Todos os capítulos de Her Three Wicked Mates: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Elara'S POV That evening I was struck with a brilliant idea. I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner. It could have, potentially, saved me a lot of inner turmoil. Or it could totally backfire. The outcome depended at least somewhat on Kaelen’s mood.After asking several guards, I was directed to a gym on the ground floor that I never knew existed. Thumping sounds were nearly drowned out by blaring, heavy beat electronica music. I poked my head inside the open door and my gaze landed on Kaelen’s scarred, muscular back. He was beating the shit out of a punching bag suspended from the ceiling.I paused, staring. He wore a pair of shorts, that was all. On bare feet, he bounced up, to and away from the bag as it swung from thick chains. My gaze traveled up his brawny calves and thighs, to a rock-hard ass, then higher to those impressively broad shoulders. Somehow, he seemed even larger half-naked.I couldn’t help licking my lips. At least lust was there. That wasn’t a found

Elara'S POV “He has a half-form, just like me,” Lysander said, smiling at me with his eyes from across the dinner table.We were eating in Xavier’s parlor just like old times—the four of us seated before the blazing hearth with a wealth of food on the table. In the past week, as I’d healed, I’d managed to put on enough weight that my cheeks were no longer hollow.I’d told first Lysander, then Xavier about the memory 5th Circle had somehow corrupted and fed me. How they’d used Orion to deliver it, or maybe there’d been magic in that holding cell. Either way, the abbreviated version was a half-truth—a lie. A lie meant to break me. To make me hate myself and believe that I deserved to suffer punishment and then die.I swallowed my mouthful of shrimp scampi.“So, why is it that I can’t shift until the full moon? I don’t have my locket and I’ve been off those suppressant pills for weeks. I should have my full hybrid abilities, right?”“You might be able to if you tried really hard, but yo

Elara'S POV The malachite wand felt unfamiliar in my hand. It was weighted differently than my old citrine wand. I swished my wrist again and inky smoke streamed from the end, covering a nearby rosebush. The shrub wilted, blackened, and shriveled to dust.“Not bad,” Samuel said from where he stood several feet away. “Not bad at all.”We were in the garden behind the house. Snow-covered evergreen bushes and vines were laid out in an obvious, symmetrical pattern. In the center was an open space that allowed for practicing dangerous spells.My breath fogged as I spoke. “Isn’t that what it’s supposed to do?”“Yes. But you’re hesitating. Put some determination behind the spell. Try it again.”Shockingly, Samuel had stopped glaring at me and agreed to tutor me in magic. He was actually a good teacher, too. He was older than the bosses, putting him close to twenty to thirty years my senior. If the aKaelenmy was ever looking for a dark magic instructor, he’d be perfect for the job.I tried a

Elara'S POV Lysander stood behind me with his arms outstretched on either side of mine as he helped me aim the handgun at the target. We’d spent two hours going over safety and handling. Now we were onto how to actually fire the thing. His nearness wasn’t helping with my concentration. Neither was the hard-on pressed to my lower back.“Relax your shoulders,” he said. “Don’t lock your elbows.”“How am I supposed to remember all this with you grinding against me?”His breath warmed my ear. “I can’t help it. You look too fucking sexy holding a gun.”He nuzzled my neck.I rubbed my ass against him at the same time as I said, “You’re fired. I need a new instructor.”Lysander chuckled. “Why don’t we fuck against that wall to clear our heads?”He sucked on my earlobe, and I moaned. Right now, that sounded like a great idea. We had the shooting range all to ourselves.The door opened and Jace stuck his head inside.“Good evening, sir, miss.”He took us in with a single sweeping gaze.“Pardon

Elara'S POV Then she leaned over the fox shifter and waved. “I’m Analyssa Thorne.”“Elara Vance.”I waved in return.“I know,” she said with a wink. “You’re like a celebrity around here.”I held in a groan. The reminder that they were all counting on me to break their curse made my stomach knot up.“Don’t bother her,” Nalanie said. “The girl’s trying to relax. Now shut up and watch the movie or get out.”Analyssa shot me a fangy grin, then tugged a pillow out from behind Aya and hugged it to her chest. Ballsy.“Fucking brat,” Aya muttered, resituating herself. “I’m going to tell Jace you’re here causing problems. And no, you may not have my beer!”She snatched the bottle away from the teenager.“Jace?” I asked Nalanie.What did the butler have to do with this girl?“He’s her uncle.”She elbowed Analyssa. “This little fifteen-year-old brat—”“I’m sixteen.”“—is his to deal with. Most of the time.”“I see.”I glanced at the vampire girl as Nalanie started playing the movie. If she live