Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated to Four Brothers : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Loraine’s POV She was not worth it. Alpha Hunter’s words echo in my head as a servant ushers me to a room where she says clothes have been laid out for me. Clothing for tomorrow. “Alpha Preston had an order of clothes sent here for you, and then Alpha Hunter had that order cancelled and reordered in different sizes. They are all in there for you to fit and make your pick.” I wince. “Sorry for all the troubles.” The girl smiles shyly, holding the door open for me. “Don’t be sorry. I like doing this; it is my job.” The room is a dressing room, alright? Several kinds of dresses are laid out on hangers all over the room. There are mirrors on every part of the wall, everywhere you look, and a dressing table against one wall. “Alpha Hunter wants you to come down for dinner when you are done. He says to take your time.” The servant removes a flowing dress of red silk with luscious skirts and a tight bodice that ties in the back from one of the hangers, placing it on my body. “What do

Loraine’s POV “I do like that dress.” Preston says, leaning in the open door of my room—which I am sure I closed and locked before starting to change. His face is split into a wide, glinting smile, his white tunic unbuttoned to the deep carve of his sternum. I grip the sides of the gown before it falls to my ankles. “How the hell did you get in here?” Preston blinks, eyes wide with innocence. He shrugs, striding deeper into the room until he’s standing a breath away from me. “You look like you need help.” Rolling my eyes, I scowl down at the fabric, which is a beautiful change after the red dress I wore to the party. It is a sapphire blue satin with an open-backed bodice that laces up around my ribs. Without D, I can't—for the life of me—figure out how to put it on. I turn to Preston. “If you can work out how to attach this thing to me, I will drop the question about the lock.” In a heartbeat, Preston’s arms wrap around my waist as his scent fills my lungs. My wolf growls, pu

Loraine’s POV I wake up surrounded by delicious Alpha scents, my nose buried in warm skin and arms tight around my waist. I’m naked from the waist up, and so is Alpha Hunter, where we are pressed tightly together, though there is a warm blanket thrown over my shoulders to cover me up and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I sigh, totally content with how I’ve found myself that my brain is taking time to process why the fuck I’m half naked. Alpha Hunter’s arms tighten around me. “Go back to sleep, little wolf. Your body is tired.” Goosebumps explode over my skin, and I shiver, my nipples tightening until they are pebbled where they’re pressed into his chest, and his hand drops back down to grip my thigh, pulling me in closer to his body. My wolf purrs in my chest, humming with pleasure at having him desperate to keep me close. I try not to think about the last twenty-four hours. The gnawing fear that had attacked my chest that moment when I felt I was about to lose Hunter. The

Loraine’s POV It has been days since the attack, and surprisingly, things are beginning to settle—not going back to how they were—but the agitation and anxiety are still there. Killian has tripled security, better preparing us for more surprise attacks, but our enemies proved to be clever, if not elusive. Still, we knew nothing much about them except they were attacking Alphas without provocation or any clear motives. Our packs were not the only ones attacked. More than ten packs—not including ours—hhave been attacked in the last month, and we knew nothing about them except for the one thing we were sure of. They killed en masse and left a lot of dead bodies in their wake. They took nothing—except if you are counting lives—and were yet to state any clear reason for their attacks. For us here—me and my mates—things might never go back to how they were for us. Every one of them was busy. Alpha Hunter was busy attending meetings for him and all of his brothers because, apart from

Loraine’s POV His face is a study in smooth strength and intoxicating control. Goddess, take me. I know I’m supposed to be upset at him and his brothers, but that was out there in the hall. In here, in my room, it is too difficult to wall off my emotions. I wrap my arms around myself and meet Alpha Hunter’s eyes, my chin up. “If you have come to give me more reasons why I cannot go, or to...” Alpha Hunter takes a step forward, grasping my hips. “I have never for once seen you as weak, Loraine.” He murmurs into my ear, his soft, rumbling voice making my skin blaze so hot it’s a wonder the room doesn’t catch fire. Alpha Hunter chuckles before reining in his voice. I don’t miss the fact that he called me by name or how sweet it sounded rolling off his tongue like that. “Actually, I am here to tell you that you are somewhat right.” “I—wait, what?” “You are strong, Loraine, maybe even stronger than fifty of Killian’s best men put together.” He shrugs. “You are the best of us, Lora