All Chapters of Mated By The Quadruple Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

 The wind outside the packhouse howled like it was carrying the whispers of every ancestor who had ever judged us. Inside, the air felt just as tense, heavy with unspoken words and a primal pull that made my heart hammer against my ribs.The four Alphas stood in front of me — Elias, Kael, Dorian, and Lucien — their postures radiating authority, dominance, and an unyielding hunger that had nothing to do with food.“We need to talk. Alone,” Kael said, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.“No,” I shot back before I could stop myself. “If you want to talk, we talk here. No secrets.”Lucien’s lips curled into something halfway between a smirk and a snarl. “You think you can dictate the terms to four Alphas?”I took a step forward, refusing to bow my head. “I think I’m the only one here who has nothing to hide.”That earned me a low growl from D

The rain was still falling, soft now, almost apologetic after the earlier storm, but the world inside the packhouse felt like a furnace. My pulse hammered in my ears, too loud, too fast, and every breath tasted of them—Kai, Lucien, Darius, and Rowan—each scent weaving through the air like threads I couldn’t untangle.I’d stormed out of the council room after the verdict had been announced—half victory, half insult—and now stood in the hallway, palms flat against the wall, trying to keep my knees from giving out.“Running again?”The voice came from my left, smooth and edged like a blade—Lucien. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes like molten silver in the dim light.I straightened. “I’m not running.”He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between us with deliberate slowness. “Then why does it feel like you’re about to disappear?”T