From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351 Brothers??

ZARA.

He hummed. “I think I prefer to call you my little pookie

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A tingling sensation ghosted across my skin. I swallowed hard, ignoring the way the nickname made me feel. It sounded more badass than the cutesy names other men used. And I kind of liked it.

I lifted my chin. “Two times in less than twenty–four hours… in a city this big, no less. If I were a paranoid person, I’d say you were following me.”

His mouth curved slowly into a smile as he gave me a once–over.

“I could say the same thing to you though, couldn’t I?”

I shook my head. “I was here first, so definitely not.”

“You really are full of fire, aren’t you Zara?” he chuckled, and my heart fluttered.

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“Who are you? I should know who my stalker is.”

“Hades.”

He didn’t deny being my stalker.

Interesting.

I mouthed his name without thinking, tasting it on my lip.

His nostrils flared, eyes flashing red for a heartbeat before darkening again to their usual almost–black brown. He stopped in front of me, his friends flanking him on either side.

Damn, Hades was so tall I had to tilt my head back just to keep his face in view. Dorian wasn’t as tall, though with him hunching forward I couldn’t be completely sure. Hades easily had at least forty pounds on him too.

“How tall are you?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

I bit my lip. Mortified.

I needed to learn to shut up. I swear my mouth was going to be the death of me.

The man to Hades’s left barked a laugh, startling me. There was nothing warm or friendly about it. My skin prickled with unease. I told myself it was just the warehouse–the echoing space, the dim light, the way every sound seemed too loud in here. Anyone would feel on edge in a place like this.

I forced my shoulders to relax and brushed it off.

I finally spared a glance at his friends. The one on the left, who’d laughed, slapped Hades on the shoulder playfully. And another scary or maybe not so scary thing that I noticed? They all had white hair? What the hell is this? What the fuck? With the same face but different eye colour. Were they brothers? I don’t understand how four men can look the same.

“Yep: . Hades here’s a big motherfucker. What are you? Six and a half feet tall?”

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Chapter 351 Brothers??

Six five,” Hades replied evenly, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

My gaze trailed down to his thick thighs. The fabric of his jeans stretched taut over the muscle.

And I wouldn’t mind climbing him like a tree.

His friend laughed again. That’s what’s ill call them for now, friends because I was so fucking confused.

My eyes whipped back up to Hades’s face with a gasp.

“Did I just say that out loud?”

His answering grin was sinful.

“Damn, Hades. Did you hear that? She definitely wants you.”

Kill. Me. Now.

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I tore my gaze from Hades, embarrassed, eyeing his friend warily. He was the shortest of the three men, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. Plus, he wasn’t exactly smiling. More like baring his teeth.

White hair, pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones and an even sharper jaw, lined with black ink. Snake and vine tattoos crawled up his neck in black and grey. The sides of his white hair were shaved, the top lay down and the length was at least to the middle of his back. He had a weird white thingy that looked like an eyeliner below his eyes and the conclusion I came to was that he’s gorgeous.

He had gauged ears and a lip piercing that completed the gothic look. His own gothic wasn’t giving black aesthetics though, it was given white. He also wore a suit but the difference is that he had gloves on.

I realized I’d been holding my breath.

Goddess.

This guy was unsettling. He was hot, sure, but my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I should be backing away.

He was…intense. To say the least.

“It’s Zara?” he asked, tilting his head. The movement was animalistic enough to make me swallow thickly. A slow grin curved his mouth when I looked back into his eyes, like my discomfort entertained him.

Jerk.

Finally, I nodded, caught off guard by how sharp those charcoal–rimmed eyes were.

“Since Hades here is apparently allergic to manners, I’m Cassian,” he said smoothly. “And that’s Malachi.” He pointed a gloved, finger toward the silent one.

My chest tightened without warning, and I had to consciously force my gaze away. Back to Hades… then to the other man who hadn’t spoken since they’d walked in. Same white hair. A nervousness settled over me, my grip tightening on my purse. I wasn’t

sure who was the safest to look at.

Malachi stood slightly behind them, broad like Hades but shorter. He looked Native American, with tribal–style tattoos tracing around his neck and up his clean–shaved chin, settling just beneath his full bottom lip. I wondered what they meant, but i thought it might be rude to ask.

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+is white hair fell past his shoulders–longer than mine–and his arms were as thick as my thighs. He looked like a pro wrestler. When his dark eyes met mine, they were steady, Kind.

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