All Chapters of Her Three Wicked Mates: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Elara POVShouts reached me from the courtyard and my gut twisted. It was the early morning hours. Claire should be returning from her assignment, but those shouts didn’t sound good.My guys stirred, too. Quickly and quietly, the four of us dressed then raced down the stairs, tension thrumming through our mate bond.Beau appeared in the foyer and turned on the exterior lights. Claire and Ash stood in the courtyard. Neither one seemed hurt, until Claire produced a silver dagger and held the blade against Ash’s neck.“Go on, do it,” he taunted. Ash tore open his shirt, exposing his chest to her. “Plunge it right in my heart!”I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. Seriously? We were woken up because these two were having another tiff?Claire’s shriek was pure frustration, but she put the knife away. Beau eyed them both. “What’s… going on here?”“He followed me on my mission.” Claire rounded on us. “Then he threw himself in front of me to block a spell. He could have gotten killed!” Her vo

Xavier POVGiven what had happened to the Nox Coven Cartel, Tri-Cities Conglomerate, and the White River Pack, I made sure to tell the rest of our associates to go to ground. Anyone and everyone who had ever worked for us, or offered us assistance, was now in hiding or out of the country. Which meant that we were cut off from our information sources, and now completely reliant on Agent Martin and the SIB.I hated that reality. However, I was not willing to risk getting anyone else killed. What had happened to Mama Holt haunted me day and night. I kept reminding myself that she was well aware of the risks in our line of business. We tangled with dangerous people.Even so, my heart was crushed by losing her in this way. But I couldn’t let that drag me down. We had a mission to focus on and a fight to win. Vengeance tasted sweeter by the moment.The sound of chimes ringing echoed through the manor house. Beau had put this magic in place because he was tired of all the running around and

Elara POVI didn’t know what to say to that. My mind was reeling from the confirmation that I was the granddaughter of an ancient soul-eating immortal. A man so depraved that he fed on witches to enhance his own powers, and give his already extended life even more longevity. What had he done to my poor grandmother? She obviously lived long enough to have his child. Did my mom know? That also meant Orion had Stella blood in his veins, yet he’d joined our enemy. How did that make any sense?Was I such a powerful witch because I’d inherited that magic from a soul-eating, practically invincible, ruthless Tromara? That was like being a direct descendant of the Devil—or worse. Because I was pretty sure the Devil was actually nicer than the Tromara. And one of those things was my grandfather.Boom. My head was going to fucking explode. I needed time to process and think.“Elara, are you okay?” Xavier used my name for once, instead of his usual endearment, and that concerned me. I probably l

Lysander POVThis plan, if anyone can call it that, better work,” I muttered under my breath as I rounded a corner and shot the two guards by the warehouse side entrance. 5th Circle knew we were coming, they had to, this reeked of a trap. There was barely any security around this place and we were making enough noise to alert the dead of our arrival. Yet… no witches were stopping us from entering.And that was a very bad sign.I pulled open the door. Agent Martin, Kevin, Vincent, and several more of my Penumbra crew stormed the place. Someone flicked the lights on. They flickered, then buzzed as they cast an eerie blue glow over the enormous space, and I stopped short.Against the walls and in several long rows down the center were cages—with children inside. They were alive, stirring and shielding their eyes against the sudden bright light. It was the early hours of the morning and they’d most likely been sleeping.Our priority was to find and rescue Prince Ryder. But I wasn’t perman

Xavier POVElara’s tumultuous emotions suddenly blipped out. Not a particularly good sign. My head snapped toward Kaelen, whose complexion paled as he felt the same thing I did. It was enough to make Lysander stop fighting with Agent Martin and shift back to his human form. Finally,“What happened?” Lysander snarled from behind the bars our witches and Fae were working on breaking down. The damned thing had been fighting back. “Where is she?”“What’s wrong?” Martin asked gruffly, also emerging from his wolf form. He had long, seeping gashes along his ribs, and he bled from numerous smaller wounds. Hell, Lysander didn’t look much better.“I can’t feel Elara through our link any more.” Lysander’s pained tone made my chest violently constrict. “I knew we shouldn’t have let her go alone.”Annoyingly, the SIB agent’s tan skin blanched at the news. He frowned deeply and opened his mouth to speak.Kaelen cut him off, “No, wait, I can feel her. It’s faint, like she’s far away. But she’s aliv