Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to four: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Kael – POVI handed her the water slow, careful not to spook her.She reached for it with shaky hands, her eyes still locked on me like I might snap at any second.I didn't move.Didn't even breathe too loud.She drank in small sips, barely swallowing before setting it down like she was waiting to be punished for it.My jaw clenched.I grabbed the small plate of food off the tray and placed it near her. "Eat," I said softly. "No one's gonna hurt you here."She didn't answer—just stared at the food like it might bite her back. But after a few seconds, she reached out again, picking at a corner of the bread. I sat down across from her, making sure I kept my body still.Then I tried again."What's your name?"She froze.Eyes wide. Fear creeping back in like I'd pulled a damn weapon on her.I cursed myself silently."I'm not trying to scare you," I said. "Just want to know what to call you."Her lips parted. I leaned in a little."They said it doesn't matter," she whispered.I frowned.

Damian – POVRiven's idea hit harder than I wanted to admit.And he was right.If we wanted to start pulling threads, we had to look at the alphas who already had blood on their hands — the ones who knew how to hide it. Not the loud rogues. The quiet, calculating motherfuckers with power, protection, and no conscience.I straightened behind my desk."Alright," I said, voice low but sharp. "We move. Quietly. Carefully. I don't want whispers getting out that we're onto something — not until we're ready to burn them down."The others turned toward me, listening."Lucas," I said first, "check your pack's archives. I want names of any alphas your council flagged in the last ten years. Deals that didn't go through. Unusual rogue traffic. Anything that felt off."He gave a silent nod."Riven — dig into the ones with known disciplinary actions from the council. If any of those packs had complaints filed against them by omegas or smaller-ranked wolves, I want to know."Riven cracked his knuckl

Kael – POV It'd been a few days since we brought her in. Every day I came back. Every day I sat in that damn hospital chair and said little things to her. Nothing big. Nothing that would scare her. Just enough to let her know I was there... and that I wasn't leaving. And today—finally—they let her out. She stood beside me now, her steps still hesitant, eyes flicking around like she expected to be dragged back at any second. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around herself, like she was holding her whole world together with nothing but shaking fingers. But she was out. And she was next to me. That was progress. "Hey," I said gently, keeping my voice low. "You good to keep walking?" She glanced up at me and gave the smallest nod. That little movement felt like a damn miracle. I opened the door to the SUV and stepped back to give her space. She didn't look at me this time, but she didn't flinch either. She got in. Again—progress. Damian met us at the house. He tried. I'll give

Kael – POVI didn't hear the front door shut.Didn't have to.I felt Damian's frustration the second he left—like a thundercloud snapping at the edge of the house.Didn't blame him. I'd be just as on edge if a pack like Trinity came sniffing around my border with questions.But right now, I had something else pulling at me.Someone else.I climbed the stairs slow, careful not to make too much noise. The last thing I wanted was to startle her again. Every small sound still had her flinching like it meant pain. Like she was waiting for the world to hit her before she could hit back.The hallway was dim, golden light spilling under her door.I tapped gently with the back of my knuckle. "Hey. Just me."No response.Didn't expect one.I opened the door anyway and peeked in.There she was—curled up on the bed, knees tucked to her chest, eyes wide open.Still not sleeping.I stepped in but didn't get too close, just leaned against the doorway like I had all the time in the world."You okay?"

Riven – POV The second Damian called and said Trinity pack members were at his damn border, I knew I was right. Something about Christ always reeked of filth. Arrogant. Slippery. Too smooth for someone with that much power and no accountability. I never liked that bastard. And now? If it turns out he had anything—anything—to do with what happened to her, to the omega that belongs to us... He's a dead man. No second chances. No trial. No mercy. Dead. I pushed harder on the gas, tearing down the road back toward Damian's territory. I didn't even wait for my enforcers to catch up. They could follow the scent of burnt rubber. My mind was spinning with everything I'd dug up over the past two days—quiet transfers of omegas between smaller packs, packs connected to Trinity. Payments moved under fake names. Files wiped. Reports closed without follow-up. Covered in red tape and rot. And somehow no one noticed. Or they chose not to. I don't trust easy—but now I trust even less.