All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ash's POVI had barely stepped through the gates when the children came running. Their small feet pounded against the stone courtyard, their little hands reaching for me with desperate hope shining in their eyes. Elias was the first to latch onto my leg, his small fingers digging into me as if he feared I would slip away too.“Uncle Ash!” Elias cried, his voice breaking. His bright eyes, so much like Enzo’s, shimmered with tears. “Did you bring Mama back? Did you save her? Please tell me you saved her!”Before I could even find my voice, Lyra crashed into me from the other side, her arms circling my waist tightly. She buried her face in my side, her words muffled but sharp enough to stab through my chest. “I want my mama! I want her now!”Kael Junior and Aria stood just behind them, their little faces pale and trembling, their eyes filled with too much knowing for children so young. They didn’t run forward, but the way their hands clutched one ano

Enzo's POVThe moment I pushed the heavy metal door open, the thick stench of blood and sweat hit me in the face like a wave. The air was humid, suffocating, filled with the muffled groans of a man who had already endured too much. My boots clicked against the concrete floor as I stepped into the torture room, and the sound seemed to echo in the silence that followed.Ash stood leaning against the wall, arms folded, his eyes sharp and expectant. Kael had his fists clenched, restless energy rippling off him. Atlas was crouched near the corner, wiping his blade on a rag, expression calm, detached, like he’d seen this scene a hundred times.And then there was Bryan.The bastard was tied to a steel chair bolted to the floor, arms pulled tight against the restraints. His shirt was ripped open, soaked in sweat and streaks of crimson. One side of his face was already swollen, his lip split open. His breathing came in ragged pants, but when he lifted his

Lisa's POVMy head was pounding. Every throb behind my eyes felt like a hammer striking against my skull, dragging me out of a darkness that had felt endless. I groaned softly, pressing my palms against the cold, uneven stone beneath me, forcing my body to respond even as nausea twisted in my stomach. My eyelids fluttered open, and the world swam in front of me.Shadows. Flickering light. Walls that seemed to breathe with dampness, coated in moss and age. A cavern. The air smelled of smoke and something older, something that carried the weight of centuries. I blinked rapidly, trying to force the blurriness away, and then my heart lurched.I wasn’t alone.Irene stood only a few feet away, her posture sharp, her eyes watching me with a strange mixture of triumph and coldness. Behind her, a figure loomed—an elderly man whose presence filled the cavern so completely it was hard to breathe. His hair was long, silver streaked with white, his body frail-

Lisa's POV I woke to the sound of dripping water echoing against stone, each drop magnified in the silence that smothered the room. My body ached, every muscle heavy, like I had been drained of every ounce of strength. The memory of the black room flashed in my mind—the marks on the ground, the way my power was sucked from me whenever I fought against them. My throat was dry, cracked from screaming, yet I forced my head up.The door creaked, slow and deliberate, and the sight of Irene stepping inside made my stomach twist. Her calmness, her neat hair, the tray in her hands—it was all wrong in this place of shadows and stone. She moved with a confidence that told me she didn’t fear this place. That realization cut deeper than the ropes binding my wrists.She set the tray on the floor in front of me, her voice steady. “Eat. Drink. You will need it to prepare for the ritual.”I let out a broken laugh, bitter and sharp. “Ritual? What ritual?” My voic

Third person POV The candlelight in Enzo’s study flickered as he sat hunched over the desk, papers sprawled before him, his fingers pressed against his temple. The weight of the council’s defiance still clung to him like chains, every word of their opposition ringing in his skull. His quill hovered over the parchment, but no words came.The sharp, hurried knock on the door snapped him out of his storm of thoughts. “Come in,” he barked, voice rough from hours of silence.The door burst open, and Calla stumbled inside. Her breath came in ragged gasps, strands of hair falling loose from her braid. The sight of her trembling hands and wet eyes made Enzo frown immediately. Calla was the children’s maid, loyal, steady, and always calm—even in chaos. For her to look like this meant something had gone terribly wrong.“My lord,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Something’s wrong. It’s the children.”Enzo’s chair scraped violently against the f