And Then There Were Four Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

This place seems more extensive than on video. "Fuck, this place is a total wreck," Gunnar proclaims. "It's like a hurricane hit here." "Kendall, got on a reading?" I ask her. Her infrared gadget tells us it is beeping if anybody is done here. "I see four live bodies, but they are strapped on the other side of that door straight ahead." "There are more?" Gunnar says softly. We approached forward towards a keycard door. I stepped back, let Gunnar implant a C4 paste on the handle, and pressed the button. As we took a step back a few feet while the bomb beeps, it gave out a soundless explosion and opened the door.

Fred POV Being home with Tatum and Grace is the best feeling in the world. The last couple of months after Tatum went to Mara have been absolutely insane. You see, when you think things happen for a reason; you think always good things, now I think of bad things as well. I never thought I would say the words I am about to say, but I admire Thatcher Hill. The man was a hero and no one will ever know. He died to save his family.

After thanking the woman again, I left her office, quickly heading to my room to change before going to the assembly. I heard voices outside and rushed down the stairs I had come through yesterday evening, everyone was lined up. It seems like there's some kind of order to it. Once again I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched and I caught the glance of a shadow, just like when Daphne had told me the truth. “Avery!” A familiar voice called and I turned in that direction. Speak of the devil or should I say monster. Daphne takes large strides towards me and soon she is at my side.

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets?

The part of me that had started the healing process cried out in disbelief. Some part of me had known they were mine. All four of them. For a moment, I had thought myself insane. Having four mates was close to impossible. But their former mate had made it work. Savanah. The name that haunted my dreams. Felt so familiar to me that I could weep at hearing it. This was a fucking mess. And they had a lot of explaining to do.

The sound of it reverberated through my bones. “I’m ready,” I whispered, and it wasn’t a whisper at all - it was a surrender. They shifted around me slowly, like a storm circling. Four bodies, four pairs of golden eyes, four wolves with teeth sharp enough to draw blood. Maddox’s thumb stroked the pulse hammering at my throat. Calder’s claws traced down my ribs, leaving no marks but promising them. Jax’s tongue flicked against my ear. Rafe stayed still, watching, the Alpha even here.

"Holy shit..." End of Volume 4: Necessary Risk

I played a section of the audio clip that I had been recording since the beginning. [Brother Fab is indeed fabulous. Even the mighty Ms. Jefferson is completely under your thumb!] [“Ms. Jefferson? She’s nothing. Back when Brother Fab was lending money, he could have any girl he wanted. Now, that’s what I call a good life!”] Upon hearing the audio clip, Tiffany’s mind was instantly transported back five years ago. She was grabbed by several masked men and was nearly violated… Yet, she refused to believe it had anything to do with Fabian.

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?