Novel & Cerita And Then There Were Four

Loraine’s POV The day was perfect. Killian, Kris, Preston, and Hunter had planned everything down to the last detail. From a serene boat ride on the crystal-clear lake to a playful lunch at an outdoor café where they bickered over who would feed me first, every moment felt like a dream. They showed me how much better life was with all four of them in it, constantly reminding me that I deserved this happiness. “I’m telling you, Loraine,” Killian said as we strolled through the market square, his arm draped over my shoulders. “Four mates are better than two any day.”

He always talked about four Alphas who committed unspeakable acts against a single woman. I kept running, unable to stop. Not now that I have something to protect—an innocent life growing inside me.

Rip it open. The mighty had fallen far. Which was devastating, to say the least. These people had lived well once upon a time. More than well. But that was before my time. Before things had gone so terribly wrong. Now, all that was left was the mafia family. Those people couldn’t care less about anyone besides themselves.

“It’s not over yet.” The fourth man was still out there, and she knew this battle was only the beginning.

"No way, back off!" "When will this end?" ---End of Chapter Four---

There was always a catch, Zara and I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the four sexy and brooding men sitting in seats across the table from me. “They must continue to submit to their Alpha King, and agree to a mating of his choosing, with a pod.” Colt stated clearly looking me directly in the eyes. Goddess his eyes…just looking into them made me feel all tingly all over and get all fuzzy on the inside. ‘I’m your all fuzzy inside. There ain’t no more room in here for anythin’ else! Ya got that?!’ Zara quickly interjected to remind me. I just had to chuckle at her silly snide remarks at times.

There was no turning back now. The End.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

Madison, on the other hand, promptly filed for leave. I thought I had done a good deed, but I never imagined it would be the reason I ended up dead.