All Chapters of Her Six Arrogant Wolves: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amadeus' Point of ViewI fucked up. Alastair was livid beyond comprehension. I had kept yet another thing from him. Concealed it because Nerezza had made me promise. Now it came back to bite me in the ass. As it always does.Would I do it again if I needed to help her? Absolutely! Would I regret it afterward? Hell fucking no. His anger was better than her being hurt again. Especially after dick-face abandoned her. Although, now my twin wanted almost nothing to do with me. It was a harsh reality of being this close to someone. Of being born together. Soon enough, the sun would rise and Nerezza would explain this to everyone. Tell them about what Priamos had done. Not that he had made any effort to explain himself either. The man was mute. Only speaking to his fawn in hushed tones when the thing became unruly.He had slept in a spare bedroom. Woke up two hours before dawn only to find the three of us already waiting for our mate. The disdain on his face was enough to knock a lesser man

Lysander's Point of ViewOur worst fear had come true. Nerezza had been thrown in jail. Our newcomers had told us everything. How they were sent to kill Reginald and how Nerezza had taken the fall for it. According to them, they were too shocked to take her with them. Finding their mate was one thing but realizing she had more than one was a whole other ballgame. So, they had fled into the night. Left our unconscious mate there to be thrown to the wolves. She would no doubt be hanged for her crimes against the royals. Put to death in front of spectators. They would cry. In outrage or in sorrow was still to be determined.I could see our other newcomer struggle against himself. Veins popped out from his neck as he looked at Zaven and Kallik. His eyes morphed into anger. Farren wasn't the same, either. There was a smallness to her now. As if she had collapsed in on herself. Bags beneath her eyes. Red-rimmed. Had she been crying about Nerezza or the lost father figure? We would never

Priamos' Point of ViewWatching the two of them face off was like watching a train crash. You knew it was coming but it looked so peaceful. In slow motion, building up until the inevitable crash. People's getting ruined. Screaming women. Crying children. Their tones were flat. Composed. From years of being inside a palace, I guessed. There was no hard evidence as to how this woman came into the picture from the start. Just that she now owned the place and that didn't sit well with my sister.Even the way she was sitting on the couch was dominating the space. Arms spread out across the back. Smile on her face that bordered on cruel. This girl was the opposite of Farren. Yes, my younger sibling was composed. Elegant, even. She had a dominating aura about her. But this other woman was a master. Where Farren played in the minors, Phaedra won at the masters."What kind of betrayal, Farren darling?" Phaedra mused and scooted in her seat. Took up more space than she had just now. Farren coc

Lysander's Point of ViewI couldn't go to work. Nor could I see my family. With the latter, the reason was more complicated than the former. I simply didn't want them to see me this upset. Distressed. Mother would pry and send father to speak with me when she couldn't throttle it from my throat. Isaac would complain about how I was now leading a double life and they knew next to nothing about it.The same conversation I had every night with my brother.With the former, my mind was a complete mess. Nerezza surrounded every waking thought I had. How we could help her and what they were doing to her in that hell. It was a neverending road that lead me to spiral from time to time. Rip out small hairs at the base of my skull. I was a sitting duck, waiting for our minds to come up with a fucking plan. This was the worst part of it all. Waiting. Always fucking waiting.The twins had settled into a tense silence beside me. Their last argument was about several seconds ago. The moment the new

Amadeus' Point of ViewWe were all crowded into the kitchen. To hold a meeting in the dining room felt too formal for all of our liking. Thus, Farren had insisted we talk over some toast, eggs, and coffee. Which was abnormal, seeing as it felt like just another morning when in reality our mate was being held in a dungeon and the moment Reginald became the king, she was fucked.But eggs and toast were made by Lysander. Coffee by Priamos. Zaven and Kallik just stared at all of us. Tried to get a good reading on the dynamic of the group. Little did they know there was no dynamic to speak of. We all barely knew each other and now we had to work together.The only person who tied us all was rotting in prison beneath a palace. Although, the two of them seemed more like lovers today than friends. Unlike yesterday, they had kept their distance from each other. Spoke only when the other was done talking. Now, they spoke over one another. Finished each other's sentences. Clung to each other's