Four Years Later Novels & Stories

LORRAINE'S POV (FOUR YEARS LATER) Four years has passed ever since the events that changed my life forever. Oscar led me to a peaceful village far away from our old pack. I hadn't heard from anyone in my pack for the last four years, not even Molly. There was no way for us to keep in contact so I didn't bother. I left the past behind and focused on my future. I had managed to form a life for myself here in this village.

Thank God Zion steps in again, smoothing out the tension like it’s nothing. “Sorry if I came off rude earlier, Hayden,” Mom says with a thin smile. “I just want Phoebe to take things seriously… especially since she doesn’t even have a mate yet.” Mate. The word drops into my stomach like a stone. If this is her reaction over something this small, what happens when she finds out the truth? That I have four mates. ** We said our goodbyes not long after. Zion handled everything—Finley left with Adonis on his bike, while Hayden and I rode back with Zion. Honestly, I just wanted to vanish, but of course, that’s not an option.

“When you’re finished.” “Of course,” I say. I say goodbye to Tracy, who eyes me down as she says, “Such a shameless lady trying to seduce my son.” Tate shoots her a glare sharp enough that she puts down her head. I follow Tate down the corridor to the small meeting room at the end of the hall. He holds the door as I walk in. It closes behind us and I turn to face him. “How long,” he says. “Four years,” I say. “Even before the centennial.”

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

She didn’t hesitate. “Four,” she said. That hit differently because the timeline didn’t just exist in the abstract anymore, it aligned too closely. I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back slightly as I tried to process it, not emotionally, not yet, just logically. Four years. That placed it exactly where I didn’t want it to be, exactly where things were already complicated enough. “This is ridiculous,” I said, but my voice lacked the certainty it had before. “It’s not,” Lydia replied.

Four years later Four years had a way of changing things. Edinburgh didn't feel unfamiliar anymore. It felt like home. I knew which coffee shop opened earliest and which bus to take to campus and which professors actually replied to emails and which ones you had to show up to in person. I knew the best study spots in the library. I knew that the dining hall pasta on Thursdays was good and every other day was not worth trying. I had real friends. Isla had kept her promise of being an aggressively excellent roommate and four years later she was one of my favourite people. We had moved out of the dorms and into a small flat two str

FOUR YEAR LATER Scott Martinez "Cam, it's been four years." I pursed my lips, trying to find the right words to say. "Four fucking years. I’m an asshole, aren’t I? I’m a bastard, fucker, dickhead that I treat you badly. You didn’t deserve that…” My lips trembled as I was speaking. Every word stabbing my heart like a fucking knife. I know that saying sorry will never make things better, but I still regret every moment of my life. Living without you is worse than I have ever thought before, Cam.” A small tear broke from my right eye as my jaw clenched harder. “I wish I could end my life. Why the fuck did I ask you to leave me forever? I should not have…" I gazed at the white roses I had put on

Epilogue Leia Four Years Later… * * * “Three years.” My dad smiles, tossing his chip as I drive him home. “Can you believe that? Three years without stepping foot in a casino.” “I’m proud of you, Dad,” I tell him as he pats me on the knee. “And just think, none of it would have been possible without Sterling.” I chuckle as Dad frowns at me. He pinches me on that spot on my thigh that never fails to tickle me, and I quickly swat him on the back of the hand.

The temperature in the room dropped, his hands tightening into fists as a memory flashed in his mind. Collins shook his head, pushing the thoughts away, but Luther’s laughter rang in his ears, their previous events replaying like a movie. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes to calm his raging heart. He placed the frame aside and sighed, “Luther.” his voice was heavy with guilt, “It's been four years now. I hope you're good, buddy?”

No one could read through those dark eyes of his. He thought, "It's been four years. Let's see how long you can keep it up."