All Chapters of Her Four Cruel Wolves: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Farren's Point of View We took my family to the Amador manor. Milla and Conan were shaking from fear. Trembled with each step they took. Lysander was covered in blood from head to toe. The assassins had huddled together as they walked. Stayed silent. They had taken the brunt of the force. Took it upon themselves to shield the rest of their family. Which was admirable. Although, Zaven had gotten hurt in the process. The tip of his ear had been shot off. Luckily he had heard the bullet coming. Dodged just enough that it wasn't a clean shot. Still, the assassin looked horrid with red coming down the side of his face. Isabelle had gotten several blankets from upstairs and laid them all on the couches in the living room downstairs. Mrs. Amador had come out of her safe space and stood at the fireplace. Her eyes scanned the room from time to time but other than that she was more a statue than a person. Nerezza was holding onto her children on the couch. Whispered to them softly whenever

Farren's Point of View His body pressed in closer. Shoved me against the door without so much as touching me. I kept staring up. Felt his burning gaze settle on my face. His eyes consumed my exposed skin. Settled on the crook of my neck. I gulped down a breath. "Going to open up for me or should I take it by force?" He growled, mouth inches above me. I licked my bottom lip. Stared at his mouth, now curved up into an evil smirk. Just behind him, Camilo was sitting on the edge of his table. Watched the interaction keenly. Alejandro, on the other hand, had moved closer. Pressed his back against the wall to my right, face a mask of stone. His jaw clenched and unclenched. Fingers twitched at his sides. Lust had filled his face. Drove his eyes to roam me over and over again. Or he was assessing how much damage he would do to Rafael if he placed a finger wrongly. The scent of arousal clouded the room again as a rock sank down to my stomach. I felt my heartbeat grow between my legs. Rafa

Camilo's Point of ViewBlame it on the crips weather. Blame it on post-sex happiness. Blame it on the fact that Farren now lived with me indefinitely. Blame it on whatever you wanted but we had decided to hold our morning meeting outside in the garden instead of in the office.Alejandro had spread himself out on his lounge chair. Basked in the sun, with his hair shining in the rays. Rafael had donned a pair of sunglasses, his laptop set to max brightness on his lap. I had put on some shorts and a short-sleeved button-down shirt. The air was practically humming at us. With birds singing in the distance and our guards talking into their earpieces all across the lawn, nothing felt better. More relaxing. Except for when Rafael brought up the plague looming at our front door as of late."Are we going to open up a different distribution line to try and stop the thefts from happening?" The man asked and tipped his sunglass forward so that I could see his eyes.The three dreads he had as a f

Farren's Point of ViewHe plopped me down inside one of his SUVs. Locked the door before I could get out. I might have been in his oversized clothes but the playfulness caught me by surprise. Warmed the colder spots in my heart. It shone a light in the dark and made me realize there might be hope for us.For this relationship. Camilo had a softer side to him. Something I had thought impossible. Wherever we were going, I didn't care that I was only wearing the stupid outfit I had on now. Because it was with him and no one would dare say a word whilst I was around him.Shuffling around the car, Camilo opened his door and slid inside. His grin was infectious. Devilish. I scowled at him. Tugged at the bottom of the shirt to show him that I looked like a peasant and not his mate. I might have been too happy to care about what I was wearing but I didn't want him to know that."I can't go out in public like this," I whined. Tried to keep the cheer out of my voice. The smile off of my face.

Quintez's Point of ViewI couldn't get her off of my mind. Not when I was asleep. Or when I ate. Not when I had to carry out orders and sneak around in the dark. Not even when I had a rather beautiful brunette bouncing on my face and dick. Somehow, that night, I couldn't come for the first time in my life.I had seen an angel and now I craved heaven.Her beautiful long almost white hair bounced behind her as she walked. The gentle curve of her spine. It all came rushing at me when I least expected it to. Plagued me night and day. Or rather, one night and one day. But it was already maddening. To think that somewhere out in the world there was a female wolf waiting just for me. With pristine porcelain skin. Long hair. Breasts that perked up in the rain from the cold. A vision. Everything I could ever want.Needless to say, the brunette got bored of me once she realized I wasn't going to entertain her for long. Because I could feel my cock was hard. Feel the inside of her pussy. But I