Loraine’s POV His fingers run down my skin slowly, stopping at my back. I want to resist and push him away, but I can’t. Not with how much my body wants this. My wolf wants it. Tingles burst in every part of my body, crippling the last bit of rationality that I am desperately clinging to. Of all the brothers, I’ve always thought Preston to be the most reserved, the least naughty. The one with all the brains and not just muscles, but I guess when it comes down to nature, a wolf would always be a wolf, and whether we try to fight it or not, our primal instincts will always take over. Mate. The only word that exists in my wolf’s vocabulary now. Whether she means that in terms of the bond that exists between us, the one clawing desperately, begging to be united with our better half or in another term, I have no idea, and I can barely wrap my head around anything at this point. Preston’s hand trailed everywhere before landing on my ass. He squeezed tight, causing me to whimper. T
Kris’ POV I am upset. Not quite, but after banging her door for more than thirty minutes and receiving no response, I am getting upset. I know she’s in there. My wolf is going crazy from her scent, and I feel tingles prickling my skin. Why the fuck is she not replying? My anger slowly metamorphoses into worry. What if she’s not alright? Hunter had informed us of an infiltration two days ago. One of his warriors had spotted someone, a spy, and we were yet to get hold of them. What if they have done something to her? My wolf goes berserk at that thought. “Loraine!” I scream. If she is hurt, won’t I feel it? I would have been able to if we had bonded, but since we are yet to do that, my senses and wolf are very limited to things that concern her. Worry claws at my chest, and I have made up my mind to kick the door in when it opens slowly and her beautiful head pops out. She flashes a disarming smile—as I said, disarming because all the anger and worry I felt only seconds ago me
Loraine’s POV Kris leads us to Alpha Hunters office, pulling me so I won’t get distracted by stuff along the way. I can’t be faulted because everything in the house is clamouring for my attention, and ignoring them is hard. We soon arrive at a mahogany door, and Kris gives me a minute to collect myself before pushing the door open and ushering us in. I gasp as three pairs of eyes stare back at us. The chilling silence causes goosebumps to rise in my skin, and my heart is beating to the point where I feel as though the world burst out of my chest. I gulp as I begin to feel the pull towards each of them. Fuck! Being with one brother is hard enough; being with all of them makes me feel as if I’m about to be torn to pieces. “Loraine.” Alpha Hunter’s voice is quite soft and polite. “You got my gift.” My lips break into a smile despite the war that’s raging inside me. I pinch the fabric of the dress in between my fingers and bend my knees in reverence. “I did, thank you.” “It fits
Hunter’s POV My wolf growled as soon as her scent hit us. The smell of lavender and cinnamon was so delicious that even my brothers were finding it hard to keep their wolves down. As soon as she steeped through the door, I knew I was a gone man. And now she’s acting like she owns us all. Fuck! If it isn’t sexy, hell. I fucking love this side of her that all I can think of is giving all of myself to her. Banging her left, right, and centre till her wolf screams my name. Shit, she owns me now, doesn’t she? After stating her demands, my brothers are yet to say a word. They are just as dumbstruck as I am. I can’t seem to be able to take my eyes off her. Heck! I don’t want to take my eyes off her. All I want is “Is that even an option?” Killian’s voice pulls me out of the phantasm of my mind, delivering me back into reality. I shudder, glancing around. Thankfully, none of my brothers noticed that I had been off for a second. “Can she choose herself? And not anyone of us? What hap
Hunter’s POV Fear flashes in my mate’s eyes, and her heat rushes up to my nose, eliciting a gut-wrenching growl from my wolf. All heads in the room bow to the ground, all except Sasha's, whose head is tilted towards the sky, and she’s now howling in pain. My first instincts are to protect my mate by getting her out of here, but she resists me, choosing to rush to Sasha’s side. I sigh, trying to reach my beta through the mind link, but fail. Frowning, I try again, growling in annoyance when I still can’t get through to him. Something’s not right. My wolf points out. “Beta’s mate.” I call out, using my alpha’s tone to ensure her attention. “What is this? What has happened?” Loraine pulls her to her feet, while the other women quickly bring water to wash out the blood in her hands. The blood, which I see now is from clawing at her skin, on the area below her chest. “Beta’s…” Loraine holds her hand up, shutting me up. She moves Sasha to a seat, drawing soothing circles on her b
Killian’s POV I can feel my brother’s anxiety even from a mile away, although he is concealing the other signs of his fears well. We arrived at the gate hours ago and have combed through every home, street, back alley, gambling house, and whatnot, but Beta Maddox is nowhere. No one seems to have seen or heard from him. I have a bad feeling about this. A depth in my gut that keeps clawing at me. Maddox might be dead, but Hunter wants us to hold out hope that we will find him alive. I know the bond he and Maddox share goes beyond friendship. They are more like brothers, and this must be really hard for him, still. I stiffen as I hear a voice through the mind link. It is low, like a flickering candle, but it's there. I think Hunter has heard it too because he comes running to me, his eyes wide open. “Did you hear it?” he asks, breathing heavily. Sweat has soaked through his shirt, causing it to glue to his skin and highlighting his bulging biceps. “It was unmistakable, right?
Loraine’s POV It's been three long days. Three days since Alpha Hunter took me to the celebration and then went after his beta. Three days since Sasha lost connection with her husband. Three days since I've had to look after her all the while also harbouring a fear of mine. If something has happened to them. I close my eyes and clench my fist. I cannot allow thoughts to trail to such dark places. If they were not okay, their brothers would have felt it. They have this sort of connection, a bond that exists between them, and so far, they have felt nothing. Nothing. That’s what has us worried. The fact that we have heard nothing from either Alpha Hunter or Alpha Killian for the past three days. They cannot even be reached through the mind link. Frustration is gnawing at me. the fact that I can do nothing but sit on my ads and wait while my mates are out there. I bit down my bottom lip. A habit I was indulging in too often. I breathe out a sigh, glancing up at Sasha, who h
Loraine’s POV It's taking all of my self-control to prevent me from leaping over the table and claiming all of them as mine. Mine! I want to scream. They are all fucking mine! Their enticing scent fills the room, overtaking my senses and closing my judgement. But I don’t mind. As long as they are all here. Nothing else matters but the fact that we are together again and complete. I thought of the words from the meeting the other day. The thought of them taking another fated who was not me disturbed me. It raised an inferno inside me. It has not been up to a month since I met them, and I am already a mess. It terrifies me to an extent, but at the same time, it excites me in an unfathomable way. The mating bond has worked its way too far inside of me. “Maddox was unconscious when we found him.” Killian states. His fingers drummed the table, and his eyes are far away, like they are relieving distant memories. The sudden urge to go over and comfort him overcomes me, but before
Loraine’s POV The air in Hunter’s room felt charged with hungry looks in their eyes. They looked like they wanted to devour me. “I mean it, Loraine,” Hunter said as he pulled me closer, his voice low and hoarse. “We’re terrified of losing you.” Killian stepped closer, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. “We don’t care what we have to do… We’ll fight for you.” Preston’s hands settled on my shoulders from behind, his thumbs massaging small circles into my tense muscles. “We just need you to know how much you mean to us. Not just as our Luna, but as... everything.” Their words melted the last of my frustration, and I reached out to cup Hunter’s face. “You’ll never lose me,” I promised, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’m here for all of you. Always. But you have to trust me too.” I felt Preston’s breath ghost over my neck as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Show us,” he murmured, his voice like silk, sending a shiver down my spine. Killian’s lips
Loraine’s POV It had been a week since Prince Gideon’s visit, and the tension in the manor was thicker than ever. The boys—Preston, Killian, Hunter, and Kris—had been avoiding the topic of his offer like the plague. Any time I brought it up, they either grunted in response or changed the subject entirely. It was infuriating. I couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t just about their jealousy or insecurities; this was about the future of our pack. We were all in the living room after lunch, sprawled out in various spots. I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off my pants to mask my irritation. “Alright, enough is enough. We need to talk about Prince Gideon’s offer.” Killian groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Dear goddess, not this again.” “Yes, this again,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “You’ve all been ignoring it for a week, but we can’t afford to let an opportunity like this slip by.” Hunter’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes narrowing. “We’re not ignoring it. We’ve already decided—
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