Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Bryan’s povThe walls in this damn house were starting to choke me. Every corner reeked of control, power, and all the expectations I never asked for. My father’s words still rang in my ears like the aftermath of a gunshot — sharp, ugly, impossible to ignore. And the punch? Well, that was just tradition, wasn’t it? A reminder of what happened when I didn’t bend to his version of strength.I stormed into my room, yanked my shirt off, and threw it across the floor. My knuckles were already red from how tight I’d been clenching my fists, but I didn’t care. I needed a release. Something that didn’t involve glares, comparisons, or damn horses.I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and dialed without thinking. He picked up on the second ring.“Yo,” Gavin’s voice drawled, clearly still half-asleep.“You up?”He laughed. “Now I am. What’s up?”“I need to get out. Tonight. Club. Girls. Drinks. The whole damn show.”There was a pause. Then the sound of rust

Enzo’s povSleep was a luxury I’d long given up on. My nights were rarely quiet, and when they were, I never trusted them. Still, after yesterday’s executions and the trail of rot we had uncovered, I had allowed myself to rest for a few hours, hoping the silence would hold at least till morning.It didn’t.The knock came just after dawn. Sharp. Urgent. Not the kind that waited for permission.“Enter,” I called, already half-sitting in bed.The door creaked open, and Atlas stepped in, his face pale, jaw clenched tight. Whatever he came to say wasn’t routine.“What happened?” I asked, fully alert now.“There was another breach,” he said immediately. “The rogues… someone tried to help them escape.”My blood turned cold. “Inside job?”He nodded grimly. “It wasn’t a coordinated ambush—just desperation. But they had help. An informant within the ranks. Kael caught them in the act.”I swung my legs over the bed, already moving toward the closet to gr

Lisa's povCalla hummed as she adjusted the curtains, letting in soft golden light. “It’s morning already. I was going to wake you up anyway. The girls are starting chores, and I figured you’d want a little distraction.”“Yeah… I probably need it.”She paused, giving me a look that hovered between concern and curiosity. “You don’t have to say what happened, Lisa. But if something’s bothering you…”“I just want to forget,” I whispered, and this time, the honesty slipped out too fast to catch.She gave a small nod, her voice gentler than ever. “Then we’ll forget together.”The rest of the morning passed in silence. I slowly forced myself to eat, even if the knots in my stomach begged me not to. Calla stayed nearby, humming tunes while folding linens, occasionally chatting about nonsense just to fill the space.But my head?It wouldn’t stop replaying what I saw.I thought I had seen the worst back at Baron’s pack. Turns out, I was just scratching the

Bryan’s pov The morning sun filtered lazily through the drapes, casting stripes of golden light across my room like it was trying to cheer me up. Joke’s on the sun. I wasn’t in the mood for any celestial pep talk. My head throbbed with the force of a thousand drummers, and my throat felt like sandpaper. Classic aftermath of a night spent drinking myself into oblivion. I rolled out of bed with a groan, feet hitting the cold floor as I trudged toward the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror didn’t look as horrible as I felt, but it was close. I splashed water on my face, took a quick, hot shower, letting the water pound against the back of my neck. If only it could wash away the memory of yesterday’s humiliation. My body still ached from being tossed around like a ragdoll on a horse. That stupid horse and that smug bastard of an alpha whose son apparently was born on a saddle. The way they laughed... The way Father clenched his jaw... I rubbed at the dull pain in my shoulder, jaw t

Alpha Baron’s POV The meeting had been scheduled for over a month. A coalition of four neighboring packs had requested a sit-down, and although I usually found these gatherings tedious and full of self-important posturing, this one felt necessary. Our pack had suffered enough embarrassments lately, and if we didn’t align ourselves with the right allies, we would be left out in the cold when the next rogue uprising hit. I arrived at the meeting hall precisely on time, flanked by two of my most trusted guards. The scent of old wood and burning cedar lingered in the air, a mark of tradition in these walls. The other alphas were already seated—Alpha Rowan of the Steel Ridge pack, Alpha Malrik from Moonclaw, and Alpha Vane from the Blood Tundra. They were formidable men in their own rights, some older, some younger, but all sharp and dangerous in their ways. “Baron,” Rowan greeted me with a curt nod. “Glad you could finally spare some time.” I smirked as I took my seat at the large, rou