All Chapters of Mated to four: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damian – POV The second we stepped into the training yard, all movement stopped. Warriors froze mid-swing, mid-step—hell, mid-breath—as their eyes snapped to us. To her. I didn't waste time. "Eyes front," I barked. "Continue your drills. Now." Weapons clashed again. Feet hit the dirt. But I could still feel their curiosity burning against our backs. I turned toward the smallest figure in our group. "Now, sweetheart," I said, softening my tone for her, "one of us is going to train you. Your choice." Before the words even settled in the air, Riven took one step to the side and held up both hands. "Keep me out of this." But before she could second guess herself—before any of us could process it—she pointed at him. Riven. Everyone tensed. Even Kael's jaw ticked. But Riven? The asshole smirked. "You sure about that, cupcake?" he asked, cocking his head. "Because I'm not gonna go easy on you just because you're my mate or because you've had a shitty past." She didn't flinch.

Lucas – POV Watching her with Riven did something to me. Not in the way I expected—not just anger or protectiveness. It scared the hell out of me. Because she was still healing. Still fragile in ways none of us fully understood, even if she didn’t want us to see it. But damn… I was proud too. She didn’t back down. Not once. Even when Riven threw her harder than I thought necessary, she just got up. Over and over. Sweat dripping into her eyes, breath coming in harsh bursts, shoulders trembling—but she never quit. It wasn’t just stubbornness. It was survival, wrapped in something sharper. Clearly, I’d missed more than a few things while I was gone. But I was here now. And I’d be damned if I didn’t make every second count. She was ours. Not just mine, not just theirs—ours. And I needed her to know me—to trust me. Not because fate said so. But because I’d earn it, piece by piece. I caught Damian and Kael beside me, both locked in, eyes never leaving her. Kael’s wolf was rest

RIVEN — POV Blood in the air. God, I fucking missed this. The second we hit the northern line, my claws were out and my wolf was pacing just under the surface, teeth bared, hungry for chaos. Every nerve in my body was lit, my senses screaming awake in the way they only did when blood was close. Two patrol guards up ahead—sloppy posture, lazy eyes, the stench of overconfidence rolling off them. I almost felt bad for them. Almost. I lunged first. One went down before he even saw me coming, throat crushed beneath my boot, his last breath a wet rattle. The other fumbled for his radio, desperation flickering in his gaze—too slow. Kane, one of mine, was on him in an instant, his claws ripping through flesh and bone with a snap that echoed through the trees. I rolled my shoulder, loosening the tension in my muscles, feeling the ache in my knuckles like an old friend. “Keep moving,” I growled, my voice low, sharp enough to cut. This wasn’t playtime. Not yet. But fuck, did it feel g

Christ – POV The moment my phone rang and Damian’s name flashed across the screen, I knew something was off. That prick never called unless he wanted something. He wasn’t the drop-by-for-a-drink type, and he sure as hell didn’t do “friendly check-ins.” If Damian was calling me, it meant there was a purpose behind it — something layered, hidden, dangerous. Still, I answered with the smoothest voice I could muster. “Damian,” I drawled, leaning back in my chair like I had all the time in the world. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He got straight to the point — cold and clipped like always. Said he was planning a little visit to Trinity. Wanted to talk, catch up. Some friendly bullshit. But then he added something that made my ears perk. “I’ll be bringing a guest.” A guest? My brows lifted as I leaned forward, suddenly interested. “Oh?” I asked, careful not to sound too curious. “And who might that be?” “She’s not important,” he said. “Just someone I want with me.” Liar. Nobo

Damian – POVThe second we stepped inside Christ’s house, I could feel it—that quiet, coiled tension hiding behind all his polished floors and fake-ass hospitality. The scent of lies was thicker than the cologne he bathed in, coating every damn inch of the place.The bastard had gone all out—gold trim on the walls, fresh flowers on the table, the whole look-at-me-I’m-important display. But underneath? I could feel the rot.He gestured for us to follow him, smiling like we were old friends. Smooth words, easy tone. But his eyes… his eyes kept drifting to Lira. Not in the usual way men looked at her—this wasn’t hunger. This was recognition. Like something about her was scratching at the back of his thick skull.I stepped just a fraction closer to her, letting my presence bleed into the space between us. A silent warning. One wrong move and I’ll rip your damn throat out.Once we were settled in the main room, I didn’t waste time. No small talk. No pleasantries.“So,” I said, my voice cal