All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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

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 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 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

Hunter’s POV I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the wall, replaying the events from a few days ago. The memories swirled in my head, sharp and relentless, tugging at me in ways I couldn’t shake off. It had all started with Mabel. She’d called us out of nowhere, panic lacing her voice. “Hunter, you need to get to the mall right now,” she’d said. “Loraine’s there, and she doesn’t have enough warriors with her.” The urgency In her tone had sent a jolt through me. “Why is she at the mall without protection?” I’d demanded, already motioning for Kris, Killian, and Preston to follow me. “I don’t know!” Mabel had snapped. “Just hurry!” We hadn’t wasted a second. The thought of Loraine being vulnerable—alone—was unbearable. When we got to the mall, what we saw made my blood boil. Gordon. Her ex. Begging her to come back to him like some pathetic excuse for a man. I could still see the look on his face, the desperation in his eyes, and the way he reached out to her like he