All Chapters of Her Three Wicked Mates: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Xavier'S POV I stroked her hair as she slept in Lysander’s arms and Kaelen focused on healing her. Overwhelming possessiveness stirred in my chest. I didn’t want to take her away from my brothers. She belonged to each of us equally, and we to her. No, the feeling came from that fucking vampire, Alex, who’d dared to taste our woman.I was glad Chantrea had decided on swift, traditional justice or I would have demanded it myself. There were parts about the old ways that I appreciated—though not many of them. Having the Nox Coven Cartel under my roof sent a chill to my bones. They reminded me of the coven I grew up in. The same aloof demeanors, a strict hierarchical structure, and harsh punishments.Being at the very bottom of that viper’s nest was the worst possible place in the world. A place I’d endured for eighteen years. What good was the lowliest of the servants—a slave in all but name—other than as a source of food for the higher ups? And every vampire was of a higher standing th

Elara'S POV The full moon broke through the clouds long enough to see her in all of her glory. After several days of rain, most of the snow had melted, leaving patches of white in the shadier spots under the thick evergreens.I looked at Lysander. “So, how does this work?”He placed his hands on my shoulders. “Relax and give into it. The moon will draw out your wolf whether you want it to or not, so let go and let it happen.”“Okay.”That sounded easy enough.He started to undress in the near freezing cold of the rose garden. For some privacy, we’d chosen a spot some way away from the White River Wolves and the few lone wolves who made up the Penumbra Pack.I followed Lysander’s lead. My skin instantly pebbled from the chill. Inside, I was a mess of nerves and questions. What would it feel like? What color was my wolf, white like Lysander’s? Would I know myself once I became a beast?And most importantly, could I control my urges or would I be a mindless animal acting on pure instinc

Lysander'S POV Damien Garcia had returned to his estate as we’d hoped. Whatever trip had come up on short notice and called him away hadn’t lasted long.He, and his Eclipse wolves, were hunting in his woods tonight. Right where we wanted them.We’d gone over the plan one last time in the great hall, then everyone went their separate ways to get ready and gather in the garage.I strapped a gun to my ankle while listening to Elara put Xavier in his place. He’d had the balls to tell her he didn’t want her to come tonight. I wanted her safe at home too, but I wasn’t going to tell her that because I didn’t want her biting off my head.“Listen here, vampire, I kicked your ass with my magic. I’ve spent two weeks training hard for tonight.”She shoved a finger in his chest. My mate was fierce. As much as I wanted to protect her, I also trusted her to look after herself—mostly.Ah fuck, who was I kidding? My protective instincts were turbo charged tonight. I’d be at her side the entire time,

Elara'S POV Startling awake, I bolted upright. My head pounded and my vision tilted as I took in the iron-barred cage, the thick chains at my wrists and ankles that threaded through the bars, and the sparse lantern glowed in the cavern. I must have passed out because I sure as hell hadn’t fallen asleep.I tested my wolf strength against the chains. They groaned but held. Fuck! Even if I shifted, I’d probably be trapped in this cage. I could really use my wand right about now—except it was lying in the forest somewhere. I was so pissed at myself for dropping it. Again. If—when—I got out of here, I was going to remedy that ongoing problem.Three figures approached the cage. The one in the middle I recognized. Maddox. He took out a key and unlocked the door which opened with an ear-grating squeal. The other two remained outside as he let himself in.“Hello there, she-wolf,” he said.Staring up at him, I’d forgotten how huge this guy was, all bulging muscles on top of a six-and-a-half-fo

Elara'S POV Ten funeral pyres burned bright with green and orange magical flame. The vibrant colors shone against the darkening sky as dusk settled over us. Ten. That’s how many we lost. Two vampires from Nox Coven Cartel, three of the White River Wolves, one bear from the Tri-Cities Conglomerate, and four of our own, including Samuel.I let my tears fall freely as I stood between Lysander and a red-eyed Mrs. Holt. The bear we’d lost had been Husk, Morpheus’s second-in-command. The big bear chief had his arm wrapped around Mrs. Holt’s shoulders, a grim expression on his face—mirrored on most of those around us. My own mates—I kept calling them that in my head—included.In silence, we paid homage to those whose souls had journeyed to the Underworld, or the afterlife, or wherever they went. I already missed Samuel. His death rattled me to the core. There was no knowing how much time each of us had here on earth. At any moment, it could be taken away. The time we had with each other was