All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Loraine’s POV The atmosphere in the room was really freaking heavy with tension as I sat on the oversized leather couch, staring at the crackling fire in the hearth Hunter had recently installed when he realized I liked the ambiance. The flames danced, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but even their warmth couldn’t ease the chill that had settled deep in my chest. Tomorrow was the Lycan court hearing, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the unknown where bloodsucking sharks would love to swallow me for sure. Killian, Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Prince Gideon sat around me with their faces serious. Their usual playful looks had vanished and were replaced with concern for me, and it made my heart ache to see them so burdened. Hunter leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Loraine, I need you to understand something. The Lycan court is not like pack councils. They’re ruthless and efficient, and they don’t tolerate weakness or de

Loraine’s POV My stomach dropped, and I glanced at Mabel again. She caught my eye and smirked, a smug expression that made my blood boil. “Why didn’t you tell me this the second you saw him?” I demanded through the link. “Because we didn’t want to worry you,” Killian admitted. “But it doesn’t change anything. We’re still on your side.” I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my emotions in check. Mabel had been manipulative from the start, and now it seemed she had an ally in one of the most powerful figures in the court. When the proceedings began, I immediately had the feeling that the odds were stacked against me. But one thing was certain: I wasn’t going down without a fight. The Lycan court was silent, save for the faint rustling of papers as Elder Arnold took his seat at the center of the platform. His sharp, calculating eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on me, I felt a chill run down my spine. He was everything I feared he’d be—commanding, authoritative, and u

Loraine’s POV The crazy and almost unbelievable courtroom drama was actually still very much floating in my mind as we walked toward the car. My relief was mixed with exhaustion, but I was so very grateful the hearing hadn’t gone entirely against us. My champions—the boys—had and were still surrounding me protectively, with their sharp gazes scanning every inch of our surroundings as if ready to pounce on the first sign of trouble. It’s like they almost expected a fallback or a retaliation for the fact that we managed to prove my innocence after all. A punishment for being innocent Now wasn’t that the most ironic shit you had heard today? “Well, that was a close one,” Hunter muttered, his voice low but tense. “Elder Arnold isn’t going to back off easily. We need to tighten security and—” “—get rid of that mole, Mabel,” Preston interjected, his tone harsher than usual. I stopped walking, turning to face them. “What?” “Mabel,” he repeated, his eyes narrowing. “She has to go. T

Loraine’s POV The smell of the morning air wafted through the slightly cracked window as sunlight peeked into the room. I woke up feeling warm, safe, and entirely surrounded by love. Fuck! This was the life I was supposed to live. Thank the goddess for giving me this. The boys were still fast asleep, their steady breaths filling the room. Killian’s arm was draped lazily over my waist, and Preston was nestled close, his hand barely brushing mine. Kris and Hunter sprawled out on either side, peaceful and unguarded. They were perfect and all mine. I smiled, my heart swelling with gratitude. After everything yesterday, they had gone out of their way to make me feel cherished. The least I could do was return the favor. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake them, and tiptoed out of the room. The kitchen was my destination, but halfway there, I nearly ran into someone. Mabel. Ah shit! Guess the world won’t be all roses and sunshine today. She was standing in the hall

Kris’s POV The house was still quiet when I walked into the kitchen, the faint scent of breakfast lingering in the air from earlier. The other guys were scattered throughout the manor—Hunter poring over reports in his office, Killian likely plotting strategies, and Preston… probably trying to charm Loraine into sneaking off somewhere for a private moment. And Loraine? My Luna? Well, she was upstairs, reading. Her soft laughter had floated down earlier when Preston said something ridiculous. I leaned against the counter, pouring myself a cup of coffee, and let myself enjoy the moment. We were finally finding balance. I never thought it would work, sharing her after how Mabel played us against each other in the past. We had decided that it’s not in a wolf’s nature to share his mate, so we vowed not to… but somehow, it worked for us again. The bond we all had with her was not at all like the corrupted bond we had with Mabel before; this one felt right—natural, even. We could have h