All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Loraine POV As Kris, Preston, and I were puzzling over who could’ve destroyed my room since Hunter—thank the goddess—was ruled out, Killian crossed his arms and looked at us all seriously. "This only means one thing," he said, his eyes flickering with a lot more intensity than even before. "We might have a dangerous enemy right here in the pack, or goddess forbid it, the Manor. Loraine, I want you to know that we’re going to do everything we can to keep you safe. But we also have to investigate this quickly and carefully." Preston and Kris exchanged tense glances, nodding, their expressions hardening with rage at the thought of someone harming me. Preston stepped forward; his usual playful look of earlier was now replaced with a look of urgency. "You’re right, Killian," Preston said. "But if we want to watch her properly while also investigating quickly, we’re going to need more help, at least if we’re going to find out who did this as quickly as possible." Kris glanced at m

Loraine’s POV It felt strange to be alone with Hunter after so much time apart, like rediscovering something I’d once held close but had nearly forgotten. All this shit that happened in the last few days fucked us up badly. Sitting across from him, I noticed how his familiar features softened as he watched me; his eyes had a look of guilt, regret mingled with the warmth I remembered. “So my love… How have you been these last few days without me?” Hunter asked, breaking the silence with a small, hesitant smile. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “It’s been… complicated,” I said, not wanting to dive into every worry. “But I’m managing.” Hunter reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine. “I’m sorry, Loraine. I wish things could be different.” I looked down at our hands, a swirl of emotions bubbling up. “I know. I do too.” The warmth of his hand, his touch… It brought back memories that I’d buried, times we’d shared that were as comforting as they were painful to

Loraine’s POV After we hung up, I sat back, feeling the mixture of emotions settling within me. I knew bringing Mabel into the manor was the right choice for safety, but it was clear this decision would complicate things in more ways than one. I woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through Killian’s curtains and the sound of murmured voices outside the room. His arm was still draped around me, and for a moment, I let myself enjoy the warmth and security. But as I shifted, his eyes fluttered open, and he pulled me closer. “Good morning,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Good morning,” I replied softly. “What’s going on outside?” He sighed, reluctantly letting me go and sitting up. “We’ve got workers fortifying the place—installing more cameras and repositioning the guards.” I blinked, surprised. “That’s happening already?” Killian nodded, stretching before grabbing a shirt from the edge of the bed. “We can’t afford to waste time. Whoever tried to hurt you—and M

Loraine’s POV Gideon didn’t waste a second once the attackers fled. His hand found mine, gripping it tightly as he led me out of the café. “We’re leaving. Now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “What about Sasha and Chloe?” I asked, glancing back at my friends, who were still shaken but otherwise unharmed. “I’ve already called their mates,” he replied, scanning the street for any signs of lingering danger. “They’ll be here in a few minutes. My job is to get you back home safely.” I wanted to argue, to tell him I wasn’t some helpless damsel, but the tremble in my hands betrayed me. My brain still reeled from the attack, my heart pounding as I processed how close we’d come to real harm. Sasha hugged me quickly before Gideon ushered me toward the waiting SUV. “Text us as soon as you’re safe,” she said, her voice shaky but firm. “I will,” I promised, my voice quieter than I intended. The ride back home was tense. Gideon kept glancing at me between navigating the str

Loraine’s POV If I thought the drama at breakfast was the worst that could happen, I soon realized that I was very, very wrong. By afternoon, things were even worse. Hunter had called for a meeting so we could look over how the security measures were holding up. And the word awkward couldn’t even begin to describe how the atmosphere was anytime Mabel and the boys entered the same room. The tension in the room was suffocating as we all gathered in the sitting area. Hunter stood at the center, his presence commanding as usual, but even he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. The boys were scattered—Kris leaning against the wall, arms crossed; Preston sprawled in the armchair with a scowl; and Killian standing rigidly near the door, his cold stare fixed on Mabel. Mabel sat at the far end of the couch, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. Her eyes darted between the boys, a mix of hope and dread in her expression. It didn’t help that none of them had acknowledged her pres