction—a tsunami of desire that threatened to drown them all. Their enhanced vision caught every detail as Kai’s underwear slipped down his legs—the perfect curve of his ass, the dimples at the base of his spine, the elegant line of his back tapering to that narrow waist.

The transformation of his body was even more evident now that he was fully nude. His quarter-wolf heritage combined with his dragon blood had refined him into something beyond merely human beauty. There was an otherworldly quality to him now—the subtle shimmer of his skin, the perfect symmetry of his form,the way light seemed to caress rather than merely illuminate him.

Ethereal, Marcus thought, the word rising unbidden as Kai glanced over his shoulder with a look of pure temptation.

Devastating, Caleb agreed, his usual playfulness replaced by raw hunger.

Mine, Derek’s wolf snarled, the possessiveness echoed by his brothers’ wolves.

Ours, they corrected in unison, their bond humming with shared purpose.

Completely naked now, Kai walked to the shower area directly across from the sauna. The open-concept design meant they had an unobstructed view as he turned on the water, adjusting the temperature before stepping under the spray.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little mate,” Derek warned, his voice carrying easily despite the running water.

“Am I?” Kai asked, letting the water cascade over him, tilting his head back to wet his hair. “Seems pretty safe from where I’m standing. You’re the ones locked in a glass box.”

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