All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lisa's POV The clang of pots and the low hum of chatter filled the kitchen when I stepped inside. The smell of herbs and broth clung thick in the air, heavy enough to make my stomach twist with both hunger and curiosity. Calla stood by the counter, her sleeves rolled high, her hair tied back in that effortless knot she always seemed to manage, while two of the younger maids argued over what to cook.“I’m telling you,” one of them said, arms crossed, chin tilted stubbornly. “Alpha Enzo prefers venison. He always clears his plate when it’s roasted right.”The other scoffed, tossing her rag onto the counter. “That’s because you drown it in gravy. I say lamb stew. It’s easier, and he eats it without a word. Men like him—strong, busy—they don’t care about delicate flavors. They just want to fill their stomachs.”“Not Alpha Enzo,” the first shot back, her voice rising. “He’s got taste. He notices. He—”I cleared my throat softly, stepping clos

Enzo's POV I had barely kicked off my shoes when Kael barged into my room, a wide, wicked grin plastered across his face. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, like he owned the place, and his eyes sparkled with that teasing fire he always carried.“Well, well, well,” he said, voice dripping amusement. “If it isn’t the so-called Alpha, looking all… alpha-ish. And, I might add, radiating a certain happiness today.”I raised an eyebrow, already guessing where this was going. “Happiness, huh? Care to elaborate, or are we doing the usual foreplay of verbal torture?”Kael’s smirk widened, and he took a deliberate step inside, plopping onto the edge of my bed. “Oh, come on, Enzo. You know exactly what I mean. You and Lisa… really made a couple, didn’t you?”I couldn’t help but chuckle. Even though I knew he was pushing, there was something infectious about the way he said it. I threw my head back and laughed loud, full, letti

Third person POVThe island was quiet after the party, the firepit casting a warm glow over the sand. The waves whispered against the shore, a soft background to the tension humming in the air. Lisa leaned against Enzo, still flushed from champagne and the thrill of the evening. Her laughter had been loud and carefree all night, but now, in the calmer darkness, her playful energy sharpened into something more deliberate—provocative, daring.She let her eyes roam over the four brothers, her lips curving into a teasing smile. Atlas, standing near the driftwood pile, had that familiar glint in his eye—the one that told her he noticed everything, calculating yet ready to pounce. Kael lounged nearby, smirking lazily, watching her with amused curiosity. Ash, always composed, stood a little apart, calm but no less attentive. And Enzo, her anchor, leaned close, catching her wrist gently when her playful fingers brushed against Atlas.“You really like to test us, d

Kael's POV I pushed the door open without knocking, clutching the folder under my arm, and found the three of them already there. Enzo was sitting behind his wide desk, one hand drumming against the wood, the other holding a pen he clearly wasn’t using. Ash was lounging in the chair to his left, his posture lazy but his eyes sharp, while Atlas was leaning against the bookshelf, looking like he had nowhere better to be.I cleared my throat. “I brought the security revisions you asked for.”Enzo looked up, one brow arched. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d run off with them.”I smirked and walked in, tossing the folder on his desk. “If I wanted to run off, you’d never know until it was too late.”Ash gave a low chuckle. “That’s exactly the kind of thing Kael would say.”Atlas snorted. “And it’s exactly why I wouldn’t trust him with anything involving my life.”“Please,” I shot back, dropping into one of the chairs.

Lisa's pov The sun hadn’t yet fully risen when I woke, the early light filtering through the curtains and landing softly on the floor. My head still throbbed slightly, a dull reminder of the previous night’s haze, though I didn’t remember most of it. My mind, however, wasn’t on lingering aches—it was on escape. I sat up quickly, feeling a surge of urgency. Every beat of my heart was telling me I had to move, to do something before it became impossible. I grabbed my phone, fumbling with it for a second before remembering. Calla. She was the only person I could trust right now. I had to reach her first. Sliding my feet into slippers, I hurried through the quiet halls of the pack, making sure not to wake anyone. My mind raced as I rehearsed my words, though I knew they’d probably come out a mess anyway. Calla had always been calm, steady, a grounding force, and I needed that steadiness now more than ever. I found her in the ki