All Chapters of Fated To Four Brothers And Their Lycan Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

✧⁠◝⁠(LUCIANO)⁠◜⁠✧The ancient seers' temple loomed before me, a crumbling relic of a time long past. Its stone walls were covered in ivy and moss, its windows dark and empty, its entrance guarded by two massive stone wolves that seemed to watch me with knowing eyes.I had been here many times over the centuries. The seers were the only beings I trusted to give me the truth, even when that truth was painful.But tonight, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear what they had to say.I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit by flickering candles, their flames casting dancing shadows across the ancient walls. The air was thick with incense and something else—something old and powerful that made my wolf stir restlessly.Two figures emerged from the shadows. They were ancient, their faces lined with centuries of wisdom, their eyes milky white with the weight of visions they had seen. They moved with a grace that belied their age, their robes whispering against

✧⁠◝⁠(KNOX)⁠◜⁠✧My head was pounding.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers pressing against my temples as the ache throbbed behind my eyes. Beside me, Raven groaned, sprawled across an armchair with his arm draped over his face. Nathan paced the room like a caged animal, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. Caiden sat in the corner, his head in his hands, his body still trembling with the aftermath of what had happened.We had been knocked out.Fenris. That bastard had come in like a shadow and taken all four of us down before we could even react. One moment we were about to claim our mate, and the next we were waking up on the floor with splitting headaches and the taste of failure in our mouths."This is humiliating," Raven muttered, his voice muffled by his arm. "He took us out like we were pups.""He's been Father's right hand for centuries," Nathan growled. "Of course he's stronger than us.""That doesn't make it any less humiliating," Raven snapped.I said nothing. My mi

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding, my body drenched in cold sweat.The room was unfamiliar. Plain. Functional. Nothing like the luxurious suite I had been staying in before. The walls were bare, the furniture sparse, and the air felt heavy, thick with something that made my skin prickle with unease.Wards. I could feel them pressing against me, containing me, suppressing something I couldn't quite name.My scent.I sat up slowly, my head spinning with confusion. How had I gotten here? The last thing I remembered was the brothers surrounding me, their eyes dark with hunger, their bodies trembling with barely contained lust. And then a shadow, a flash of movement, and darkness.I looked down at myself. I was still in the same clothes, still wearing the same bandages. Someone had brought me here, laid me in this bed, and left me alone.But who? And why?My stomach growled loudly, breaking the thoughts. I pressed a hand to my abdomen, wincing at the hollow ache. Whe

✧⁠◝⁠(LUCIANO)⁠◜⁠✧ I stepped out of the car, and the morning air hit me like a physical force. My power radiated outward in waves, ancient and overwhelming, pressing down on the rogues who surrounded us like the weight of centuries. I could see it in their eyes—the flicker of hesitation, the dawning realization that they had made a terrible mistake. But there were fifty of them. And they were desperate. Or well-paid. Perhaps both. They surged forward, and I met them with cold, brutal efficiency. I had been fighting for centuries. I had faced enemies far more dangerous than these pathetic rogues. My movements were fluid, calculated, lethal. Each strike was precise, each kill economical. I tore through them like a scythe through wheat, my claws and fangs finding throats and hearts with merciless accuracy. But I was distracted. I could feel Brooklyn's fear through the bond, sharp and piercing, like a knife twisting in my chest. Her terror was a constant hum in the back of my

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧The alarm blared loudly, ripping me from a deep, dreamless sleep.I groaned, reaching out blindly to slap the offending device. My hand connected with something hard, and the noise finally stopped. I buried my face in the pillow, willing myself to fall back asleep.But then the door opened.A young woman entered, probably in her twenties, with kind eyes and a warm smile. She was dressed in a simple but elegant uniform, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun.I blinked, confusion flooding through me. "Can I help you?"The woman smiled, her voice soft and pleasant. "Good morning, Miss Brooklyn. My name is Sabrina. I'm the caretaker of the house. I'll be taking care of you during your stay here."I blinked, still groggy. "Oh. Hi. I'm—""Brooklyn," she finished with a smile. "I know. The King told me all about you."I felt my cheeks flush. What had Luciano told her? That I was a half-blood stray he was forced to tolerate? That I was a curse he wanted to be rid of?"Bre