All Chapters of Her Four Cruel Wolves: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alejandro's Point of ViewFarren was a light in the darkness that was our lives. Without hesitation, she offered up her own money. Her home. Opened her heart to women she had never even met before. Until recently, she hadn't even known they existed.But just like that, she went into action mode. Planned how they would get back to Makatza, the werewolf capital of the world. Organized several people to go shopping for the girls. All different sizes, so no one was left behind. Offered up Lysander's services in finding their families. And if they had no one, she was more than happy to accommodate them at her estate for as long as they needed. Just so long as none of them were sold or used. All she wanted was for them to have better lives than the one they had now.A ray of light.We didn't deserve her in the world we lived in.When night finally fell, we were all settled in. Had crawled beneath a blanket each. Sat as close to Farren as the space would allow. The tv was on some movie Farr

Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was still in the clothes I had last seen her in. Looked radiant. Except for the bruises around her neck. Red lines went from one side of her neck to the other. They contrasted her pale skin horribly. If it weren't for those red lines, I never would have known something was wrong. My mom looked like she was sleeping. Not gone from this world. Although, the beeping machine to her left indicated her heart was still going. Keeping her alive."Dominique has taken it one step too far," Rafael said from beside me. His hands were balled into fists. Mouth set into a grim line. Camilo stood at my mother's feet. Stunned into silence. Even the Don was livid. If Dominique had the audacity to go after his own wife, there was no end to what he was capable of doing."He crossed the first line when he tried to have Farren killed. This is just cementing his fate." I growled. The monitor's constant bleeps frayed my nerves. Reminded me of how fragile this life was. I hadn

Farren's Point of ViewThey lead me through a maze of walkways. Ushered me by my arms, even when I tried desperately to get free. Twisted my arms in their grip and wrenched. Nothing changed or happened. They would only adjust their grip and carry on.Stony faces would look nowhere else but in front of them. Even pleading my case was a ridiculous thought. But I tried anyway. There was no harm in trying. Especially seeing as I knew where they were taking me. I would rather die by my own hand than face Dominique.The wife killer."You don't have to do this, you know. I am rather wealthy. I could pay all of you even more than what Dominique and Camilo are squabbling over." My voice sounded empty. Hollow. There was no telling what ran through their minds but it was clear the feeble attempt had failed.We took another left. Ascended some stairs. Here the pipes groaned. The buzz of electricity was also louder. There was most likely a transformer close by. So was the uppermost parking area. T

Quintez's Point of ViewThe news came when I was in the shower. Half delirious from all the weed I smoked. Singing to myself the same song over and over again. Which I forgot the name of. But it was a banger and I honestly always loved the sound of my voice whilst singing. Especially when I was higher than a kite.Hanging halfway out of the shower with the water still raining down on the rest of my body, I picked up my phone from the basin. The stand my basin sat atop was concrete and solid with the basin curving up and away from it. Which made it the perfect place to put my phone.Not that it mattered.What was I doing again?Oh. Right. I picked up the phone to see the number dialing in. A number. Not a name. It was another one of our burner phones. I always opted out of one when they offered them monthly. Said that no one would track a low life like myself if I had a more expensive phone.Honestly, I just always forgot to memorize the new number and had to always call the center for

Quintez's Point of View When everything finally sunk in, I realized the rest of the room was staring at me. Their faces were twisted and morphed into curiosity. Some had their lips tugged into a pleasant smile, mainly Roberto and Dominique. Ever since I had joined forces with Dominique, his youngest son had taken a liking to me. Saw me as more of an older brother than his older brother was. Out of the three men, he was the nicest. Sweetest. Sadly, he was blessed with such a fucked up father and brother. Although, his mother had seemed nice before they promptly discarded her. Avoiding eye contact with the girl still tied to the chair, I skirted past her. Smiled back at Dominique when he embraced me from the side. His breath smelled of alcohol when he exhaled. When Roberto offered another drink to his father. When he declined with an upturned palm, Roberto moved it toward me as an offer. I shook my head. "Smoked a large bowl before your dad called. If I took that now I might en