Todos los capítulos de Fated To Four Brothers And Their Lycan Daddy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

BROOKLYN POV The files were mocking me. I stared blankly at my new desk, my eyes glazing over as I tried to make sense of the corporate jargon and financial reports that made my head spin. I had been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, trying to make sense of terms like "quarterly projections" and "market penetration strategies" and "fiscal responsibility." I was an omega. A half-blood, who had spent all her years scrubbing toilets, and cleaning up after others. What did I know about business? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I pressed my palms against my eyes, fighting back the wave of panic that threatened to overwhelm me. Luciano had dumped these files on my desk without explanation, without instruction, without any hint of what he expected me to do with them. "You'll learn," he had said. But how? How was I supposed to learn when I didn't even understand the basics? I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. I could do this. I had survived worse. I had su

BROOKLYNThe parking lot was nearly empty by the time I made my way outside.The sun had already begun its slow descent behind the city skyline, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that would have been beautiful if I had the energy to appreciate it. My feet ached from the heels I still wasn't used to wearing, my head pounded from hours of staring at documents I barely understood, and my entire body felt heavy with exhaustion.I spotted the black Bentley waiting near the entrance, sleek and expensive and utterly out of place among the ordinary vehicles of the employees who were still trickling out of the building. Fenris stood beside it, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression as unreadable as ever.But when he saw me, he smiled.It was a small smile, barely a twitch of his lips, but it was there. Genuine. Almost warm.I approached slowly, my eyes scanning the car for any sign of Luciano. The windows were tinted, impossible to see through, but I could feel the empti

LUCIANO POV The VIP room was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey, the low hum of conversation punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. I sat in my usual chair—the one positioned with its back to the wall, offering a clear view of every entrance and exit—and swirled the amber liquid in my glass.Norman leaned back in his seat, his tie loosened, his face flushed with the warmth of good liquor. He had been my friend for over three centuries, one of the few people in this world I trusted implicitly. Beside him, Phillips nursed his own drink, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement."You have been distracted all evening," Norman observed, his voice carrying that particular tone that meant he was about to say something I would not like. "Is there something on your mind, old friend?"I grunted, taking a slow sip of my whiskey. "Nothing worth discussing."Phillips snorted. "Nothing worth discussing. Of course. Because the great Luciano Blackwood never has anything on

BROOKLYN POV The morning light filtered through the curtains of my room, soft and golden, painting the pink and white decor in shades of warmth. I had been awake for hours, my mind too restless to sleep, my thoughts consumed by the events of yesterday and the visit I was about to make.I had prepared for the day with more care than usual. A simple blouse in a soft shade of lavender, a dark skirt that fell just below my knees, my hair pulled back in a neat braid. I wanted to look presentable, composed, in control. I wanted to feel in control.I made my way downstairs, my footsteps soft on the marble floors. The penthouse was quiet, the morning light casting long shadows across the living room. And there, seated in his usual chair by the windows, was Luciano.He was reading a newspaper, his legs crossed, his posture relaxed. He was dressed in a dark suit, his hair perfectly styled, his expression unreadable. He looked like a king surveying his domain, cold and untouchable."Good mornin

Brooklyn POV I walked forward.My legs felt like lead, my heart pounding so loudly I was certain the entire floor could hear it. But I forced myself to move, to breathe, to keep my expression neutral even as a storm of emotions raged inside me.My father saw me first.His eyes widened, shock flickering across his face before it was quickly masked by something colder, more calculating. Beside him, Delilah turned, her blonde hair swinging, her perfectly painted lips curving into a sneer."Well, well," She sneered, her voice dripping honey but I felt the disdain. "Look who we have here, father. I did not know they let cleaners wander the executive floors."My father growled. “What are you here for, Brooklyn?” He didn't ask—how are you? Or how are you surviving? Delilah laughed, the sound high and cruel. "Oh, Father, look at her. She looks even worse than she did back home. What happened, Brooklyn? Did you finally hit rock bottom? Did you come to beg us?” My father frowned, his gaze d