Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Lisa's pov “Mate!!” My wolf repeated before she could blurt out anymore disastrous words, I took over glaring hard at Bryan who seemed visibly shaken by the revelation. “The moon goddess better be playing cruel jokes on me because she needs to rule with her senses before pairing me with this uncultured bastard.” I blabber out without giving it much thought. Alpha Baron turned to look at me, maybe surprised as to how a lowlife omega like me would still be choosing who she wanted to be paired with. “Did I just hear you complain?” Bryan's supposed fiancée, Irene, asked, stepping forward but Bryan held her back. I rolled my eyes inwardly helping her thank her stars her doll held her back. If not I would have channeled my anger and frustration to her. “Do you think yourself worthy enough to be the future Luna and mate with my son?” Alpha Baron asked angrily while I shot him a glare but quickly diverted my gaze somewhere else. I have had enough slaps tonight so I just want to rest a

Lisa's pov I blinked. “I just got whipped. I might still have pieces of my soul lying on the floor back there.” “You still have your legs.” “Barely.” “You have a heartbeat.” “Barely.” “You’re still breathing.” I groaned. “Also barely.” She bent down, smacking my thigh lightly. “Then you’re still alive. And as long as you’re breathing, we’re going to remind that piece of Alpha scum what he missed out on so club here we come.” she screamed on top of her voice, throwing her hands up. “Are you even listening to me at all?” I asked, standing to my feet while she blocked her ears dramatically. I glared at her. “So the club is where I go to celebrate getting rejected and whipped like a badly raised pet?” “No. It’s where you go to wear the tightest dress ever stitched by a drunk goddess, shake your ass to songs you don’t know, and remind yourself that you're Lisa. Not some pity project.” I folded my arms. “I have nothing to wear.” “I’ve got options.” I narrowed my eyes. “You bett

Bryan's povThe tension from last night still clung to me like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to ignore. I couldn’t sleep, not after what happened in the club. The moment my father excused Lisa from her punishment earlier that day, I should’ve known trouble was brewing.She was already in trouble.I needed a distraction.That was how I ended up calling Desmond and a couple of the guys. We drove out to the edge of town, to our usual spot—a dimly lit bar built for alphas with too much testosterone and not enough sense. Cheap drinks. Loud music. Willing women.Perfect.Laughter spilled out of the cracked windows before we even stepped inside. The air reeked of alcohol and sweat, the place packed with rogues, loners, and thrill-seekers. I welcomed the chaos. Anything to drown the rage boiling inside me.We claimed our usual booth, and shots landed on the table without anyone asking.“Loosen up, Bryan,” Desmond said, elbowing me. “You look like your balls are in a chokehold.” he joki

Bryan’s povThe minute my father called for a “game to strengthen bonds,” I knew he was about to humiliate somebody. Probably me.He waved his hand, and the servants brought in a long oak table draped in black velvet. Scrolls. Tokens. Detailed war maps painted on parchment. It looked like a political battlefield—and it was.He called it “Alliance or Ambush.”Rules were simple: Draw a scroll. Read the scenario. Make a move. Each decision earned or lost points. This wasn’t a drinking game. It was a strategy. Diplomacy. Power flex, dressed as entertainment.Of course.He never missed an opportunity to parade us like prize dogs.“Let’s see which of our great leaders has the sharpest mind tonight,” my father boomed with a proud grin. “And which ones... need sharpening.”Everyone chuckled politely, but I could see the slight shifts in posture—Alphas straightening their spines, Betas narrowing their eyes.They knew this

Lisa's povI didn’t know what silence sounded like until Alpha Enzo said the words:“How much are you willing to sell her for?”Not take her, not escort her, not even borrow her.Sell.Like I was a sack of flour in a market stall.My insides twisted. I wanted to scream, vomit, slap someone—maybe even myself for not collapsing back in the cell and dying when I had the chance. But I didn’t move. I stood still. Watching. Listening.Baron’s lips curled into a slow, smug smile. The kind of smile that slithered across his face like a snake that just found something slimy to eat.“She’s a little bruised… but not broken,” he said, swirling the wine in his cup like we were negotiating cattle, not humans. “Smart mouth, but obedient enough when she’s been starved properly.”Ash’s jaw ticked, clearly unimpressed.“How much?” Enzo repeated, voice like ice.Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.”There was a long pause.Even som