All Chapters of Fated To Four Brothers And Their Lycab Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

✧⁠◝⁠(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 ke

✧⁠◝⁠(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 witch!" "Order," my father said, his voice carrying over the chaos

✧⁠◝⁠(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)⁠◜⁠✧Three days passed.Three days since I woke up chained to a bed in the heart of the Ironcrest territory. Three days of being surrounded by four brothers who looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.Three days of being loved.The chains had been removed on the second day. Luciano had ordered it-not out of kindness, I knew, but because the healer had insisted the metal was aggravating my wounds. Still, the freedom was intoxicating. I could move now, could stretch my aching limbs, could walk to the window and stare out at the endless forest beyond.Not that I had anywhere to go.The brothers came to me in shifts. They never announced themselves, never asked permission. They simply appeared, their eyes hungry and their hands gentle, and they stayed until I fell asleep or until Luciano summoned them away.But the brothers never left me alone for long.It was barely morning, Knox and Raven sneaked to check my wounds. They knelt beside my bed, their