บททั้งหมดของ Her Four Possessive Wolves: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Alvara's Point of View In life, you are given several options. Decisions. When you choose one, the other option fades away. So we are told. You are given your mate by the Goddess herself. Two options are in front of you when you find that special person. The first, and the best, option is to accept that mate. Be with them until the day you die. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing you have someone only to yourself. The second option, and the road less traveled, is to reject your mate and live the rest of your life single. Men are more likely to choose this option than women, but it happens rarely. What I have come to find out is that there is a third option. Something far worse than rejecting your mate

Alvara's Point of View Kindness had never been one of Eugene's strong suits. Nor has apologizing. Somehow he had mastered both in the span of a night. He hand slept with me in bed, yet when I woke, breakfast was already laid out before me. Bacon, cut up strawberries. French toast with hearts cut out in the middle. During our long marriage life, he had never done such a thing. Hell, he had never done something of this caliber even when we were just courting. A note lay beside the splendid breakfast. White, with a golden seal on it. Eugene's family crest. Sitting up, I grabbed the note, giddy shoving it's way down my throat. 'This is just the beginning of many apologies. I love you, my mate.' 

Ozias' Point of View Black steps lead into the library, with a warm fireplace in front of me. Three chaise lounges sat to my left and a small table to the right side windows. The library was at the furthest end of the hall and packed with every sort of book you could ever want. Not nearly as many books were held here as the central library, further into the city. With a staggering 2.4 million people living in Eiecrunt, large libraries were needed. Of that number, roughly 1.7 million of the citizens were wolves. The humans that stayed here knew of us and often married into the wolf society.  Ciaran had lead a bunch of rogues to greatness over the last thirteen years, starting with Maverick, Dargan and I. Everywhere we had gone, people had bowed to him and soon a small rogue pack had settled and become a city. There was a city full of only humans not forty kilometers from us. We thrived in our ventures together, but no one within their li

Alvara's Point of View I could hear the scream before registering who it came from. Eugene stood in front of me, eyes filled with nothing but fury and hate. Angelique stood in the small pathway between the kitchen and living room, hands to her mouth. She was screaming. Her eyes were filled with terror. Swinging my head back forward, I felt the blood trickle from my nose. It hadn't even been properly set since last night, meaning I would feel it even more after this. Yet he had to hear what I needed to say. Backing down now would only cement the dread inside of me. For too long I had kept silent. Obedient. Even Angelique had beaten me down. Looking at her now, I knew where she would draw her lines. Too little, too late. "You are right, she isn't the bitch. You're the bitch." I shat, letting my blood trickle to the floor. Hatred blossomed inside my chest and I could feel every positive emotion flow out of me. Another slap landed on my

Alvara's Point of ViewFear, hot and pungent, stuffed itself up my nose. Peter stood above me, a tower of a man with menace in his eyes. A certain pleasure danced across his lips when he tugged them into a smile. How long had he been waiting for this moment? Ten sentinels stood behind him, all donning automatic weapons. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I stood. Still, I was much shorter than him and very outnumbered."It is always a pleasure to see you, Luna. My, the Alpha was beyond himself to learn that you were inside the house when it had burnt." So Angelique was found sooner than anticipated. But the story she was to tell was a lot different than what we had planned."Is the fire finally put out?" I asked and brushed fallen leaves from my clothes. The Beta inspected my frame, then noted the backpack. There was a knowing look on his face for a second, before snarling erupted not far from where we stood. Sentinels dashed toward