Loraine’s POVThe fuck did he just say to me??I could feel my anger boiling over as Hunter’s dumb silence filled the room. Again. He just kept dodging my questions about Mabel, like I didn’t have the right to know anything. Like I wasn’t worthy of an answer.“Fine,” I snapped, spinning on my heel. “If you’re not going to be honest with me, I’ll just go talk to someone who is.”He looked up sharply, his gaze narrowing. “Where exactly are you going?”I didn’t hesitate, meeting his eyes head-on. “I’m going to find Prince Gideon,” I said coldly. “At least he promised he wouldn’t try to hide anything from me or make me feel like an afterthought.”The flash of fury in Hunter’s eyes was instant, and he took a quick step forward, blocking my path. “Loraine, you’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.I crossed my arms and raised mychin defiantly. “I’ll go wherever I want to. You don’t get to control me, Hunter. And if you decide that I’m more important than some fucking
Loraine’s POV I stormed out of Hunter’s room, barely containing the anger bubbling in my chest. I just needed to get out, to breathe, and I didn’t care where I ended up. I wandered aimlessly, my feet carrying me far from the manor, down trails and past quiet streams. I didn’t even bother to keep track of time. I just needed to be alone. Now and then, I felt the gentle prodding of Sasha and Chloe’s voices through the mind link, searching for me. I knew they were worried, but I couldn’t let them find me. They’d only tell Hunter where I was, and he was the last person I wanted to see. I shut them out, blocking their attempts to reach me. A few hours passed, and I could feel the last bit of my frustration start to fade. And with that, guilt began to settle in. I knew my words to Hunter had cut deep. I had implied that I wouldn’t choose him. I remembered seeing the hurt flash in his eyes—and there was a part of me that regretted saying it, even if he had pushed me to that breaking poi
Loraine’s POVI froze, unable to believe what I was seeing. Maids hurried in and out, arms loaded with what looked like... broken pieces of my furniture? My heart pounded as I took in the scene, my shock mounting. My bedframe was snapped, my bedside table smashed to splinters, and clothes were scattered across the floor like a whirlwind had blown through. It looked as if someone had completely lost control.Sasha and Chloe exchanged a nervous glance, as if debating how to explain.“What exactly happened here?” My voice trembled.Sasha bit her lip, not meeting my eyes. "Loraine, as we told you before, we think Alpha Hunter... he was the one who did this. Last night.”I felt a lump in my throat. Hunter had done this? Out of anger? It didn’t make sense. He’d been upset, yes, but to destroy my room like this? The idea unsettled me, sparking a mixture of emotions—shock, confusion, and an aching sadness.Before I could fully process it, I sensed another presence nearby. Turning, I saw Princ
Loraine’s POV The implication stung, and I could feel the bitterness twisting in my gut. “So what am I supposed to do, Gideon? Just stand by and accept it." My voice was sharper than I expected. Gideon reached out, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. “No,” he said softly. “You deserve someone who’ll be open with you, who’ll make you feel secure... someone who won’t let jealousy and the past get in the way.” I looked up at him, feeling the weight of his words sink in. He wasn’t just talking about Hunter—he was talking about himself, about the part of him that was willing to be the steady, supportive presence I needed. But even as the thought tempted me, the guilt gnawed at me, a reminder that my heart was torn between two people. As if reading my hesitation, Gideon’s gaze hardened slightly. “You know, I would never make you question your place in my life, Loraine,” he murmured. “If I were given a chance, I would put you first. Always.” A small spark of anger ignited inside me,
I stood in the middle of my room, trying to take in the mess left behind.There were shards of glass littered on the floor, the sheets were ripped off the bed, and a few of my belongings were scattered and broken across the room.Seeing my room like this made my heart sink, and I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sting of hurt that came with it. How mad at me would someone have to be to do this?Preston stood beside me, helping me sort through the mess. He looked around with a deep frown, his jaw tight. "Loraine," he said quietly, kneeling down to pick up one of my broken picture frames. “This wasn’t an accident or some random vandalism. Whoever did this was angry. Very, very angry. It was intentional.”I bit my lip, feeling a knot of worry form in my stomach. "But... who could be that angry at me? I don’t understand." I ran my fingers over the splintered edges of a jewelry box my mother had given me, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me.Whoever did this hadn’t just broken into
Loraine’s POV “Don’t play dumb, Hunter,” Kris snapped. “Loraine’s room was torn apart last night. Completely trashed. And everyone here knows you were the last one with her before it happened.” I watched as Hunter’s eyes widened, genuine surprise reflecting in them. “What? I…I didn’t know... His voice trailed off as he looked past them toward me, a deep frown creasing his face. “Loraine, I swear, I would never do something like that.” My heart ached seeing him like this; there was genuine hurt and confusion on his face. Despite the accusations, something in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. “I believe you, Hunter,” I said softly, stepping a little forward, though Killian’s arm extended to keep me back. Hunter’s face relaxed slightly at my words, but it was shortlived as his brothers closed in on him again. “Then why did you vanish with Mabel, brother?” Preston’s voice was sharp, cutting through the room. “If you were so worried about Loraine, why disappear without a word
Loraine’s POV When I finally opened my eyes, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. But as I stretched, reaching out instinctively, my hand only met cold, empty sheets. Killian wasn’t there. A flutter of disappointment settled in my stomach. Memories of last night surfaced—the way his lips had lingered on mine, the steady warmth of his arms wrapped around me, the way his cock grinded against my clothed pussy, only to leave me wanting more. I sighed, sexual frustration simmering just beneath the surface. But before I could think too deeply about it, there was a knock at the door, and Kris and Preston strolled in, looking far too awake and annoyingly smug. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Kris greeted, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he took in my half-awake expression. “Did someone have an interesting night?” I rolled my eyes, pulling the blankets up around myself. “Where’s Killian? No, let's guess; he had important things to do, I’m sure.” I tr
Loraine's POV Kris chuckled darkly. “Preston’s right. We are here to make sure you are thoroughly taken care of for the whole day.” He said, and I felt my knees turn weak at his promise. One of those gorgeous hands pulled me closer towards him with ease. And that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. There were two powerful Alphas in the room that couldn’t seem to run out of energy. Not one. In other words, there was no way I would be able to pick one over another. But they both seemed interested in something similar—or maybe the same thing. Me. Their mates. Me and them alone. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. Still, I had one fated mate who broke my heart before, and now the goddess gave me four drop-dead gorgeous men but only wanted me to choose one?. Suddenly, the choice became difficult because, at that moment, I didn’t want to let anyone down. The knowledge of the exactness of their powers made things even harder. Was it safe for us if all of us got together? My heart
Loraine’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the packhouse, filling the living room with a sense of warmth and calm. It was one of those rare lazy days where nothing urgent needed our attention. Hunter lounged on the couch, flipping through a book, while Killian and Preston sat on the floor, arguing over some board game rules. Mabel and I were curled up on a nearby armchair, sipping iced tea and chatting about absolutely nothing. It was nice—a peaceful, ordinary moment that felt like a small slice of heaven. It was my much-deserved rest after all of Gordon’s foolishness lately. This is how I wanted things: no drama, no problems, just peace. And then the door opened. Prince Gideon strolled in, his presence immediately shattering the calm. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers that clung to him in all the right ways. His golden hair caught the sunlight, and his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Good afternoon,
Loraine’s POV The morning sun streamed through the windows of the packhouse, casting a golden glow across the living room where chaos reigned. Killian and Preston were sprawled across the couch, arguing over the remote, while Hunter sat cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in a board game with Mabel. “I’m just saying,” Killian grumbled, yanking the remote out of Preston’s hand, “we’ve already watched your dumb action movie twice. It’s my turn to pick something.” “Dumb?” Preston scoffed, lunging for the remote. “It’s a classic!” I watched the two of them wrestle like overgrown children, biting back a laugh. “Careful, boys. If you break that remote, you’re both cooking dinner tonight.” Killian immediately let go, raising his hands in surrender. “Fine, but we’re not eating Preston’s cooking.” “Hey!” Preston shot me a wounded look. “I’m not that bad.” Hunter snorted, not looking up from the game. “Last time you cooked, the fire alarm went off, and we had to order pizza.” Preston c
Loraine’s POV The moment Alpha Gordon’s dark eyes locked onto mine, I felt my stomach churn. His gaze was the same as it had always been: intense, domineering, and calculating. I turned to Mabel, hoping to steer us into another store and avoid him altogether, but it was too late. He was already weaving through the crowd, his towering figure cutting through the bustling shoppers with purpose. “Loraine,” his deep voice called out as he stopped in front of me, blocking my path. I froze. The sound of his voice brought back a flood of memories—none of them good. Mabel looked between us, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Gordon,” I said stiffly, my voice void of warmth. “What the fuck do you want now?” His lips curled into a half-smile, the kind that once made me weak in the knees but now only made my blood boil. “We need to talk.” “I think we said all we needed to say weeks ago,” I snapped, stepping around him, but he grabbed my wrist gently—not enough to hurt, but enough to make me
Loraine’s POV That evening, as we wrapped up dinner, I could feel the tension simmering between the boys. It had been an exhausting day, and I was looking forward to finally getting some sleep. Just as I stood to leave the dining area, Preston called out, his voice softer than usual. “Loraine,” he began, a hint of hesitation in his tone, “would you mind staying in my room tonight? I’d like to spend some time with you.” Before I could respond, Killian’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood abruptly. “Why should she stay with you, Preston? She stayed with you last week,” Killian said, his voice edged with irritation. Hunter chimed in, his arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t see why she shouldn’t stay in my room. It’s been a while, and I think it’s only fair.” Kris, leaning casually against the doorway, gave a lazy smirk. “You’re all ridiculous. If anyone gets her company tonight, it’s me. I think I deserve it after me being shot by wolfsbane and everything.” Their bickeri
Loraine’s POV After an awkward hour, I excused myself to the restroom to compose myself and came back. When I stepped back into the game room, the atmosphere was electric with laughter and playful teasing. Everyone seemed so carefree, sprawled across couches or lounging on the floor. Mabel was sitting cross-legged next to Kris, a small smile tugging at her lips as he joked about something. I hesitated in the doorway, letting the moment wash over me. I had to fix things, not just for her but for myself. “Loraine!” Hunter’s booming voice broke through my thoughts. He pushed off the wall where he’d been leaning, his grin widening. “You’re just in time. We’re about to up the stakes.” “Oh no,” Chloe groaned, though she was smiling. “This better not be another one of your ridiculous games.” Hunter smirked. “Come on, my games are legendary.” “They’re legendary for getting people in trouble,” Sasha pointed out, narrowing her eyes. “Exactly!” Hunter shot back. “Now, shut up and
Loraine’s POV It started as a normal morning. Kris had insisted on dragging himself out of bed, despite the doctor’s warnings to rest, and was now lingering in the living room, watching everyone bustle around. The others were preparing to head out after breakfast, and I was forced to stay behind, nursing a lingering sense of unease. Mabel was there too, sitting across from me with her usual air of quiet confidence. She didn’t say much, but somehow, her presence always felt larger than life. I tried to ignore the pang in my chest every time she flashed her perfect smile or casually caught someone’s attention. It wasn’t that I disliked her—at least, not consciously. But lately, it seemed like she was everywhere, always shining brighter, always winning over everyone in ways I couldn’t seem to match. Kris caught my eye, his brows furrowing slightly as he studied my face. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile.
Loraine’s POV Hunter was on the phone, pacing the room like a caged animal as Kris groaned in frustration. The doctor Hunter had called had just finished applying a thick, pungent salve to his arm, explaining it would neutralize the wolfsbane poisoning. But the second the doctor started to wrap the wound, Kris squirmed, loosening the bandage with an irritated huff. “Kris, stop fucking moving,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “It itches,” Kris snapped, glaring at his arm. “This stuff is torture.” Hunter put his phone down with a sigh. “Doctor, is this normal? He’s acting like you dipped his ass in acid.” “It’s perfectly normal,” the doctor said with a chuckle. “The medication is designed to draw out toxins, which can make the area tender and itchy. But it’s crucial that it stays on all night if he wants to heal properly.” “All night? Are you fucking kidding?!” Kris groaned, rolling his eyes. “You mean I’m stuck like this?” “Someone needs to stay with him,” Killian interj
Loraine’s POV The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as Sasha and Chloe gathered their things. The day had gone better than I expected—no major fights, no icy glares (from Sasha, at least), and plenty of laughter. It felt… normal. Something I hadn’t realized I missed until now. “I had a really great time,” Sasha said, giving Mabel a tentative smile. “I’m… glad we did this. I look forward to spending more time together.” Mabel’s eyes lit up with relief, and she nodded. “Me too. Thanks for giving me a chance, Sasha.” I felt warmth bloom in my chest. This was exactly what I’d hoped for. “That’s wonderful,” I said, smiling at both of them. But Chloe, standing slightly behind Sasha, caught my eye. She shot me a pointed, cautious look that sent a clear message: Don’t fuck this up. The moment passed quickly, and Chloe stepped forward. “Alright, time to go, Sasha. Let’s not overstay our welcome.” Sasha rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, turning to Mabel
Loraine’s POV Waking up in Killian’s room wasn’t something I planned to make a habit of, but here I was again because a certain somebody refused to share me with his brothers. And when I say a certain somebody, I mean the big sulky oaf called Killian, who was currently hugging me tightly like he was scared I would disappear if he relaxed. I could feel the thick bulge of his cock pressing against me through his pants, but I already knew he wouldn’t let me help him out, so I let it go. But no matter my grumble, I actually enjoyed waking up like this. His scent wrapped around me, warm and intoxicating, making it harder to get up than it should’ve been. I sighed, slipping out from under the blankets and trying to fix my hair in the faint morning light. The last thing I needed was for Killian to wake up and catch me sneaking out of bed. He’d drag me right back into bed! I opened the door quietly, only for my clumsy ass to bump straight into Mabel. “Oh!” she exclaimed, her hands sh