All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Loraine’s POV Gideon moved into the manor that same day, a fact none of the boys seemed remotely happy about. The air in the house was thick with tension, each of them on edge as they snapped at each other over the smallest of things. Hunter barked at Killian for leaving his shoes by the door. Preston growled at Kris for taking the last soda. And Gideon? He was strolling around with his infuriating smirk, enjoying the chaos he’d clearly caused while all the boys gritted their teeth at his smug face. It was obvious that it was him they all wanted to hurt, but since he was supposed to be protecting us, they didn’t want to bite the finger that fed them. “You know, this hostility is really bad for your health,” Gideon drawled as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter. “Maybe you all need yoga or something.” “Maybe you need to shut the fuck up,” Hunter muttered, slamming a cabinet door harder than necessary. “Oh Hunter, my friend, always so charming,” Gideon replied with a

Loraine’s POV The morning started earlier than usual. I stood in the hallway watching my four mates—Kris, Hunter, Killian, and Preston—gear up for the day. The way they moved around each other, sharing quiet words and planning strategies, was almost mesmerizing. Almost. It would’ve been more so if they hadn’t been warning me for the hundredth time about staying safe while they were away. “We’ll be gone for most of the day,” Kris said, sliding a knife into a sheath on his belt. His dark eyes were locked on me, his voice firm. “Prince Gideon is here, so you’ll be fine, but stay inside. No unnecessary risks.” Hunter chimed in, his tone as gruff as ever. “And no wandering off alone, Loraine. Not even to the gardens.” I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. “I’m not a fucking child, you know. I think I can survive a few hours without all of you hovering.” Killian smirked at my attitude, but his words weren’t any less serious. “We mean it, love. If anything happens—” “—Gideon’

Loraine’s POV The morning started off uneventfully enough. Thank the goddess for small mercies. I was enjoying a quiet moment in the kitchen with a cup of tea, mentally preparing myself for the awkwardness of avoiding Gideon and apologizing to Mabel. Mabel had been civil but still a bit distant this morning, but I was still determined to keep my distance from the prince for her sake—and, if I was being honest, for my own sanity. And I felt a bit guilty about the fact that the boys spent the day missing me while I was busy ogling Gideon. Then Hunter’s commanding voice echoed through the house. “Everyone, Meeting with Gideon in the study. Now.” I froze mid-sip. My mind raced as panic bubbled in my chest. A meeting out of nowhere? What for? What if they found out about the… situations with Gideon? No, that was ridiculous. Nothing really happened, right? Just a few moments that were entirely accidental. Kris appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. “Relax,

Loraine’s POV The next morning, I woke up before dawn, too excited to sleep. My mind buzzed with plans for the day, and I could hardly wait to see the look on Mabel’s face. After yesterday, I knew I couldn’t let her mother’s birthday pass without doing something special. Mabel deserved it—and so did her mom’s memory. Quietly, I crept out of Kris’s room and tiptoed down the hall. The boys were still asleep, sprawled out in their respective rooms, and I was determined not to wake them until everything was ready. By midmorning, the garden had been transformed into a picturesque picnic spot. Soft blankets were spread out under the shade of the blooming cherry trees, surrounded by wildflowers and the faint hum of bees. I’d borrowed a few small tables and decorated them with vases of fresh-picked daisies, knowing they were Mabel’s favorite. The centerpiece was a basket filled with homemade peach cobbler, Mabel’s mom’s favorite dessert, and an assortment of fruits, sandwiches, and treat

Loraines POV That night, I was sitting in the lounge, nursing a cup of tea, when Preston strolled in, his golden hair slightly mussed from the day’s fun but still looking every bit the dashing Alpha. He paused when he saw me, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “Loraine,” he said, his voice soft and inviting. I raised an eyebrow. “What do you want, Preston?” “Can’t a guy just want to spend time with his mate?” he teased, plopping down beside me on the couch. “Seriously, though. I need a favor.” I leaned back, curious. “What kind of favor?” He reached for my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. “Stay with me tonight.” My cheeks flushed at his request, and I immediately glanced around, thankful the others weren’t around to hear him. “What? Why?” He shrugged, his eyes softening. “I just… I want you close tonight. Is that too much to ask?” I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. Preston had a way of melting my resolve with just a few words, and he knew it