Loraine’s POV The ride home was quiet but comfortable. Preston had a satisfied smile on his face, clearly pleased with the day’s success, and I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy myself. The bags in the backseat were a testament to how thoroughly he’d spoiled me. Still, I couldn’t shake the lingering embarrassment from earlier at the boutique. I couldn’t believe that after all these years, I still wasn’t used to people making snide remarks about me, but I was proud of how I handled it—and grateful for Preston’s support, even if he was oblivious to the drama. When we got back to the house, Preston insisted on carrying the bags himself. “Come on, you’ve done enough heavy lifting for one day,” he teased, shooting me a wink. I rolled my eyes but let him take over. “Fine, but only because I’m too tired to argue.” He led me straight to his room, shutting the door behind us with a flourish. “Now,” he said, setting the bags down, “it’s time for the grand reveal.” I laughed. “Preston
Hunter’s POV I leaned against the doorway of the training yard, my eyes narrowing as I watched Loraine and Gideon. They were sitting under the shade of a tree, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world. The sight of her smiling warmed my heart, but the way Gideon seemed to be the cause of it made my jaw tighten. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like him—not when he was spending so much time with her. He was supposed to be here to protect her, not cozy up to her. Loraine meant the world to me and my brothers, and I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else trying to take her from us. I wasn’t about to let it go. Gideon needed to know his place. Spotting him in the training yard later, practicing with his sword, I approached. He noticed me immediately, wiping sweat from his brow and grinning. “Well, if it isn’t Alpha Hunter,” he greeted, his tone light. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Come to spar with me, or are you here for something else?” I crossed my arms, keeping my e
Killian’s POV Ever since Mabel moved into the house, things have been… uneasy. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but every fiber of my being told me something wasn’t right. A series of mishaps had followed her arrival: missing reports, late deliveries, and just an overall sense of tension among the staff. Maybe it was paranoia, or maybe it was instinct, but I couldn’t ignore it. Sitting in the common room with Preston and Kris, I voiced my concerns, my tone grim. “Tell me I’m not the only one noticing how things have been going downhill since Mabel showed up.” Preston stretched out lazily on the couch, giving me a raised eyebrow. “You’re really not letting this go, are you?” “Not when I’m right,” I shot back. “There are too many coincidences. Too many things going wrong at the same time. It can’t all be random.” Kris leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You think Mabel’s behind it? That’s a serious accusation, Killian.” “I didn’t say she’s directly behind it,” I clarified.
Alpha Hunter’s POV Loraine’s excitement was infectious. She flitted around the room, holding up fabric samples, chatting about color schemes, and debating which flowers would look best for the ball’s decorations. Her energy filled the air like a warm breeze, and I found myself smiling despite my usual stoic demeanor. She was glowing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, made my chest tighten in a way that both thrilled and terrified me. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve someone like her, but I’d spend my life making sure she never regretted choosing me. “Hunter,” she called, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What do you think? White lilies or red roses?” I tilted my head, pretending to scrutinize the options. “I think you could put weeds in there, and the place would still look amazing.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re no help.” “Not my area of expertise,” I admitted with a grin. “But whatever you pick will be perfect.” She
Alpha Hunter’s POV Loraine leaned back against the couch, her eyes flitting from one of us to the other. We were all gathered in the living room after dinner—Killian, Kris, Preston, and me—going over some minor updates about the pack. But something was off. Even Loraine could tell. “You know,” she said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes, “you’ve all been really tense lately. Is there something you’re not telling me?” Everyone paused for a second, not knowing what to say at first Killian was the first to respond, shrugging as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s just work. You know how it gets. We’ve got a lot on our plates right now.” Loraine tilted her head, clearly not buying it. “You’ve dealt with work stress before, Killian. This feels different. It’s like there’s this constant tension in the air. Care to explain that?’ “It’s nothing,” Kris chimed in, trying to downplay it. “Killian’s right. It’s just pack stuff.” I stayed quiet, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. M
Loraine’s POV The morning sun filtered through the windows as I slipped on a pair of sandals, humming to myself. Everything had been going so smoothly lately. The boys had finally loosened up, Mabel was settling in without any drama, and I felt like I could finally breathe. It was like the calm before a grand celebration, and I couldn’t wait for the upcoming ball. Mabel’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Loraine!” she called from the kitchen. “What do you think about going shoe shopping today? We still need the perfect pair for your ball gown.” I turned to find her leaning casually against the doorframe, her expression warm but with a spark of excitement in her eyes. “That’s a great idea!” I said, practically bouncing on my feet. “I’ve been dying to find something stunning to match my dress. Oh, we’ll have so much fun!” She smiled and waved me off. “You go on ahead. I just need to grab something real quick, and I’ll catch up with you.” I hesitated for a moment. “You sure? I don
Loraine’s POV The slam of the front door echoed like a thunderclap through the house. My heart jumped, and I instinctively flinched. A second later, Killian stormed into the living room, his expression a mask of fury. His shoulders were tense, his jaw set in a way that made it clear this wasn’t going to be a simple argument. My stomach churned. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Loraine!” Killian’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. I blinked, completely taken aback. “What are you talking about?” “What am I talking about?” he spat, his voice rising. “You think I didn’t see it? Flirting with him? Gordon? After everything he’s done to you, to us, to your family?” The accusation felt like a slap. “Wait a second,” I said, holding up my hands. “Flirting? Are you serious right now? I wasn’t flirting with him!” “Don’t play innocent with me!” Killian growled, stepping closer. “He acted like you two had something going on, and that note—don’t even try to deny it. It’s your handwriting, Lo
Loraine’s POV Morning came too quickly, the pale sunlight filtering through the curtains and pulling me from a restless sleep. I stretched, groaning softly, and rolled over in bed. The spot next to me was cold and empty. “Mabel?” I called softly, sitting up and glancing around the room. No response. A strange unease settled over me as I got out of bed. It wasn’t like her to leave without saying something. After brushing my hair back and wrapping myself in a robe, I headed downstairs, following the faint sound of laughter drifting from the dining room. When I walked in, I froze. Mabel was sitting at the breakfast table, chatting animatedly with Killian, Kris, Hunter, and Preston. Plates of food were scattered across the table, and everyone looked relaxed, laughing at something Mabel had just said. The camaraderie between them was painfully evident, and I felt like an outsider standing at the doorway. Mabel spotted me first. Her smile faltered briefly before she waved me over. “
Loraine’s POV This is the first time in what felt like years that my life didn't seem like a world-ending storm I had to constantly brace myself against. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, accusations, and finally, vindication. But now, as I sat in the sprawling living room of our shared home, surrounded by my mates—Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Killian—I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. Peace. Preston lounged on the couch next to me, one arm draped lazily across my shoulders. Hunter was sprawled out on the floor with a pile of papers he claimed were “strategic plans,” though he was doodling more than writing. Kris was in the kitchen, preparing what smelled like something delicious, while Killian sat across from me, polishing his sword like the ever-serious warrior he was. “So,” Hunter said, breaking the comfortable silence, “have we all agreed that the Lycan ball will be our moment to show off the fact that Loraine is officially ours?” I rolled my
Loraine’s POV I had never felt more powerless in my entire fucking life. The moment the crowd gathered around Mabel’s bleeding, sobbing form, their accusatory glares locked on me, it was over. My protests, my explanations—they were drowned out by her dramatic cries and the murmurs of the onlookers. The bitch had planned this very, very well. I was arrested on the spot. My four mates—Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Killian—could do nothing but watch as I was dragged away. Their eyes were full of desperation, but they knew as well as I did that they couldn’t interfere. The Lycan laws were absolute, and once the Council was involved, even Alphas had to comply. I sat in the dark, cold cell for what felt like an eternity, the walls closing in around me as I replayed the events in my mind. Mabel had outplayed me, and now I was being hauled to Lycan court, the very heart of justice for our kind, where Mabel’s uncle, Lord Arnold, presided. Of-fucking-course! He was a smug, greedy man who th
Loraine’s POV I had gotten used to the crazy-ass chaos that now surrounded me, but recently, there was a strange stillness in the air. Freaking Firstly, our supposed psychopath, Mabel, the woman who had made my life unbearable, was quiet. Too quiet. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Her absence from my life—no pranks, no insults, no sudden confrontations—was unsettling. Every time I caught a glimpse of her, I noticed how distant she had become. She no longer tried to provoke me; instead, she seemed to be going about her life, almost as though she had forgotten about our past. I didn’t know what was worse—the fact that she had stopped tormenting me or the fact that I couldn’t figure out her angle. It was late in the evening when my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from Mabel. My heart skipped a beat as I read her words: “We need to talk. Meet me at the old barn, north of the pack. I have informatio
Jennifer’s POV I had always prided myself on control. Control over my life, my choices, and, most importantly, my husband, Alpha Gordon. But that control was slipping away. His coldness, his late nights, and his constant absence—it was like watching sand slip through my fingers. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew there was someone else, even if he refused to admit it. But tonight, I was going to catch him in the act. It started with a familiar restlessness. Gordon had been distant for weeks now, avoiding my questions, brushing off my attempts to connect. I had taken to watching his every move. When he slipped out of our bedroom late that night, thinking I was asleep, I waited only a few minutes before I followed. The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. My heart pounded as I followed him, staying far enough behind to avoid detection. I wasn’t sure what I expected to find, but when I saw him meet a woman in a secluded clearing, my chest tightened. For a moment
Jennifer’s POV I slammed the bedroom door behind me, the sound echoing through the massive space, and leaned heavily against it. My chest was tight with frustration, my fists clenched so hard that my nails bit into my palms. For weeks, maybe months now, my foolish ass, his alpha Gordon, had been more distant lately—colder than ever. He barely acknowledged me unless it was unavoidable. And at night? I might as well be invisible. He refused to touch me, refused to even sleep in the same bed most nights. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a low growl. The rejection burned, and it was a wound that refused to heal. “I’m his wife, for fucking Moon's sake,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room. “How dare he treat me like this?” I stopped and stared at our bed—the pristine sheets, untouched pillows. My fists clenched again as I remembered the early days of our marriage. He had been mine, all mine. Or at least, I thought he was. But now… I couldn’t finish the thought. The truth wa
Alpha Gordon’s POV The office was stifling, the walls closing in as I threw my phone onto the desk with more force than necessary. Mabel’s shrieking accusations still echoed in my ears, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “You’re fucking pathetic, Gordon! Do you even know how to fucking seduce a woman? She’s supposed to be under your thumb by now, and instead, she’s clinging to those alphas like they’re her lifeline!” The venom in her words made my blood boil. Mabel always had a way of making me feel like the biggest failure on Earth, but this time it cut deeper. Maybe because she wasn’t wrong. Every attempt I’d made to pull Loraine back to me had failed miserably. I leaned forward, running a hand down my face as frustration and regret tangled in my chest. Loraine. My sweet, sweet Loraine Her name was a whisper in my mind, a ghost that haunted me day and night. Once, she had loved me. She had looked at me with those big, hazel eyes as though I was her entire world. She truste
Loraine’s POV I set my book down and gave her a polite smile. “What do you need, Mabel?” She chuckled lightly, as if I’d made a joke. “Why does it have to be about needing something? Maybe I just wanted to talk.” I raised an eyebrow. Mabel and I weren’t exactly on friendly terms, and this sudden attempt at camaraderie felt as fake as her tone. Still, I gestured for her to sit. “Alright. Talk.” She perched on the edge of the bench, smoothing out her dress. “You know, I’ve been thinking. We’ve had our differences, but we’re both part of this pack now. Maybe it’s time we tried to get along.” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Get along? After everything you’ve done? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Her smile faltered for a second before she quickly recovered. “I’ve made mistakes; I’ll admit that. But don’t you think we should put the past behind us? For the good of the pack?” I tilted my head, studying her carefully. Her eyes were wide, her expression open, but there was some
Loraine’s POV When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I saw was Killian sitting by my bedside. His thick arms were crossed, and his head was tilted slightly back as if he’d dozed off. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sharp lines of his face, softening them. I shifted slightly, and his eyes snapped open immediately. “You’re awake,” he said, relief washing over his face as he leaned forward. “I wasn’t dying, you know,” I teased, though my voice was still hoarse from the previous day. “That’s not funny,” he replied, his tone serious despite the small smile tugging at his lips. “We were really worried about you.How in the goddess's name did you fall?” Before I could say anything else, the door opened, and Preston, Kris, and Hunter filed in, each carrying something in their hands. Preston had coffee, Kris had a tray of food, and Hunter was carrying a blanket that looked far too big for the hospital bed. “We thought you’d be hungry,” Kris said
Mabel’s POV My uncle’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and unforgiving. “You’re not doing enough, Mabel.” It wasn’t just a criticism—it was an accusation, a reminder that failure wasn’t an option. My fists clenched as I paced my room. I had done everything he’d asked. What more could he want? “I’ve been working tirelessly,” I muttered under my breath, trying to push his biting words aside. But his response had been just as infuriating. “If you were doing enough, we wouldn’t still be having this problem, would we?” My uncle and I had been working together for a long time now. And I thought he would understand where I was coming from by now. The nerve. The absolute fucking nerve. Did he think sabotaging Loraine and breaking down those overly possessive alphas was freaking easy? Since I came, I had done my best to make sure Loraine was away from the boys, but nothing I did allowed them near me. They always stayed away from me no matter what I did, no matter how many stunts I pull