All Chapters of Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tabitha’s POVI wake to the soft light spilling through the bedroom window. My eyes blink against it, and slowly, shapes come into focus. Four figures stand around the bed.“You should really stop fainting every five minutes or we’re gonna die from a heart attack,” Jace says, voice edged with mock exasperation.I let out a weak laugh and push myself up on my elbows. “I’m fine,” I say, my voice hoarse.Luca steps closer, holding a glass of water. “Here. Drink this,” he says, offering it to me. I take it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat.“How long have I been out?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from my face.“Just a few hours,” Luca says. “We were very worried about you. Do you want us to take you to the hospital?”I shake my head. “No, I’ll be fine.” I bring a hand to my head, expecting the migraine to return, but there is nothing. It is gone.I glance at them, hesitating. “So… about the mindlink. Is it true? Can I use it now too?”Evren steps closer, his expressio

Tabitha’s POVBy the way her sons talk about her, I can tell that Corinne Aldair was a good woman. Reed and even Jace can barely say their father’s name without pulling a face, yet every memory they share of their mother comes out soft and just reminiscing about her is enough to put a smile on their faces. I know people usually become saints in stories once they’re buried, but I don’t think that’s what this is. Corinne feels like the kind of woman who genuinely left a warm mark on them. Her sons loved her. Watching them smile while looking at her tree proves that much.“Did she ever teach you guys anything interesting?” I ask.“She taught me how to aim a slingshot properly when I was four.” Luca grins. “And learn throwing knives when I was eleven.”“Oh yeah, I remember when she made us aim the apple on top of Jace’s teddy bear as a punishment when she caught him pulling some nasty pranks on the maids.” Reed snickers. “He almost cried when it was my turn to hit the thing.”“You were pl

Tabitha’s POVEach of them leans in to kiss me quickly, and then I step out of the car feeling a bit dazed. Jace waves his hand at me through the window before the car drives away, and off they go to the naval station.I hope they’ll be okay.I walk inside and immediately sense that something is off. The estate is oddly quiet. Too quiet. I mean, it’s not exactly a party in the mansion when the brothers are not around, but I notice that there are not even a single househelps in sight. No clinking dishes from the kitchen. Not even Tom’s steady footsteps in the hall.Where are the people?I move through the hallways, trying to find someone, anyone, but every corner is empty. Huh, that’s really weird. It’s almost as if the whole mansion is suddenly deserted or something. It’s unusual to get inside the mansion and not stumble upon a single employee. Usually, even if the brothers or Alpha Emery are not around, I’d see some of them trimming the garden or watering the plants, or gossiping whi

Tabitha’s POVI finally realize that Luca and Jace are not the only ones in the room. Reed and Evren are here too, along with two maids and Tom. They all share the same worried look. Reed stands near the foot of my bed, his posture unusually tense. Evren stays closer to the door, his attention fixed on me. Jace continues to rock me, one hand firm against my back, as if keeping me grounded in the present.For a moment, my dream bleeds into reality. The image of four shadowed figures flashes through my mind, and my gaze drifts from one brother to the next. In the dim light of the room, their forms blur together, and for a split second, they look just like the silhouettes from my nightmare, standing watch instead of giving chase.It feels wrong to wake from a nightmare about them only to find them standing over me. Stranger still, their presence brings comfort, even though they are the very ones who have haunted my sleep for the past five years.“Here, have some water.” Jace offers a gla

Tabitha’s POVI shake my head and take a small step back from my mom. “Mom, I don’t think we should be talking about this right now,” I say, my voice tight. “You’re not in the ideal condition. You’re in the hospital. You need to rest.” I keep my eyes on her, trying to measure her mood, trying to gauge if she’s delirious or just angry, or… something worse.“Oh, this?” she says, lifting her arm like it’s nothing. And then she rips the IV line from her hand.I gasp and lurch forward, horror ripping through me. Blood wells from her hand and drips onto the sheets. My fingers tremble. I remember this scene from earlier, the same scarlet liquid, the same helplessness that twisted my stomach into knots. My heart slams against my chest. “Mom! What are you doing? Now you’re bleeding!” I fumble to grab the line, but it’s useless.She doesn’t answer. She rises from the hospital bed and strides to the window, ignoring my frantic movements. I watch her stand there, her silhouette sharp against the