Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Four Cruel Wolves: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Farren's Point of ViewAfter we had roamed every home improvement store in the mall, we headed to the food court. Isabelle was starving and I wasn't far behind. We spoke in hushed whispers and giggles. She would point out people she knew. Tell me all about the scandals surrounding them. It was a nice way to kill time.And to distract me from the world collapsing around me. "That girl over there..." Isabelle said. Pointed at a girl our age licking an ice cream amongst a group of men a tad older than her. She was twirling her hair with a finger. Looked lost as she gazed at them. "She cheated on her mate with his best friend. No one saw it coming. They were the perfect couple. Her mate hung himself shortly after."A travesty. To have so much trust in a person only for them to ruin it all. Break your heart into millions of pieces and never apologize for it. How she could carry on after knowing what she had done to him... It would always be a mystery to me. "When was this?""A month or t

Farren's Point of ViewThe airport in Lupitum wasn't as crowded as an ordinary airport. Maybe it was because no one ever entered Lupitum and left. Or it was because no one ever showed enough interest in coming to this run-down city. Either way, it made my task of finding the correct gate easier.Nerezza and her family had left last night. I had gotten her call after Rafael and I had cleaned up my new place to the best of our abilities. He had helped me move things around. Settled in the new appliances and kitchenware. Shoved around the couches until I was happy with where they stood. Although, everything reeked of being new. It was an unpleasant sort of scent. Like I was out of place in my own home.So, Rafael doused the place in some of my perfume.Rafael had been direct this time around. Tried so many times to touch my hand or hold me close. But there was a barrier between us. Something that stopped me from fully giving in just yet. It would take time but he had made it clear that t

Farren's Point of ViewNerezza was pleased with the sleeping arrangements. Rafael and I had shoved two king-sized beds together. Made each bed up separately with several blankets to spare by the feet. No one would go cold through the evening. No one would fight for their own blanket. Having six mates also meant a lot of tug of war between each other. This way they were all sorted. Happy.The kids also had their own separate rooms across from their parents' room. Milla's was decorated as best I could with the time I had had. Soft portrait of glowing animals in peace and green. Foxes. Owls. A room fit for a little princess. Conan on the other hand had his latest craze all over his room. Marvel. From spider-man to iron-man, everything was accounted for. Mainly because Isabelle had asked what he liked and I told her.When they had delivered everything, I realized just how overboard she had gone with the theme. Both kids also had their own double beds. Stocked toy piles. The works. She had

Farren's Point of ViewShock sang through my bones. Rang true to my heart. It all came crashing down on my head. Every inch of my life had been a lie. My father had never run away. But my brothers had stripped him of the right of knowing me. Stripped me of knowing him.In cold blood, they had taken his life. Buried him somewhere. No. They hadn't done that. Instead, they had gotten my mate involved. Asked Camilo to bury him. One thing I couldn't understand though was how did Camilo pull it off.Benicio had said that my father had left before I was born. Did that mean they had killed him before I was born? If yes, then Camilo was only seven at the time...Disgust curled up my nose as I felt my way through the thick brush of the forest. I wanted to be alone. Settled into a direction and ran blindly. Only my body knew where I was going. Headed straight for the only place I knew I would be safe.Alone.The brush gave way around me when I took the final step. Let me nearly fall into the fir

Farren's Point of View Cold hands slithered into my hair. Pulled me closer to him. His tongue swept over my bottom lip and I greedily opened up for him. Needed to taste him. Explore him. With a twitch of his wrists, he tugged on the roots of my hair. Angled my chin higher, giving him better access. I stifled a yelp from the sudden pain. But it soon molded into pleasure. A thumping started deep inside of me. Building of a pressure I couldn't describe. It took hold of the rest of my body. Urged me to wrap a leg around Alejandro's waist. He seemed surprised by the action, his mouth stopping for a split second. Then the kisses continued on. My fingers fumbled with the folds of his drenched shirt. Tried to cling to anything that would keep me on this earth. Our groins hovered close to each other from this position. Drove me mad to think that he was so close but so far. Our lips were made specially to fit together. Our combined heat was enough to start a fire. This would be my first