All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Loraine’s POV Killian led Sasha and me straight to one of the emergency vans to get checked out by a healer, and all my friends appeared. While Killian maintains his cold, detached expression, Alpha Hunter looks like he’s ready to scream about me running head first into danger but is to relieved I’m okay to berate me right now. Although he’s more pissed. Preston looks as though he’s struggling about what to do with me right now, but when my lips quirk into a shy smile, he lets down all his defences and just smiles back at me. Kris stays glued to me, burying his head in my neck. I don’t think he can even smell my scent through all the smoke that’s clinging to me. Sasha is devastated. Maddox is yet to be found—whether alive or dead—and she still cannot reach him through their link. Alpha Hunter cannot reach him either, and I’m hoping we don’t have to relieve the events of last month all over again. The fire is not likely to be extinguished soon, and Sasha does not want to take

Loraine’s POV The test centre—or whatever it is being called—is a large room, built in the shape of a half moon. The floors are made of smooth, polished stone, and the seats look like they are made from the same earth as the stone. It is almost otherworldly. Most of the council members are already present, and others are still trooping in, and when their eyes land on us, they flash us a hard glare. I lean in to Sasha and whisper, “Are you sure we are allowed to be here? Those men look like they want to murder us.” Sasha shakes her head, glaring at them right back. “We’re fine. The old men are just being grouchy and looking for who to pour out all their anger on.” I lean back on my seat and narrow my eyes at her. Maybe she’s the one who’s looking to vent. Kris is in the centre of the stage, waiting for the council members to settle in and start with today’s test. I use that time to admire the motifs and adornments on the walls. They are portraits of previous Alphas; I recognise

Loraine's POV I wake up with Kris still wrapped around me, and this is much more different from the other times I’ve woken up with him in bed. Different in an intimate way. Mostly because his hand is between my legs, thumbs stroking my throbbing clitter through the fabric of the pyjamas I’m wearing. I can feel his dickens—hard and pulsing—pressing against my ass. Kris groans, and I wiggle, grinding against him instinctively. Kris’ teeth are sharp as he bites down on my shoulder, drawing a gasp out of me before he eases up and kisses over the mark. “You know how much I want to mark you right now? I want to mark you in a place everyone can see so they can know that you are mine.” He says the word'mine’ with a growl. I giggle, completely out of my senses. He growls again, pinning my arm behind my back as he blows a hot breath on the mark his teeth have made on my neck. Goosebumps break out on every part of my body and my back arches, grinding my ass into his erection a little mo

Loraine’s POV Alpha Hunter reaches out and grabs a hold of me, pulling me out of Preston’s arms into his. His mouth press into my hair, planting a kiss there as if he’s missed me all day. I’m sure he has. “What’s with the face?” Alpha Hunter says into my hair. “And I think I overheard you guys talking about Loraine’s wolf.” His arms around me tighten. “Is it true you’ve not done anything with your wolf?” “Yeah, besides shifting once. But I don’t think that really counts.” I grumble under my breath. I tighten my arms around him as much as his is around me and sigh. I take a moment to let myself soak up some of his strength, leaning on to the solid weight of him just as he lets me melt into him without a word of complaint. “We have to remedy that as soon as possible.” He says, and the brothers—except Killian—chord their approval. “That means you don’t know your strengths. Why have you never bothered about this?” I glance at Killian, who looks like he does not appreciate the dist

Loraine’s POV I glare at him. Hard. I feel like we have been at this for the entire day, and I’m not getting the hang of anything. If he thinks this will scare me into hating him, then he has to think again. My hand curls into a fist, and I spit at his feet. I guess I’m not too tired to be stubborn. “We will work on your falling since you appear so fond of it.” He implies cooly. “You have to learn how to fall like a soldier. Chin down when you hit the sand; slap it with your hand. You’ll be a natural.” I glare at him. Killian seizes my arm and launches me in the air. I have a second to realise I’m flying before the ground rushes up to meet me, and I land hard on my back, the impact echoing through every abused bone and muscle. My breath hitches. My lungs collapse. “Chin down. Slap the sand.” Killian repeats, as if I had not heard him before. “Now get up and do it again.” I don’t want to. But it does not look like I have a choice. I climb up to my knees—the world swaying a b