All Chapters of Mated to four: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Kael – POVShe was trembling so hard I thought her bones might break from it.Tears tracked down her face in silent streaks, and her whole body was folded in on itself like she was trying to disappear. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—panic,so thick and raw it wrapped around my throat.She was terrified of us.And I couldn't fucking take it.I stepped forward slowly, ignoring the way every other Alpha went still behind me. Damian didn't move. Riven's eyes followed me.Lucas tensed, but didn't speak.One step.Two.I kept my hands down at my sides. Open. Non-threatening. Every part of me screamed to reach for her—to pull her into my arms, wrap her up, fix this. But I didn't.Because touching her without permission?That would be the fastest way to destroy what little thread was holding her together.I crouched a few feet away. Not close enough to crowd her. Just... enough.Her head snapped up like she felt me.And gods, those eyes.Wide. Haunted. Brimming with too much pain fo

Damian – POVI stood there, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed so tight it was a wonder my bones didn’t snap. Every muscle in my body was strung tight, my wolf pacing just under the surface, pressing against my skin like it wanted to tear its way out the second her fear spiked again.Kael was still crouched beside her, every movement slow, careful. Handling her like she was glass—like if he shifted too fast, she’d shatter and we’d never be able to put her back together. His voice was low, steady, like he was talking down a skittish animal.Then I heard him ask it.“Can I get your name, sweetheart?”I went still. Even my breathing stopped.She stared at him like he’d just spoken in fucking riddles, confusion flickering across her face before something else took over—hesitation, wariness. That look alone told me too much.And then she said it.Soft. Barely above a whisper.“Three-seven.”What.The.Fuck.My hands fisted at my sides before I even realized it, claws threatening to

Riven – POVI hated hospitals.The smell. The sterility. The fucking silence filled with things no one wanted to say.And now this.That omega.Ours.I still felt the phantom echo of her fear crawling under my skin like fire. It hadn't left me since the moment she bolted out of that hospital bed. And watching her flinch like we were the ones who hurt her—yeah, that shit did something to me I couldn't name.Now we were heading into Damian's office, the four of us walking like a damn funeral procession, and I could feel it simmering in the air. The tension. The guilt. The rage.Kael looked like he was barely holding himself together. Lucas was dead silent, which was never a good sign. And Damian... Damian's jaw had been locked so tight I swore he'd snap his own damn teeth.I followed them in, arms crossed, back tense as we all stepped inside.No one spoke right away.Damian shut the door behind us with a sharp click.And that was it.The room felt too small for how big this problem was.