บททั้งหมดของ Chosen By Four Alphas : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Amara EldwoodLaziel’s bare feet left no sound on the stone as he moved, all coiled muscle and restless energy. Moonlight through the high windows caught the silver in his hair, the hard line of his jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone. He wore only loose black trousers, the scars across his torso gleaming like pale rivers over the landscape of his body. I froze in the doorway, my fingers still curled around the iron handle. I didn't realize he would still be here.Laziel turned mid-stride, his nostrils flaring as the wind from the opened door carried my scent to him. His silver eyes—always so cold, so distant—widened. The change in him was instantaneous. Every muscle locked. His pupils swallowed the irises whole, leaving only a ring of molten mercury around black. "Mara?" His voice was rougher than I'd ever heard it. Behind him, near the hearth, Dante turned from the window. The goblet in his hand hit the floor with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I saw the exact m

Dante MilburnI wasn't much of a fan of puzzles, but even Ronan agreed that there was something wrong with the one I was string head-on at.If the Commander was dead according to Laziel’s words, then who the hell had sent those messages?There was a rag hiding in the bushes. A rat with poisoned fangs.The hinges of the towering fortress’ blessed iron gates screamed like dying men as the large bouldering metal lifted, the drawbridge lowering with a screaming thud.I tightened my grip on the reins, feeling my horse’s muscles twitch beneath me. Midnight… named after my father’s horse. Also deceased.The azure light of the dawn opening up in the sky hadn't yet touched the darkness looming beyond the wide mouth of the fortress gates.It hadn't penetrated the dark mist for years now.When was the last time we’d rode out into the darkness like this?“Ready?” Ronan called at my side, his sharp hazel eyes swooping down to flicker over my stiffened form on the horse before switching over to Ca

Amara EldwoodThe fire had burned low in Laziel’s chambers, casting long, trembling shadows across the smooth, glossy walls.The war general’s quarters was not at all the bling and hip i expected it to be.It looked reasonable and manly. With perfectly practical chestnut wood furnishings instead of the gold covered walls and plaques I had expected.There was something shiny and radiacal about him that made anyone feel at ease. Anyone that is me. I curled deeper into his lap, my cheek pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat and I smiled when he purred, pleased by my closeness.“Someone’s feeling better I see?” He tutted, like I was being naughty and my lips curved into a relaxed grin against his chest, a flicker of desire trailing down my back when his long tender hands dragged playfully through my hair.His scent—snakeskin and coffee grounds —filled my lungs, but it did little to calm the restless energy humming beneath my skin. His fingers trailed idly down my back, su

Dante MilburnThe coppery taste of blood filled my mouth as Kiernan's claws sank deeper into my side. I could feel every ragged inch of those cursed claws twisting through muscle, scraping against bone as white hot pain flashed behind my eyes.Hot blood poured down my ribs, soaking into my cotton shirt, but I barely registered the pain. Not when Ronan's dagger flashed under the waning moonlight, cutting through Kiernan's thickened throat faster than he could say jackrabbit.For one tensed beat, we stayed like that…frozen in a grotesque embrace, his golden eyes wide with shock, mine burning with ten years' worth of vengeance. Serves you fucking right you white-haired pig.The Shadow Alpha’s blood gushed over Ronan's steady hand, dripping onto the broken stones between us. I could feel Kiernan's heartbeat through those claws of his, each frantic pulse vibrating against my ribs like a dying man's heart drum. "Looks like..." I rasped, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered

Ronan IronsideThe air was thick with smoke and the fucking metallic stink of blood. Red… so much red that I barely noticed it now.I barely did. I was so angry, so filled with rage that its black fingers slipped from the residual well in my gut and spread around my body in an inky…desperate film.All I saw was Selene, hovering in the air like she owned this goddamn fortress, her back turned to me. The red Hades portal behind her pulsed like some snarling beast, hungry and pissed off. My sword felt like it weighed a ton in my hands heavier than it ever had before, as if it knew what I was about to do…What I had to do.And what it was going to cost me.I moved slow, careful, like a shadow sneaking through the wreckage of a world that was already dead, with vultures sucking up what remained of its bones.My boots barely made a sound on the cracked stone floor slick with blood and ash and brain matter that i’d rather not have to stare too closely at.She never saw me coming. Selene.