All Chapters of Her Three Wicked Mates: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elara'S POVWhen we entered the great hall to join the bosses and Ethan Greystone, the Sinful Saints’ leader glared daggers at Claire, while her features remained shuttered. The conversation they’d been having trailed off.“The fuck is she doing in here?” Grey grumbled.I glanced at Xavier, still a little annoyed that he hadn’t stepped in to protect Claire from Grey earlier.“She has all the information we need on 5th Circle,” I said. “She’ll be involved in all of our planning sessions, as well as the attack. If you can’t handle that, then you’re free to leave.”Xavier choked on air.“Elara…” His tone was low, a warning edge to it.Irritation filtered through our connection.“Please excuse us for a moment,” I said to Claire and Grey.Ignoring each other, they both wandered out the door and pulled it closed. Hopefully they wouldn’t kill each other in the hallway.Turning to the bosses, I said, “We need to be on the same page and present a united front. Claire has given up everything to

Kaelen POVElara’s expression held doubt, but the emotions coming from her were curiosity and excitement. I felt the same way. This was going to be interesting. We knew how much she liked to be watched; now we were going to give her what she wanted, in our own way.Xavier and I carried over two armchairs from the sitting area and placed them near the foot of the bed. Elara watched, a thread of apprehension thrumming into my chest. Her emotions spiked when Xavier plopped a black leather bag down beside his chair. For the tenth time, I wondered what was in it.“Who goes first?” I rumbled.Lysander shot a gaze at Xavier.“Rock, paper, scissors?”“Sure.”Elara laughed.“Seriously, you guys?”“Seriously.”Lysander held out his hands.“On the count of three. One, two, three.”He and Xavier were both paper, while I’d gone for rock. I was out. The two of them faced off. This time, Lysander chose paper again, and Xavier beat him with scissors.The vampire scooped up his bag. Lysander took the

Elara'S POV“How does that even work?” I asked Grey. “I mean, only extremely powerful and talented witches can use magic without a wand. And even then, it’s limited.”We stood out in the courtyard where Samuel used to teach me dark magic. All the Sinful Saints members were clustered in small groups, watching and listening. They were as curious about my hybrid abilities as I was about theirs, and I’d shown them my half-shift.“It takes practice, like anything you want to be good at.”Grey lifted his index finger.“This is as powerful as any wand. Hybrids, for some reason, are often more gifted than other supernaturals. I haven’t met one yet who was subpar. But you have to believe in yourself and practice your skills. Start small and build up.”He snapped his fingers and produced a flame, then he murmured and flicked his wrist. The flame grew into a fireball as it shot across the courtyard. Shadow stepped in front of it and the fire dissolved against his shimmery blue protective shield.

Elara'S POVA light rap sounded on the bedroom door, and with an irritated groan, Lysander went to answer it. I peeked up from where I lay nestled between Kaelen and Xavier to find Jace in the doorway. He wouldn’t disturb us unless it was important.Lysander closed the door and came to stand beside the bed.“Vee’s here. She and her two men are waiting for us in the great hall. Get dressed.”“They’re going to have to wait a few minutes,” I said as I untangled myself from my lovers’ limbs and realized that I was sticky and reeked of sex. “I’m taking a shower.”I made it as far as turning on the water before three large bodies pushed into the huge, four-headed shower along with me. I let my gaze linger over their wet, glistening skin. Too bad we had company waiting on us.“If you keep looking at me like that, sweetness, we’ll be in here for a good hour.”Xavier’s eyes burned a trail of lust down my body. Fuck yeah—I meant, no, not right now.Rinsing off, I smirked.“Last one out is a rot

Kaelen POVI roared, crashing my fist into the fucker that Kevin and Aya were holding down. My punches broke bones and tore his flesh until he was unrecognizable, and I was coated in a new layer of blood. They released him and he remained still, his emotions long since vanished along with his life.One less 5th Circle asshole to deal with. I grunted with satisfaction, which was short-lived as I once again narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Someone had set us up. My first guess: this was the enchantress’s doing. We never should have trusted that bitch. Yet, I found her fighting between her men, Damian and Andre, her pink wings smattered with blood. My certainty that she was our traitor faltered.Which left me with my second suspect—Claire. She was born and raised among these fuckers, brainwashed from birth. I’d always found it doubtful she could have so easily betrayed all her family and friends. Sure, all the evidence pointed to her sacrificing everything for Elara’s sake, but what kind o