Todos os capítulos de Her Four Possessive Wolves: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Ciaran's Point of ViewIt had been a pleasure seeing the utter fury within Sybil's eyes. The healer had forgotten her place within this pack. Forgotten that she was here to assist us in our endeavors and not her own. We were no one's pawns anymore. Keeping Adelia here against Sybil's wishes had been a line drawn in the sand. A reminder to her that I could still do as I pleased.I hadn't clawed myself this far only to be commanded by someone who took advantage of our hospitality when she needed a place to stay. A place to get away from her abusive cunt of an ex. Sadly, her daughter had felt the brunt of their divorce. My sympathy towards Adelia still didn't dull the cation I felt around her.Something in her eyes just threw me for a loop every single time I looked at her. As if she was trying to be better but couldn't fully fight her demons on her own.No matter that, she was a good enough friend to Alvara that I would tolerate he

Alvara's Point of ViewThe club looked much the same as last time. Only a few black leather couches remained close to the walls. Bright lights bathed everything in white. No more soft lighting to set the mood. Or thrumming music to electrify the air. The dais was still there. Staring at me as if it wanted to tell me a secret.I looked over at Ozias. His face was a mask, hiding his lust from his face but other parts spoke loud and clear. His bulge twitched slightly through his pants. I gulped down my moan and focussed on what was in front of me.Ciaran walked towards the dais and sat on it. Felt the cold marble beneath his fingers before he raised his face towards me. Shadows crossed those beautiful eyes of his. Maverick skirted me and Ozias. Disappeared to somewhere off of the main room. Dargan dashed straight for the bar.Last time there were bodies packed together. Dancing. Grinding. Especially fucking on the couches. I had wat

Dargan’s Point of View Word was spreading fast through Eiecrunt of our impending war. Maids had gossiped. Spoke out of turn when Ciaran had asked them to remain silent until we had a full plan of action. His command was ignored, clearly. The maids would have to answer to him as to why such sensitive information spread like wildfire. But he wouldn’t fire them. Never. Our people might talk too much. Talk out of turn but they were still our people. Still the reason we carried on besides Alvara. One of our more trustworthy maids had brought us all a change of clothes. Along with bathroom necessities for us to shower off the sex. Breakfast at Wimpy was an order straight from Alvara. She adored the chain restaurant, and we were more than happy to oblige her. So, we showered, dressed, and set off into Menlyn to enjoy our last off day. Blissful day out with our mate. Until shit hit the fan. But it always hit the fan. Nothing lasted forever, even if

Adelia's Point of ViewOn the way home I felt my heartbeat speed up. Dizziness warped the edges of my vision but I put my foot down nonetheless. I had to get home. Get to a place where no one could overhear the conversation I needed to have. Father had set about cleaning up my mess with Ciaran. I had told him it was fine. That I refused to go be with Bellamy. Ciaran was the lesser of two evils but I had just joined the ranks of monsters. Had passed a line that I never knew was there. Alvara wanted me to go with her to Half-Moon. Protect her. Be there for her when shit hit the fan and I had betrayed that trust, Betane it down with a stick until it could no longer move. My own wellbeing was up for debate but Alvara's wasn't. She had finally found it all. After horrid years inside that pack. Being stolen. Brutalized. And I wanted to risk it all so that my father would stay appeased.I stopped at a red light, gripping the

Alvara’s Point of View Teagan and I had fallen into the champagne. Then into the food. We had gotten dressed with music in the background. Teagan sang freely. Jumped on the bed a few times. I must admit that the alcohol had gotten to our heads to some degree. Made our minds fuzzy and happy at the same time. Neither of us wanted the feeling to end. Not even the cheese could dull the effects. Or even fill me up. Lunch would be a blessing.Adelia’s presence was missed but knowing she was just sick made me feel slightly better. That looming feeling had been dulled by the bubbly goodness of champagne. Knowing that guests were arriving shortly made my stomach buzz. Whether it was from excitement, dread, or the alcohol, I had no idea. But I enjoyed it nonetheless.Harland had finally rocked up, dressed to the nines. His hair was styled perfectly. Teeth bleach white. Even his attire was better than normal. With a casual air around