Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Enzo's POVI sat in my study, unable to concentrate on the papers scattered across the desk. Reports, maps, and lists of names blurred together before my eyes, none of it important compared to the storm raging inside me. I hadn’t slept in days, not since the whispers of betrayal, not since Lisa vanished. My wolf clawed at the inside of my chest, restless, furious, demanding blood and answers.The sound of movement stirred me. Ash, Atlas, and Kael stood with me, silent sentinels, waiting for the children to stir. They were sprawled on the long couches in the sitting room now, breathing steadily, their small chests rising and falling as though they were ordinary five-year-olds. But there was nothing ordinary about them anymore. Not after what I had witnessed.I rubbed my temples, leaning forward, elbows digging into the table. My heart hammered as though it already knew what was coming when their bodies finally shifted, and their eyes fluttered open.

Third person POV The night was thick with silence, broken only by the sounds of distant preparations in the fortress yard. Soldiers sharpened blades, boots marched in formation, and the air hummed with tension, but inside the children’s chamber, the world seemed entirely still.Elias sat cross-legged on the floor, sweat glistening on his brow despite the cool air. His eyes glowed faintly, threads of light weaving between his fingertips as he concentrated. Lyra knelt beside him, her small hands clutching a charm of herbs she had bound together herself, whispering under her breath. Aria stood near the window, the breeze curling around her body though the shutters were closed. And Kael’s son—silent as always—sat at the far end of the room, his dark gaze fixed on the floor, his aura so heavy it made the air itself tremble.They were not playing, nor whispering childish secrets. They were reaching, stretching, forcing their small minds into a connection far gr

Lisa's POV I could barely breathe. My chest felt as though iron hands were pressing down on it, crushing me from the inside out. My wrists burned where the runes carved into the chains seared deeper into my skin, as if they wanted to carve themselves into my bones. The air was heavy, suffocating, vibrating with Malrik’s fury.He stood before me, his tall figure cloaked in a darkness that seemed to bleed from him. His eyes glowed with that molten fire, his jaw tight, every line of his body rigid with rage. I had seen his anger before. I had felt his cruelty. But this was different. This was a storm, and I was trapped in the center of it.“You dared,” he said, his voice low, each syllable dripping venom. “You dared to raise your hand against what belongs to me.”His gaze flicked briefly to Irene, who clutched her ribs in the corner, still shaken from my attack, before snapping back to me. His eyes blazed brighter, the shadows thickening around him.

Third person POV Malrik’s lair was wrapped in shadows, the ritual chamber pulsating with a suffocating aura. Torches lined the walls, but their flames were a strange black instead of orange, spitting sparks of darkness that ate the light around them. A thick circle of runes glowed faintly on the ground, etched in blood that hadn’t yet dried. The smell of iron hung heavy in the air, mixing with the dampness of the underground stone. Lisa lay at the center of the circle, her wrists and ankles bound by chains forged from obsidian links, each link carved with runic symbols meant to suppress resistance. Her body was bruised, her face pale, yet her eyes still glimmered faintly with defiance even through exhaustion. Malrik stood over her, his long fingers dipped in ink-black fluid. With deliberate precision, he drew sigils across her arms, her chest, her legs, each mark burning against her skin as though it had been branded with fire. He chante

Ash's POVI could feel her.Even through the miles of cursed ground, the thick walls of stone, and the choking stench of Malrik’s magic, the bond between us pulsed like a beacon. Lisa. My mate. My anchor. My everything. Her pain ran through me like fire under my skin, searing, cutting, relentless. Every time she screamed, I heard it in my bones. Every time she gasped for breath, it was as though my lungs were being crushed too.But I wouldn’t let her break. I wouldn’t let him win.Malrik thought he could bury her beneath his rituals, his runes, and his endless darkness. But what he didn’t understand was that the bond between mates wasn’t something even ancient wolves could destroy. He could carve at her body, siphon her essence, but he couldn’t undo what the moon itself had woven. And that was what I would use against him.I stood at the edge of his cursed ground, the thick mists swirling like serpents, the scent of decay burning my nostr