Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Atlas's POV The night stank of blood, smoke, and something fouler still—Malrik’s rot seeping into every crack of this cursed ground. My lungs burned as I cut through another wave of shadowed beasts, their screeches rattling in my ears. My claws sliced through flesh that wasn’t truly flesh, just dense clouds of malice bound into form. Each time they dissolved into mist, more surged forward, clawing, biting, screaming.Enzo was beside me, his power radiating like a storm. His strikes were merciless, precise, tearing gaps in the tide where none should have existed. Every time my arms threatened to fail, I looked at him and found reason to keep going. Brothers not by blood, but by war and choice—we had bled too long together to falter now.“Push them back!” Enzo’s roar shook the air. “We breach or we die here!”I slammed my fist into the ground, sending a shockwave rippling outward. The monsters shrieked as bones cracked beneath them, bodies scatteri

Third person POV The chamber reeked of blood and power. The walls trembled with every strike, every roar, every clash of claw and spell. Enzo, fully transformed into his towering Lycan wolf, circled Malrik with feral eyes burning red, his fangs bared and dripping. Across from him, the ancient wolf cloaked in black magic stood tall, his robes rippling though no wind moved. The ritual circle behind him glowed with sinister energy, Lisa’s bound and bleeding body at its center, her faint gasps barely audible under the weight of the storm building in the room.“Your struggle is pointless, Alpha,” Malrik spat, his voice carrying through the chamber like venom. “Her screams are my hymns, her blood my ink. And now—your rage will become my power.”Enzo’s answer was a thunderous roar. He lunged, his claws slicing through the thick air, meeting Malrik’s shield of dark energy head-on. Sparks flew, black colliding with crimson as the ground cracked beneath them. The f

Third person POV The chamber stank of blood and burned magic, the air so thick with energy it trembled in every breath. Shadows slithered along the cracked walls, licking at the edges of the ritual circle where Lisa lay bound and broken. Her chest rose and fell faintly, her skin pale, every vein glowing faintly with the residue of Malrik’s corruption.But the children stood around her, small bodies trembling, eyes bright with determination far beyond their years. Elias was in front, his palms pressed to the ground as golden light bled from him, forming the first strands of the barrier. Aria lifted her arms, her lips moving in soundless whispers as the very air shifted, answering her call, weaving into the barrier as shimmering wind. Lyra’s tiny fingers danced over Lisa’s body, tracing protective symbols of power, strands of healing energy glowing like threads of silver around her mother.They were five years old, fragile in size but colossal in spirit.

Third person POV The cavern reeked of smoke and ash, the remnants of Malrik’s dark magic fading slowly into the damp air. The heavy silence after his death felt almost unbearable, as though the earth itself was holding its breath. Lisa lay in Enzo’s arms, weakened but alive, her children clinging to her hands while the brothers formed a protective circle around them. The battle was over.When at last they emerged from the hideout, the light of day struck them with blinding brilliance. Outside, scores of shoulders—warriors from allied packs who had been waiting on the periphery—fell instantly to their knees. A wave of voices rose together, raw and reverent.“Hail the protectors!” one called.“Glory to the Alpha blood!” another shouted.The air vibrated with chants and bows as every warrior pressed their heads low to the ground. They hailed Lisa, the children, and the brothers—Enzo, Ash, Atlas, and Kael—as saviors who had delivered them fr

Third person POV The coronation day had finally arrived. The sun stretched lazily across the horizon, spilling streaks of gold and crimson over the clearing that had been transformed into the heart of the celebration. A vast gathering of wolves and allies filled the sacred grounds of the pack, all eyes shimmering with anticipation, awe, and pride. Banners dyed with deep silver and midnight hues fluttered gently in the crisp breeze, bearing the crest of the pack. The air was heavy with both ceremony and the undeniable sense that history was about to be written.Lisa stood quietly behind the brothers, her heart pounding with a force that rattled her chest. It wasn’t nerves in the ordinary sense; it was something greater, heavier, the recognition that what was unfolding today would change not just her life, but the life of every wolf gathered here, and those yet to come. Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware o