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

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The Price

Loraine’s POV The night was totally amazing at first, the faint hum of crickets and the soft rustle of the wind the only sounds breaking the silence. After my toe-curling orgasm, I lay nestled between Killian and Preston, their steady breathing lulling me closer to sleep. Hunter and Kris had fallen asleep on the couches nearby, the room steeped in the kind of calm that only came after an emotionally draining day. But then it all suddenly shattered. A piercing scream tore through the quiet, the words chilling me to my core. “HELP! We’re under attack!” I jolted upright, my heart pounding. The boys were already awake, their sharp instincts kicking in before I could process what was happening. “That’s Mabel!” I gasped, scrambling to untangle myself from the blankets. Hunter was already halfway to the door, his face pale but determined. “Stay here, Loraine,” he barked, but I was right on his heels, fear driving me. “Like hell I’m staying behind!” The chaos in the hallway was imm

Last Updated : 2024-11-25

Growing Family

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

Last Updated : 2024-11-27

The Prince’s Story

Loraine’s POV It was well past midnight, and I tossed and turned in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t coming—not with everything swirling in my mind. I sighed and slipped out of the covers, careful not to disturb Kris, who mumbled something incoherent and shifted slightly in his sleep. The cool floor under my bare feet was a welcome change as I padded toward the kitchen. Maybe a glass of warm milk would do the trick. When I entered, I was surprised to see the faint glow of light and a figure at the counter. My breath hitched before I realized who it was. “Prince Gideon?” I asked, my voice quiet but filled with surprise. He turned, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. “Couldn’t sleep?” I nodded. “You too?” “Something like that.” He looked down at the knife in his hand, slicing through a lemon with practiced ease. “I find that keeping my hands busy helps.” I stepped closer, noti

Last Updated : 2024-11-29

Matchmaking Disaster

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’

Last Updated : 2024-12-01

Trouble in paradise

Loraine’s POV The rest of the day felt... off, or at least, that was the better word I could use to describe it. Firstly, Mabel avoided me entirely like I was carrying the black plague. She didn’t come to lunch, didn’t peek into the kitchen like she usually did when I was trying to make something, and didn’t respond to the light taps I gave on her door. Even when I called her name in the hallway, she pretended not to hear me, walking quickly in the opposite direction. It felt awful. I sighed, leaning against the counter in the kitchen as Gideon tidied up the workspace beside me. “Mabel hates me now.” “She doesn’t hate you,” Gideon said without looking up from the cutting board where he was dicing vegetables for dinner with ridiculous precision. “She’s avoiding me like the plague.” I grabbed a towel and began aimlessly drying a dish just to keep my hands busy. “I think my attempts at matchmaking have backfired spectacularly.” Gideon paused, setting the knife down, and finally

Last Updated : 2024-12-01

Nervous Thoughts

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,

Last Updated : 2024-12-02

Deadly flowers

Loraine’s POV The flowers sat on the table between Mabel and me like a landmine, their vibrant petals mocking my growing anxiety. I stared at the note clutched in my hands, Gordon’s handwriting scrawled across the paper like a ghost from my past. My heart raced, my stomach churned, and I felt like the walls were closing in. “Loraine,” Mabel’s voice pulled me back to reality. She leaned in, her brows furrowed with concern. “What’s going on? You’ve been staring at those flowers for ten minutes. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I hesitated, biting my lip. Could I tell her? Should I? This wasn’t just any problem; this was Gordon. She was already keeping one secret about him; I didn’t want to add another. Mabel reached over and gently touched my hand. “You can tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.” I sighed, knowing I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. “The flowers… They’re from Gordon.” Mabel blinked in surprise, then leaned back in her chair, her mouth slig

Last Updated : 2024-12-02

The surprise for Mabel

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

Last Updated : 2024-12-03

Gideon’s Confession

Loraine’s POV After the picnic, I lingered in the hallway outside the dining room, letting the boys finish tidying up. My heart felt lighter after seeing Mabel so happy, but my mind was still clouded with thoughts about Prince Gideon. I’d been avoiding him all day, barely sparing him a glance or a word, but I could still feel his gaze on me. It was becoming a problem—one I wasn’t sure how to fix. I turned toward my room, but before I could take a step, a shadow loomed in the corner of my eye. “Loraine,” Gideon’s voice called softly but firmly, stopping me in my tracks. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment before turning to face him. He was leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed, but there was an intensity in his gaze that pinned me in place. “What is it, Gideon?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, cutting straight to the point. Fuck! He caught me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quickly, looking anywhe

Last Updated : 2024-12-03

Shopping with Preston

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

Last Updated : 2024-12-04

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