Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Irene's POVThe room was a whirlwind of silk, lace, and frustration. Dresses of every color lay sprawled across my bed, shoes scattered like forgotten treasures, and the maids scurried around me like nervous ants. I sat cross-legged on the floor, meticulously unpacking one of my new shopping bags, examining a gold-threaded gown I had bought just that morning.“Are you deaf?!” I snapped at the maid fumbling near the wardrobe. “That’s not how you handle silk! Do you want me to look like a crumpled rag on my date? Oh, wait—you’ve never seen anything finer than your peasant rags, have you?!”The girl flinched, mumbling a soft “sorry, miss,” but it only irritated me further. I stood and snatched the dress from her trembling hands. “Pathetic. Do you know how much this costs? More than your entire miserable life! If you ruin one stitch, I’ll make sure you’re thrown out of this house without a coin.”Another maid who had been arranging my shoes accidentally dropped a pair of

Alpha Baron's POV “A patrol exchange program. Shared resources. Joint training camps. I want to bring our packs closer before any breach becomes a disaster.” He turned slightly, eyes flicking to Bryan with interest. “Your son offered a particularly... brilliant solution. Suggesting we rotate elite guards between packs, mixing them in at levels where loyalty is tested, but not predictable. He said the traitors would out themselves in unfamiliar environments.”That made me blink.Bryan? Came up with that?I turned to him, eyes narrowed. “You said that?”Bryan nodded once. “It made sense. If someone’s leaking information from inside, you break their rhythm. Make them report back to unfamiliar handlers. Traitors operate best in patterns. Break that, and they get sloppy.”Lennox smiled. “He’s right. It’s something even my advisors hadn’t thought of. I think it could work.”I didn’t know whether to be impressed or suspicious. I studied my son again, searching

Bryan's POVBy the time we returned to the pack house, I was still fuming. Every nerve in my body felt raw, and the weight of the day made me feel like I was going to explode if I didn’t release some of this anger. My father had praised me earlier for finally giving thoughtful input, but then Henry—his ever-loyal shadow—had to open his mouth with those smug, underhanded comments as if I were some lazy fool who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as the council members. I wasn’t going to let that slide, not today.The moment I stepped into the hallway, I barked, “Get me Henry. Now.”One of the guards scurried off without hesitation. I paced the length of the hall, my hands balled into fists. My chest felt tight, like there was something clawing its way out. Henry had been undermining me for too long, always looking down on me because I wasn’t the perfect soldier my father wanted me to be. But I’d had enough. Today, I was going to remind him that I was no longer the boy

Beta Ash's POVThe sun was just beginning to rise when I stood in the courtyard, a stack of sealed letters in my hand. Each one bore Enzo’s insignia—the mark of our pack. Today wasn’t a day for small talk or procrastination. Enzo had asked me to summon the Alphas for an emergency meeting. The tension surrounding the rogue attacks had escalated, and we couldn’t afford to sit idle while the threats grew stronger.“Make sure these get to every Alpha personally,” I instructed the young couriers lined up before me. My voice was sharp, not because I was angry, but because I needed them to understand the weight of their task. “No delays. Baron, Rowland, Knox—every one of them must know this is urgent. Ride through the night if you have to.”They all nodded, gripping the leather pouches like their lives depended on it. In a way, they did. Failure wasn’t an option.I handed the last letter to the fastest rider among them, a wiry boy with determination in his eyes. “This one i

Atlas's POVI had been looking for Lisa all morning. I knocked on her door once, twice, and then a third time, but there was no answer. For a moment, I wondered if she’d managed to sneak out of the pack house—which would be bold even for someone like her—but then I spotted Calla walking past with a basket of clean linens.“Where’s Lisa?” I asked, stepping into her path.Calla blinked at me as if I had just asked for her entire life story. “She’s at the garden,” she said, adjusting the basket on her hip. “Why? You planning to start a garden war with her too?”I smirked. “Don’t be jealous that I’m her favorite person to argue with.”Calla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “If you ask me, she barely tolerates you.”I grinned, ignoring her jab, and jogged off in the direction of the garden. The morning sun was warm, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filling the air. I spotted her instantly—Lisa, crouched near a row of potte