All Chapters of Her Three Wicked Mates : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara'S POVThe little bell affixed above the entrance jingled, signaling another arrival into the already bustling atmosphere of the bookstore. A wave of warm, damp air washed over me as the inefficient air conditioning unit sputtered to life.I quickly finished the sale, placing the two hefty travel guides and the corresponding receipt into the bag.“Have a pleasant evening,” I told the woman, handing over her purchase. She offered a brief smile before heading for the exit.A couple approached the counter next, their arms stacked high with an eclectic mix of vintage fantasy paperbacks. As I began scanning the items, my eyes automatically swept across the interior of the shop behind them. Alex, my coworker, was supposed to be assisting customers, but as usual, he was conspicuously absent. The definition of a slacker. I genuinely disliked working alongside him.The moment there was a brief lull in the transactions, I grabbed the store intercom.“We will be closing in ten minutes. Plea

Elara'S POVSoft candlelight flickered across the table, gilding Garrick’s face in warm gold. His boyish features tanned skin, soft blond hair parted just enough to look effortless seemed especially striking tonight. He’d gone above and beyond for what we both continually insisted wasn’t a date.Technically, it was our weekly routine. A hookup with ambiance. A standing appointment with good food, expensive wine, and sex after. Six months I’d been hiding out in Olympia, and six months without a whisper from my stalker or the hunters who sometimes shadowed him. I kept my head down, worked at the tiny downtown bookstore, and tried not to make waves.Garrick started coming in every few days, then every day, pretending he needed a recommendation or some obscure book. After weeks of declining his offers because relationships were a luxury I couldn’t afford he’d finally worn me down enough to agree to dinner. I still didn’t call it dating. It was… an upgraded booty call. An ongoing one.It w

Elara'S POV The next six days blurred together in a haze of long hours, dodging Garrick, and celebrating Yule alone. I’d spent every spare minute hunting for a witch powerful enough to break the tracking enchantment on this stupid ring. Olympia had witches plenty, actually but none with the skill I needed, at least not within my price range.I shut the farmhouse door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a long breath. What a week. Who knew normal life could be this exhausting? Even without the constant threat of packing up and disappearing again, even without taking care of my brother on a shoestring budget, Garrick alone was enough to drive me absolutely insane. Part of me almost missed my stalker’s dramatic deliveries, the gold-and-black boxes, the cryptic warnings. At least that danger was familiar.My phone vibrated. Garrick’s name lit the screen. I groaned but answered anyway. “Hello.”“Beautiful,” he said, far too cheerful. “I’m sending a car to get you in half an hour.

Xavier's POV Selfless. Proud. Defiant. Was she truly the one? Kaelen had already filled Lysander and me in on his questioning of the human girl, describing how she’d somehow shielded her thoughts from him. Her power was undeniable. His words had sparked my curiosity, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her presence. I’d just told her plainly that I intended to taste her blood and claim her body, and she’d dipped her chin in agreement like I’d offered her tea. Utterly captivating.Her pulse betrayed her, of course. It hammered beneath that pale throat, a frantic drumbeat that gave the lie to her calm fa Kaelen. Most humans in her position would be sobbing, begging, crumbling under the weight of facing the three of us. Not her. She stood there, chin lifted, fear locked behind those dark eyes.I couldn’t drag my gaze away. It wasn’t just the scandalously tight black dress clinging to every curve though gods knew that made it harder. Elara was all woman: soft, genero

Elara's POV Then it struck me. Not just fringe, but old-world fringe. The entire mansion’s furnishings, the dresses, the fixtures, everything was from another time. Another century. Old, but grand and well cared for. It was both creepy and intriguing. Old money.“Is the room comfortable enough for you?” he asked.I turned and faced him.“Yes. It’s fine.”A frown tugged his lips down.“Is there anything else you need?”I knew it would be a long shot, but I asked for it anyway.“My wand.”“You can’t have that back.”I crossed my arms with a sigh.“Okay. But I do need my pills. There is a bottle in my coat pocket.”“What are they? The pills.”“I have a rare energy disorder. Without them, I weaken and can’t summon my magic.”“You won’t need your magic here.”“No, you don’t understand. I’ve never missed a dose. I don’t know what will happen if I do.” My heart hammered against my ribcage.“No pills.”His jaw muscles worked.“Don’t try to run. I’ll find you now that I have your scent.”With