Semua Bab Mated By The Quadruple Alpha : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Pain. That was the first thing I felt. A dull, throbbing ache in my head, spreading down my body like an uninvited guest. My limbs were heavy, like they didn’t belong to me. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, sharp and sterile, mixing with the faint smell of sweat from my own body, leaving me feeling disoriented. Where was I? I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh white light that seemed to mock my fragile state. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, so were the soft beeping sounds and the soft sheets wrapped around me. It was the sterile, indifferent environment of a hospital room, yet something about it felt…wrong. A hospital. The last thing I remembered was… Jason. Noah. The party. The Heartbreak. Then the car. The bright headlights. The impact— My chest tightened. I was supposed to be dead. Yet, here I was. Alive. A shadow moved beside me, and I stiffened instinctively, my heart pounding in my chest. “She’s awake.” That v

I slipped into the house as quietly as I could, using my extra key to unlock the door. The last thing I needed was Mom waking up and asking questions. The house smelled the same; lavender and vanilla, her favorites. I sighed, shutting the door behind me before tiptoeing upstairs. My body ached, my wolf was restless beneath my skin. Too much had happened tonight. The quadruplets, my mates. Even thinking about it made my chest tighten. I shoved the thought aside, stripped off my jacket, and collapsed onto my bed. Sleep came fast, but it wasn’t peaceful. My dreams were a mess of silver eyes, growls, and the warmth of a touch I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. * * * The next morning, the scent of bacon and coffee pulled me from sleep. My stomach grumbled in response. With a groan, I rolled out of bed, my body still sore—but healing quickly, thanks to my wolf. I padded downstairs to find Mom at the stove, flipping pancakes like everything was right with the world.

The clink of cutlery against porcelain was the loudest sound in the room. Every scrape felt deliberate, like a silent warning to keep my mouth shut. The table stretched longer than I remembered, lined with flickering candles and polished silverware, but it still wasn’t enough to keep their eyes from finding me.All four of them.The Quadruple Alphas sat like carved statues at their places of power, each one positioned so I was boxed in. No matter where I looked, I caught a flash of dark eyes, a tightening jaw, the faint twitch of a finger drumming against the table.Killian — the eldest — sat at the head, his presence cutting through the air like frost. His every move was slow, deliberate. The kind of control that made you wonder if the beast under his skin was truly sleeping or just waiting for you to make a mistake.Ronan leaned back in his chair with false ease, one arm slung across the backrest. His lips curled into a smirk every time my gaze accidentally brushed over him, as if h