All Chapters of Chosen By Four Alphas : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amara EldwoodI had his attention now. One of the most powerful shifters in Inifinty Fortress and he was completely focused on me.Even for a few minutes, the heady thrill of power that tingled through my body was unquenchable.“Back at the throne court, Ronan…I…well, I think the Confessor took something from me,” I started, stammering when I realized there was no sane way to put it.The look in his eyes had not changed, and if it weren't for the way his large hands balled to fists in the fluffy white duvet, I would have been sure my pain had no effect on him.Tears welled up in my throat when the rush of emotion from thae trial suddenly clawed at me through my memories.“That day…just before she, You know…just before the confessor slipped into my memories. She uttered two words to me. She asked me to kill myself.” The note of conspiracy in my voice made me breathless, but the look on the white wolf’s face remained void.“You don't believe me.” I didn't mean to hash it out the way I

Caius WintersHis heir.It was like the beast had known just what to say to stab his sword of treachery deep into my chest.My lips trembled and I tried to ignore the way blood roared and flushed in my ears.“Five nights. That’s all I’m giving you. Up until Triel’s funeral, Caius. Your decision will determine whether or not you attend,” the commander shouted over his shoulder, with one leg already braced on his carriage door.Triel’s funeral was in five nights? Something “This is your last chance to make this betrayal up to her, Caius. You have always been a smart prince meant for greater things than being that fool’s errand boy.”I reared back like he had just struck me in the face as his words bruised what little ego I’d managed to scrap together to come here.“I am no one’s errand boy.” I snapped before I could stop myself, realizing I had given the old wolf the exact reaction he wanted when his thin lips curved into a wicked smile that slashed across his face.Damn it! Damn him f

Amara EldwoodSweat beaded on my forehead and my brows furrowed in confusion when I peered into the empty box.Nothing. Nothing save for a small sealed envelope that felt paper-light when my fingers brushed against it.“Is this some sort of inside joke?” Ronan muttered, snapping up the box rudely to hold it to the light, as if expecting some sort of secret mechanism to reveal something bigger.I snatched it out of his hand and watched his expression sour, hesitating before he prompted me, “Well? Are you going to open that?”“Can I at least have some privacy?” I hissed, unsure why an edge of unease had settled in my mind.“Hey! Give me that! You have no right!” I gasped after he snatched the letter from my hand, flicking it open with a snap of his claws as I jumped uselessly around him.What was it with everyone in this pack and thinking they had a say over my freaking life?!I watched the white wolf’s slow smirk freeze before it turned into a grimace and he wiped his face clean of emo

Amara Eldwood“Get ready. Wear one of your nice dresses tonight. We’re going to scrub up a barn that needs renovating in the upside of the pack,” She spat coldly. I could tell that I had offended her with my suspicion then, but I never felt as close to Ma as I did now.“I wish I could go back Ma, things would have been different—” I sputtered, wringing my hands furtively and resisting the urge to shout for help when I drew nearer to the door.“Come on, come on,” I breathed, poking my head carefully into the hallway, relieved when I saw that a few of the fire torches had been relit, flickering in the slow breeze that rattled through the small overhead windows.Empty. I had to make a run for it…NOW!“There you are,” Something hissed in the darkness and my lips widened into a horrified scream when I glanced up to see it crouched on the ceiling, watching me from the darkness.On the ceiling…it…it was on the ceiling!Hives burst all over my skin immediately before it fell before me with a

Dante Milburn“A phase, Strauss. That’s all this is. I just need to fuck the woman out of my system and I’ll be back to normal in no time,” I’d barked at the wiry doctor nights ago when the woman was still in the throes of the trial effects.“Remember you must only use these herbs once in three nights, Your Highness, otherwise—” he’d confided, squeezing a long thin vial into my palms and trailing off when I cut in.“Got it. Three nights, no more insomnia.” I gritted, giving him an air salute at the door before disappearing back out and trying to scrub his worried expression out of my mind.There was nothing wrong with me. I’d just had a lot of shit on my mind lately.Couldn't a man find something to help him get a bit of rest?Forbidden opiums like the Blackfoot herb were powerful tonics gotten from the corrupted plants in The Darkness.In small doses, it was an anesthetic…anymore, and it was anybody’s guess what the consequences were.Doctor Edward Finch never would have stood for it