All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alpha Enzo’s POV The sun hadn’t even climbed halfway across the sky when my study door creaked open with a knock that told me one thing—Rowland was early. As expected. I didn’t bother looking up. My fingers kept flipping through the parchment-lined report Kael had compiled last night—meticulous, detailed, and exactly what I needed to verify troop positions and border strength. It wasn’t until I heard his boots cross the threshold that I finally shut the file. "Rowland," I said, gesturing to the leather seat across from me. "You’ve either come early because you’re desperate or bored." The older Alpha chuckled, his salt-and-pepper beard twitching slightly as he dropped into the seat. “You wound me, Enzo. I’m neither. Just a man trying to hold his pack together.” I raised a brow. “I assume you didn’t travel all this way to exchange pleasantries.” He sighed, shoulders sinking slightly under the weight of his coat. “We’ve had three more rogue incursions this month. My men are tired.

Lisa's POVI stomped into the kitchen like a woman on a mission to knead her frustrations into submission. Calla trailed behind me, wisely choosing to stay silent for now. My fingers were twitching with anger, and my head was spinning with the aftermath of what just happened in the garden with Alpha Enzo.Who did he think he was?Okay, dumb question. He was the Alpha. That didn’t mean he had to be such a sanctimonious, emotionless statue of superiority.The moment I stepped into the bustling kitchen, all activity seemed to pause for the briefest second as everyone turned to look at me. I must have looked like I was about to start a food fight or scream bloody murder. Or both.“Lisa?” one of the girls asked carefully, her hands frozen mid-chop with a knife hovering above a carrot.“She’ll be fine,” Calla answered before I could open my mouth. “Just… give her a minute.”I marched over to the wooden counter, grabbed a bowl of flour and slammed it down with m

Beta Ash's povSteam clouded the mirror in front of me, fogging my reflection as I ran a towel through my hair. The water still clung to my skin, cooling rapidly in the room’s natural air. It should’ve been just another quick shower, something to wash off the day. But the moment I stepped out, her scent hit me like a damn freight train.I froze.That scent.Sweet. Warm. Subtle vanilla with a hint of earth—like wildflowers and fresh wind after rain.My wolf stirred beneath my skin instantly.She’s here.Lisa.I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.I had memorized every note of her scent that night in the club. The night she touched me—kissed me—like her lips had nowhere else to belong. She hadn’t recognized me since then, which I found ironic considering how unforgettable that night was for me.But she hadn't remembered. Or maybe she did and chose silence.I didn’t know which would piss me off more.I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease

Beta Ash's POVI didn’t waste any time reporting to Enzo. It wasn’t just my duty as Beta; it was the only way to keep Irene from spinning her own version of events. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Irene thrives on twisting truths into daggers.By the time I walked into Enzo’s study, I had already replayed the horse race and that damned kiss in my head a hundred times. I hated every second of it. Not because it embarrassed me—hell, I’ve been embarrassed in worse ways—but because it left me with this weird taste in my mouth. A mixture of annoyance, guilt, and… something I couldn’t even name.Enzo was leaning over his desk, going through maps and reports when I stepped in. He didn’t even look up when I cleared my throat.“Talk,” he said simply, like I was another report waiting to be filed.“Irene,” I started, tossing the words out like they were poison, “is back. And she’s already making a scene.”That made him look up. “What did she do this time?”

Irene's POVI was humming as I walked into our pack’s mansion, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing like music to my ears. For once, I was in a good mood—a dangerously good mood, the kind that made everyone around me take a few steps back because they didn’t know whether to smile with me or run for cover. The maids scurried to the sides as I breezed past, their eyes darting to the ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For once, I didn’t care.Today, I felt like I was in control.I barely paused to catch my breath when I reached the second floor. Without knocking, I threw open the heavy wooden door to my father’s study. “Father!” I called out, my voice dripping with the kind of fake sweetness that I knew annoyed him. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had—”I stopped short when I saw him sitting behind his massive oak desk, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his dark, calculating eyes. Oh. He wasn’t smiling. Not