All Chapters of Her Four Cruel Wolves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Farren’s Point of ViewHe was utterly handsome. To the point where I no longer knew if I was in a sinners den or if I had been moved to a photoshoot. His hair fell perfectly across his forehead. Straight teeth gleamed in the light. That smile. Goddess. That smile of his. Curled up on one side. Straight on the other. As if he knew the world’s secrets and wouldn’t tell a soul.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop in and intrude.” I fumbled out, trying to get a grip on my reeling mind. The handsome man smiled more. This time, both corners of his mouth curled up. He was pleased. Hopefully satisfied with the way I looked.Extending a hand, I took it, grateful for the help. The sparks that ran the length of his hand and into my own were a thrill I had no idea would be so intoxicating. Although, my knees barked at me when I finally stood.“No worries. If I had known I would find someone of such importance today, I would have dressed up a bit more.” He joked.I smiled sheepishly back and brushed

Farren's Point of View Everything looked different from the vantage point of a car. The buildings seemed to lean away from us. The people as well. Although, the Amador family crest flattened itself against the side of the car. Maybe that was why the people tended to lean and look away. They wanted to live in peace, and our presence blew them in every direction except ours. It was a sorrowful sight. To know that I was now part of the reason these people hurried inside and shut their doors. Stopped whatever they had to do and fled. But my brother was driving and I couldn't yell at him to stop. Place a few dollars in their hands and tell them to spoil themselves a bit. That I was sorry for causing so much unrest in their lives. Camilo had sauntered off the moment he realized he was unwelcome. Smiled at my brother and walked away with his hands in his pockets. As if nothing in the world could keep him from me. Not even my own reluctance. Benicio had bristled but our conversation was ove

Farren's Point of ViewWaking up early had always been my worst nightmare. Until I had endured a true nightmare last night. It shook me to my core. Ripped out a piece of my chest I was unsure whether I would be able to fill it again. Because it involved a faceless man lurking in the shadows. Watched me whilst I tried to sleep. Stroked my hair whilst I moaned for him to get away.That's what happened when Camilo entered my room last night. Left a hand print on my soul that I would never be able to wash off. I felt dirty. Disgusted. Tainted in a way I had never experienced before. Because he had broken into my room last night. Acted as if it was the most normal thing on earth.It wasn't. I had hid my trembling. Shoved my fear so far down I nearly choked on it. But the moment he left, I felt a small sense of relief. Until I had to sleep. The thought of him coming back. Of watching me. It sent shivers down my spine.There was an undeniable danger surrounding the mafia boss. A threat that

Farren's Point of View I knew something was wrong the moment we drove into the estate. My mother stood on the porch. Foot tapping. Eyes narrowed in slits. Arms crossed over her chest. Benicio stood a ways behind her. He refused to look anywhere but at the car. Yes, something was definitely wrong. When I came back from my years-long trip, as they had put it later on, no one had come out to greet me. I had to get out and find them one by one. The house had been foreign and strange. But they had remained in their designated spots. Refused to come to greet me at the door when they knew I was coming. "What did you do now?" Louisa asked with an exasperated sigh. I glared at her but slid out of the car. The lingering fear from my stalker had vanished. Dulled into a smooth rock that sank to the bottom of my stomach. Seeing them out on the porch, there was a different kind of fear. Had Priamos passed? Or Nerezza? Or any one of her mates? The thought was stifling. Brought new heights to my

Farren's Point of ViewSteam billowed out of the shower as I stepped out. Trailed behind me when I walked to the mirror above the basin. There was something rather soothing to having scalding water hit you with force. Massage away some of the lingering tension. But it couldn't wash away the dread I had for the rest of my stay here.It was no secret that my mother had cancer. That she refused treatment. We kept it quiet, though. Acted as if nothing was out of place. At night, I would bring her food when the servants weren't there. Hurry a bowl to her when she wanted to throw up.Cancer was a horrid thing. Even more so to wolves, seeing as we healed much faster than humans. Our bodies would cave in sooner than humans' as well. Blame our genetics. A blight on our race. I was here to help my mother. The last thing I could do for the woman who had given birth to me. Nerezza had been more of a mother than Elizabeth ever had. When my father left her, she never quite recovered. Or so Priamos