Semua Bab Fated To Four Brothers And Their Lycan Daddy: Bab 1 - Bab 10

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN POV)⁠◜⁠✧ The kick landed hard against my ribs, jolting me from a dreamless sleep into searing pain. "Get up, you worthless piece of shit." Tyler's voice cut through the haze. I blinked, disoriented, the cold marble floor pressing against my cheek. Right. I'd been cleaning the east wing since midnight while everyone slept in their warm beds. I must have dozed off. My stepbrother loomed above me, his expensive shoes inches from my face. "Did you hear me? Father's office is a mess, and you're here lazing around?" I pushed myself up slowly, my body screaming in protest. "I cleaned it three hours ago—" "Don't you dare talk back to me." The backhand came so fast I didn't see it. My head snapped to the side, my cheek exploding with heat. Before I could recover, his fist tangled in my hair, yanking so hard my scalp burned and tears pricked my eyes. "Pathetic," he snarled, dragging me across the floor. "Just like your whore of a mother. At least she knew how to kee

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN POV)⁠◜⁠✧ The council chamber was packed. My father sat on the throne at the head of the room, his expression unreadable. The elders surrounded him, their ancient faces carved from stone. Victoria stood at his side, her hand resting on his shoulder. Tyler loomed behind her, arms crossed, smirking as if watching his favorite show. And Jax's parents. His mother was a wreck, her face streaked with tears, her eyes wild with grief. The moment I was dragged into the room, she lunged at me, her claws extended, and raked them across my face before anyone could stop her. "You killed my son you evil, cursed bitch!" she shrieked. "MY SON!" Warriors pulled her off me, but the damage was done. Blood dripped down my cheek, mixing with tears I couldn't stop. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm so sorry—" "Sorry?" She laughed, the sound was broken and terrible. "You'll be sorry when they burn you alive, you bloodthirsty half-blood!" "Order," my father said, his voice carrying

✧⁠◝⁠(LUCIANO)⁠◜⁠✧ I heard the growls before I saw them. The sound of my sons tearing into each other echoed through the ancient forest, their snarls and roars carrying on the night wind like thunder. I had been in my study when the disturbance first registered, the primal fury of my bloodline vibrating through the pack bonds like a warning bell. Something was wrong. I rose from my chair, my movements unhurried, controlled. Behind me, Fenris—my Beta, my oldest friend, the only wolf I trusted with my life—fell into step without a word. He had been with me for centuries, and he knew better than to speak when I was in this mood. The cold, calculating mood that preceded violence. The sounds grew louder as I approached the forest. Snarls. Curses. The sickening crunch of bone meeting bone. My sons were destroying each other, and for what? I stepped into the clearing and stopped. The sight before me was chaos. Four massive black wolves, their golden eyes blazing with madness, locked i

✧⁠◝⁠(Brooklyn POV)⁠◜⁠✧Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through dark water.The first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me. Silk. Expensive silk, the kind I hadn't felt since I was a child, back when I still slept in a real bed instead of a servant's cot. The sheets were impossibly smooth against my skin, cool and luxurious.The second thing I noticed was the chain.It was wrapped around my left wrist, heavy and cold, anchored to the ornate headboard above me. I tugged at it weakly, and the metal clinked against the bedframe.No. No, no, no-Panic surged through me like ice water. I jerked upright, ignoring the searing pain that exploded across my back. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulent surroundings-the massive four-poster bed, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark wood furniture that screamed wealth and power.And I wasn't alone.Five figures loomed over me, their massive forms blocking out the light from the windows. I blinked, my vision sw

✧⁠◝⁠(Brooklyn POV)⁠◜⁠✧ The air crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. They paced the room, their snarls echoing off the walls, their eyes blazing with fury. I watched their eyes shift-brown to white to gold to silver-their fangs extending, their noses flaring with barely contained rage. I shrank back against the headboard, terror flickering across my face. I had seen wolves lose control before. I had seen the madness in their eyes, the violence that lurked beneath the surface. And for a terrifying moment, I thought they were going to tear the room apart. Then one of them saw my face. "Stop," Knox said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Look at her. You're scaring her." The brothers froze, their eyes snapping to me. They saw the fear in my expression-the way I had pressed myself back, the trembling of my hands-and instantly, they reined themselves in. “We're sorry, butterfly," Raven said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "We didn't mean to frig