All Chapters of Fated to Four Brothers : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Loraine’s POV The chill of the evening sir prickles my skin. Perspiration is escaping from my mouth, and I hug myself. The moonlight bathed everything in a golden glow, making the snow glisten like shards of glass scattered everywhere on the ground. Kris hugs me from behind, pressing me into his chest. He buries his nose in my neck, sniffing me. “Ready?” I nod. It’s not like I haven’t always done this, but with the winter solstice, I feel some sort of pull in my chest. And then there’s my mates, watching me expectantly. A gust of wind sweeps through the clearing, carrying with it the scent of pine and the crispness of the snow-covered ground. The air feels electric as if the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for me. Alpha Hunter steps towards me, cupping my face with his hand. “You are looking nervous.” He leans in and places a kiss on my lips. It’s more like a brush of his lips on mine, but it still sends a chill down my spine. “Just do your thing. So, we can run thr

Loraine’s POV Falling asleep after the Alpha brothers are gone is almost impossible. When I wake up six hours later, I feel as though my head is full of air and not much else. I lie there for a minute, looking up at the ceiling of my room as I get my shit together enough to get into the day. There are a lot of reasons why I don’t want to move right now, and I just lie there and think of all of them. I try not to think of the guys and the fact that this is the first time I’m being left alone by myself without any of them being here. When I find myself worrying about them too much, I head over to Alpha Hunter’s room to use his shower and get ready for my new responsibility. There’s an itch under my skin to the absence of my mates, the same ones that had been there when I’d woken up and found them all gone. They had not even said goodbye. I take twice as long as I usually do in the shower as I try to scrub the ache in my chest away. I get dressed quickly and head to the kitche

Loraine’s POV I wake with a jolt, my head pounding like a drum in my skull. Silk sheets rasp against my skin, and harsh morning light filters in through the window, almost striking me blind. Memories of last night rush through my vision—more beer with the guys, more stupid stories, more thoughts of my Alphas. Werewolves don’t usually get drunk—our drunken episodes never last past a few minutes—but the hangovers we get are usually very bad. It's like our wolves refuse to do something about the pain just to punish us or something. Recalling that I still have work to do down at the camping sites sends me sitting upright. Shit! How late am I? A wave of nausea rushes through me, sending me back down. Shit! shit! shit! I can’t lie here all day. Scrambling out of bed, I wince as my body screams in protest. I rush to the bathroom, rushing through the shower and getting dressed. My phone buzzes weakly—I'm quite certain it’s Sasha or one of the betas. Relief washes over me when I see tha

Loraine’s POV I don’t sleep till morning. As much as I try not to think about it, I can’t take my mind off of Gordon and the new game he’s playing. I had the half-mind to confront him about my parent’s death, but the brothers are still conducting their investigation, and I did not want to. Whatever. But why the hell would he say he wanted me back? He chose Jennifer. Ripped our friendship into two, and for what? Power! Anger mixed with disgust swirled in my chest. How dare Gordon show up here acting like I’m something he can just... reclaim? Like I’m a piece of property? How dare he? I slam my hand down on the table, wincing at the pain that ricochets through my arm. “I am not yours, Gordon.” I hiss harshly into the room. “You don’t fucking own me.” I let out a long, shaky breath. I cannot imagine that there was a time I thought we had a shot. I must have been blind and stupid. Why the hell do I feel so unsteady? My buzzing phone and a message from Sasha remind me that I am ru

Loraine’s POV I pass through the dusty construction site. There are houses all over the place, in haphazard rows, and all of them are not near completion. Shrugging out of my clothes behind one of the buildings, I shift into my wolf and begin sniffing out my mates. I hope all of you are safe. There are werewolves everywhere. Alphas, council members, pack members, and tonnes of werewolves whose names I don’t know. When I spot the security team with their black-on-black uniform, my excitement ratchets up. They are standing in front of a huge building, which I assume to be the fort by the sheer size of it. and, of course, the sign on my left that reads, Fort. My Alphas are in the prison in this place, locking up the prisoners they brought back. Finally, we would know the face of the people who have made themselves our enemies. With my rare wolf on display, I smile sweetly at the gawkers—well, as sweet as a wolf’s smile can be. Maybe they know who I am or something, but they are c