All Chapters of Chosen By Four Alphas : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amara EldwoodThe elite wolf shifter was bigger up close, his presence looming like a wraith reaper as he stood over me.“P-Please—” I wheezed, and his sharp fierce eyes narrowed to slits, the light white goatee dotting the top of his lips shifting when he scowled.I raised my hands in surrender, and caught the hesitation in his shoulders before he flicked away the blade, tucking it into the sword guard in his belt.“Please…I need to speak to the Alpha, he must know I didn't harm the princess, I have no idea why Mabel is framing me. Hell, that…that woman never liked me in the first place okay?” I rapped, realizing the man was watching me blunder quietly before I clamped my lips shut, wringing my hands nervously.His strikingly beautiful face was impassive, his mocha skin nearly perfect in its shine.How could a wolf so beautiful be so frightening?“You will speak to me only while you are alive in this cell, Amara Eldwood—” He started, his words like a gut punch to the belly, but I kep

Dante MilburnI could scarcely hear the confessor’s testimony over the roaring of blood in my ears.“So…so you're saying she’s innocent? Are you certain of this? She had no knowledge of my sister’s murder?” Caius bellowed, flailing his hands dramatically at the freakishly tall woman who maintained an air of calm even with the mountain-sized beast towering over her.He looked like he would break her in half, his harsh gray eyes narrowing with confused suspicion.She was innocent. I almost couldn't believe it, and the weight of guilt felt like it was tearing through my insides like a large boulder, crushing all the organs in its path.The entire time i’d dismissed her and treated her like shit, she was innocent?The moisture drained from my mouth when I realized her crumpled form on the carpet remained motionless.She was nothing like Leila.It was always a cold day in hell when I misjudged someone, and yet, I had made that mistake with Amara Eldwood.I needed to see that she was okay.

Dante MilburnExhaustion nibbled at the corners of my mind as I paced the quiet waiting room of the fortress infirmary.It had been hours…nights even, since the Confessor trials. Nights since the maiden’s innocence was proven, and yet, I still hadn't gotten the time to examine my feelings for her.“Goddess, why the fuck is this happening to us?” I sighed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes when the fax on the large marble wood of the front desk pinged again.The third time this night alone. I waited until then harsh hum of its printing echoed before I sagged against the wall, winded.Large double glass doors separated the chaos outside from the peaceful air just before the labyrinth of passages that led deeper into the white-walled prison.Every inch of every surface was spotless, and the faint scent of bleach and blood lingered in the air.“What is taking so long?” I grumbled, crossing my hands over my chest before grinding my teeth, resisting the urge to march over and snap open all th

Caius Winter“There are things about our mate I think you should know.”I could feel the rain soaking into my coat as I stood under the sculpture of a weeping Angel, watching my friends leave the infirmary.My hands had grown numb around the thick stem of the roses I held in one hand, ruling the longing that made my chest feel like a gaping black hole.Dante’s chiseled face was encased in shadow, his thick black hair curling around his angular cheeks before he turned to glance at Ronan.“You little shit.” I growled, my eyes narrowing on the hand that Ronan had clamped around my best friend’s shoulder. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn he wasn't just trying to take my place in the pack but in Dante’s bloody heart as well.Their movements seemed urgent…frenzied almost, and I traced my tongue over one Fang, piercing it and feeling the sweet tingling of pain distract me from the way my hands had tightened around the rose stem.We were all on edge lately…ever since our shadow ma

Amara EldwoodMy head throbbed and my eyes were raw when I managed to screw them open.“Unghh,” I groaned, trying to ignore the stab of pain in my temples and in the grooves deep inside my eyes.My throat was parched and tight, as I drew my back up to the metal bedrest, panting.“M’lady? Are you alright? Nurse!” A blond maid I recognized as Amenie screeched after leaping to my side and I fought the urge to clamp her small pouty lips shut with my hands.If she didn't look so worried I would have sworn she was trying to give me an aneurysm.“Water—” I rasped, cradling my throat with a hand and watching the woman dive for the water pitcher, her shaky hands pouring into the glass she handed to me.I sipped it carefully, before downing the entire glass and meeting her wide, frightened eyes.My brows knotted in confusion when I saw the way her jaw trembled, taking in the bandaid she had slapped across the top end of her forehead.Had I hurt her that badly?Regret mingled with the buzzing he