All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kael's POVI’d been walking the east wing, checking the routines like I always did. Guards posted at the gates, shifts rotated clean, and not a trace of laxity—at least that was what I hoped. My patrols weren’t just about keeping order; they were about reminding every man here that I had eyes everywhere. I had to. That was my duty as Gamma, and even more as a father.It was then that one of the younger guards jogged up to me, slightly out of breath. His hands clutched a box—plain, small, but sealed too tightly for my liking.“Gamma Kael,” he bowed quickly, sweat beading his brow, “this came in. No address, no sender’s name either. Just… left at the gate.”I frowned, narrowing my eyes at the package. No mark, no seal, no name. That was already a red flag.“And you brought it straight to me?” I asked, voice even but clipped.“Yes, Gamma. I didn’t trust it with anyone else.”I took the box from him, weighing it in my hand.

Third person POV The air split with the sound of war drums no one had struck, the rhythm born instead from the pounding of paws against earth, the ragged breaths of warriors, and the bloodthirsty growls echoing through the night. The moon hung high, silver and merciless, bathing the battlefield in its cold light. Shadows twisted and writhed, alive with movement as the rogues swarmed across the broken bridge, spilling like a flood into enemy territory.Enzo stood at the forefront, shoulders heaving, his jaw clenched as he surveyed the chaos spilling into his land. The betrayal of moments earlier still lingered like acid on his tongue, Lisa’s handprint stinging his cheek, but there was no time to dwell. His pack was under attack, and he was Alpha — he was their shield and their sword. His rage could wait; bloodshed could not.Beside him, Atlas’s eyes gleamed with the barely restrained hunger for violence, his muscles coiled like a predator waiting to strike

Bryan's POV The hall was suffocating. The council droned on in their usual circles, voices overlapping like the buzzing of flies around a carcass. I sat at the head of the long table, fingers drumming against the wood, the weight of their words piling on top of the pressure already coiled in my chest. The plague. Always the plague. Numbers of the dead, numbers of the dying, useless suggestions, and the same hollow hope repeated over and over. My patience was paper-thin. These men were supposed to be leaders, but all I saw were cowards wringing their hands while the disease crept closer to our borders. I opened my mouth to cut through their babbling when the doors slammed open. A guard stumbled in, his armor dented, his breath ragged. His eyes found mine immediately. “My Alpha!” he cried, voice trembling. “It’s Baron. He—he collapsed.” The words hit me like a blow to the chest. M

Enzo's POVThe battlefield still reeked of blood when silence finally began to settle. The cries of the dying lingered in the air, broken only by the low growls of my brothers and the ragged breaths of the warriors still standing. My body ached from claw and fang, but the fury burning in my chest overpowered every wound. I wiped the gore from my face, chest rising and falling heavily as I scanned the carnage.That was when my gaze locked on Bryan.He stood there with his beta Henry, their army still regrouping after the slaughter. For a moment, we said nothing. The weight of the fight hung between us, the blood of rogues still dripping from our claws. And then the anger in me surged past the restraint I had fought to hold on to.Without hesitation, I stormed forward. My fist connected with his jaw before he even realized I was moving. The impact cracked through the night, his head snapping sideways as he staggered but did not fall.“You d

Bryan's POVI leaned back in the car seat, my fingers drumming against the armrest as I watched the pack’s gates from the tinted window. My thoughts were all over the place, but I forced myself to keep still. Henry sat beside me, fiddling with his wristwatch like he always did when he was nervous.“She’s taking too long,” he muttered, glancing at the gates again. “What if Enzo changes his mind at the last minute? What if he doesn’t let her leave?”I turned my head slowly, giving him that look that had shut up many warriors before. But Henry was my beta, my closest ally, the only one I trusted enough to speak plainly. He raised his brows at me, waiting.“She’ll come,” I said with certainty. My voice was low, steady, though my chest was tight. “Enzo has no choice but to let her. He needs her just as badly as I do.”Henry exhaled sharply and leaned back. But after a beat, his curiosity won. “Bryan,” he said quietly, “what happens afterward?