Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Enzo's POVI sat on the edge of my desk, arms folded tight across my chest, staring out the wide windows of my study. The war had barely ended, blood still fresh in my head, yet the silence tonight gnawed at me more than the chaos of battle. Lisa was gone. Not kidnapped, not dragged—but gone by her own decision. And that truth kept splitting through me like a blade.The heavy doors to my study slammed open. Ash stormed in first, fire in his eyes, his boots pounding like thunder. Kael followed with his usual icy calm, though his jaw was clenched so hard I could see the muscles twitching. Atlas closed the door behind them, slower, his expression unreadable but his shoulders carrying the weight of restrained fury.“Enzo,” Ash barked, his voice rough. “What the hell have you done?”I didn’t answer. My silence was enough to set him off. He crossed the room in three strides and shoved me hard in the chest.“You let her go with him? With Bryan?”

Lisa's POVI followed the two maids down the long corridor, their steps hushed, almost rehearsed, as though they’d walked this path many times before. I didn’t bother asking questions—I was too focused on steadying myself. My body still ached from the war, my veins burned with the remnants of the power I’d poured into healing dozens of soldiers, and yet here I was, about to step into another battlefield. Only this time, the enemy wasn’t rogue claws or teeth. It was the plague eating away at Baron, Alpha Bryan’s father, and the disease that had swept through too many packs already.The maids pushed the heavy doors open. A chill swept over me as I stepped into the room. The smell hit me first—not just sickness, but death lingering, waiting to finish its claim. Baron lay on the massive bed, his skin gray and waxy, sweat beading across his forehead. His chest rose shallowly, each breath a labor, rattling in his throat. The room was too quiet, too heavy, even the candle

Lisa's POV When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the heaviness of my body. My head throbbed as if someone had split it open with an axe, every pulse of my heart sending waves of pain through my skull. My arms ached, my legs ached, and my chest felt like it was caving in. Then the realization hit me. I couldn’t move. I tried lifting my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. Panic surged through me as I tugged harder, only to feel the sharp bite of rope cutting into my skin. My wrists were bound tightly behind the back of a chair, and when I shifted my legs, I realized my ankles were tied too. The wood pressed harshly against my spine, the edges digging into me every time I breathed. My heart pounded. Where was I? The room was dim, lit only by a lantern in the corner. The walls were stone, damp and cold, with water dripping somewhere in the shadows. A foul stench of blood and rust filled the air,

Bryan's POV The room was suffocating. The tension is thick enough to choke on. I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath my weight as Henry entered, his usual eagerness dimmed by the urgency in his expression. I didn’t even look at him at first; my mind was elsewhere, racing, plotting. “Alpha,” Henry said, voice clipped, careful. “Enzo’s demands… He wants Lisa returned, or he’s mobilizing his pack against us.” I finally turned, fixing him with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Enzo’s demands?” I repeated, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. “He can demand all he wants. She is not some trinket he can call back. And I’m not about to let a murderer—yes, murderer—walk free.”&

Third person POV The night air was thick with smoke, gunpowder, and the coppery scent of blood as Enzo’s forces descended upon Bryan’s pack. Torches flared along the outer walls, casting long, flickering shadows over the chaos that had erupted across the camp. Soldiers shouted orders, the clash of steel ringing through the night like a chorus of doom. Enzo led the charge at the forefront, his armor glinting under the firelight, rifle in hand, eyes blazing with determination. Behind him, Ash, Kael, and Atlas moved in perfect synchronization, each taking calculated strides, each ready to unleash devastation. Their presence alone inspired their men, giving them courage to push forward against a force that was known for cruelty, deception, and cunning. The first line of Bryan’s guar