All Chapters of Her Three Dominant Wolves: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Teagan's Point of View I was going home. The thought was both thrilling and saddening at the same time. After days spent in Desert Sun, I couldn't get Jonah to agree to any of our terms. I had made an enemy out of my parents. Alienated one of my mates whilst lying to the other about his existence. No. This was not the pack I wanted to be in for the rest of my life. This was not the pack I wanted to wake up to in the morning. Yet I had this looming feeling that I would be back. Like there was no escape from this place for me. Not truly. Ciaran was going to fight Jonah for Desert Sun, or Bellamy was going to be backed by Eiecrunt, granted he give us what we wanted. Bellamy. Bellamy Johanness. The heir of Desert Sun and my mate. A heady compilation of words, to say the least. If Ciaran was going to indulge in the latter, there was no chance I would come to deliver the verdict. Only then would I tell Harland about it all. Only then that I would bare my soul to the leaders of my pa

Teagan's Point of View Breathing in the air of Eiecrunt felt like a rite of passage. It filled my lungs. Filled my soul. Desert Sun felt like a distant memory compared to the elation I had in my chest. The feeling of invincibility at my back. This was where I belonged. Where I needed to be. Harland was waiting for me on the other side. Happy. In love. Fuck Desert Sun and fuck the people there as well. Jonah could shove his proposal up his ass. I would never move back there. Not even for a million fucking dollars. We were slowly getting off the plane. Moved at a snail's pace whilst kids screamed in their mothers' ears. Ulrich was tightly pressed to my back, causing just enough sparks between us that I wanted to push him backward. Shove him as far away from me as possible. But the conversations we had had was enlightening. There was nothing I didn't tell him about myself. Except for being a wolf, of course. No human mind could comprehend that fact without imploding on the spot.

Teagan's Point of View I woke up to Harland clinging to my side. Staring at me with a calmness on his face. His hand was brushing my hair. Lazy strokes that sent goosebumps down my arms. My legs. He looked as in love with me as the first time I told him I loved him. As in love as he had been nine years ago. His entire world, just an inch away from him. A blush crawled over my cheeks then and I covered my face with my hands. "Good morning," I mumbled from behind my hands. Somehow I never got used to him admiring me this much. Never got used to him staring at me whenever the mood struck him. "Good morning, beautiful." He replied and leaned forward. His lips softly kissed the top of my head, making me blush even more. "How long have you been staring at me?" I asked. Harland shrugged. I moved one of my fingers to look at him. A large grin had spread across his face. "Maybe an hour. Maybe more." Giggling, I twisted onto my side. Placed my hand on the side of his face. Harland le

Teagan's Point of View They knew something was off with Jonah now, at least. It was strange that he wanted to accommodate my parents as much as he did. Strange that he would deny himself a hefty sum of money if I didn't want to go back to his godforsaken pack. Most of my side was now clean. Everything in the air between us. At least none of them blamed for me Jonah's reluctance to sign the deal. But the fact that war was brewing sang in my mind. Blew me almost out of the water. None of them wanted to tell me what was going on because I was vulnerable. At an odd angle in life at the moment. Backing Bellamy. What a distressing thought to have. One I didn't want to think about for too long. Or the fact that they wanted to arm themselves with weapons to go up against Phaedra. All of this meant that we had to get the uranium mine as soon as possible. I knew there was something brewing in the capital, don't get me wrong, but I never imagined it being this bad. For things to escalat

Ulrich's Point of ViewThis must have been fate or some other form of divine intervention.I was scouting the mall for some people. Anyone who might look like they needed a fix. Some cash. Someone easy. Vulnerable.Until I saw her. Noticed her lounging on a bench between some potted ferns. Her eyes were tightly shut. Arms bracing her body on the bench behind her. But she looked different. Something was off.As if her sadness spoke to me on a deeper level. Called to me gently.I would never refuse to help a lady in need. Especially one that looked this beautiful, even with her sad glow. On that plane, something inside me switched. There was this pull to her that I couldn't explain. A draw that made me hover too close and hold my breath for too long.When we touched on accident, it was like electricity running through my veins. Filled me to the brim with a sense of elation I couldn't shove away. It was intoxicating. Heady.Something I had never felt before until now. Until her.From h