All Chapters of Mated to four: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christ – POV I walked down the dim corridor with a smug bounce in my step, the sound of chains rattling behind me as my men dragged Riven and his oh-so-loyal warriors like dogs on leashes. One of them let out a growl—Riven, of course. Predictable bastard. I didn’t even glance back. Just kept moving. The air was thick with sweat and defiance, the kind that clung to your tongue like grit. The walls here were damp, every footstep echoing like a drumbeat, a reminder of just how far below the surface we were. I liked it down here—cold, dark, hopeless. Let them burn their fury in the dark. Let them stew in it until it rotted them from the inside out. As we reached the holding level, I slowed my pace and turned the corner, just in time to catch the sight of my little masterpiece. Damian. Unconscious. Laid out cold on the floor of the cell like a broken toy, right where he belonged. One arm bent at an odd angle, blood dried in a dark smear across his temple. I grinned and clapped my

Kael – POV I should’ve known something was off. Damian should’ve given the signal by now. Too much time had passed. I scanned the tree line, the damp night air pressing in like it wanted to smother me. Every rustle of leaves set my teeth on edge. I turned to one of the men. “Shift. Find Riven. Now.” He nodded, shifted, and darted into the trees like a streak of shadow. But he never came back. Minutes bled into an hour. Then another. The silence got heavier. I knew. Something was wrong. Then came the rustling—low, deliberate. Growls, deep and feral, threading through the dark. Too many footsteps. Too many heartbeats. Before we could even react, they poured out of the trees. Christ’s wolves. They didn’t speak. Didn’t give us a chance to explain. Didn’t matter—they weren’t here to talk. The first one lunged, and I met him halfway, fist to jaw. Got two of them down before they swarmed. One slammed my head into a tree so hard my ears rang. Another drove his fist into

Lira – POV I knew walking through the gates of Trinity would mess with my head—but I didn’t expect the full-body tremble that wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t just nerves; it was that old, ugly fear crawling back under my skin, the kind that never really dies. Damian stayed steady beside me, his voice low and calm, a tether in the middle of the storm. Every step toward the dining hall felt like a countdown, but I stuck to the plan. Head down. Neutral expression. Smile when needed. Pretend I belonged here. But inside? I was shaking so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Christ didn’t stop watching me. Not once. That smile of his wasn’t friendly—it was the slow curl of a snake about to strike. Even with my bleached hair, the scent blocker, the hours of work to erase myself… it didn’t matter. His gaze cut right through every layer of disguise. Still, I didn’t give him more than a flicker of attention. I let my eyes pass over him like he was just another face. But I could feel him. Huntin

Kael – POV Something was off. The cell stank of damp stone and old blood, every breath scraping against my ribs like sandpaper. I sat hunched in the corner, cradling my side, each inhale a reminder of the beating I’d taken. My vision swam in and out, but even through the haze, a single thought kept gnawing at me. Something was missing. Then it hit. “Where the fuck is Lucas?” Riven stirred beside me, groaning as he pushed himself upright. He had a gash above his temple, blood drying in a slow trail down his cheek. “What?” “Lucas,” I snapped, forcing myself to my feet. My knees shook, but I ignored the flare of pain in my ribs. “He’s not here.” Riven’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. “Shit.” We both turned toward Damian. He was still out cold, slumped against the wall like a puppet with its strings cut. “He was with me when the ambush hit,” I said, my mind working overtime. “I saw him—he was right there. Then he stepped back, said he was doubling back.” “And he never got caugh

Christ – POV Fascinating. I leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, letting the cold concrete press into my back as I watched the scene unfold with something close to awe. The serum was working. Lira’s body arched and writhed on the table like a flame had been lit beneath her skin, every muscle fighting a battle she couldn’t possibly win. Sweat slicked her temples and collarbone, glinting under the harsh overhead light. Her breath came in those sweet, desperate little pants that told me the heat had sunk its claws in deep. Right on time. But it wasn’t her that had me transfixed. It was Lucas. He wasn’t foaming at the mouth, snapping his teeth like some half-mad beast, the way most alphas would by now. No—he was doing something far more interesting. He was resisting. His entire body trembled against the restraints, cords of muscle standing out along his forearms and neck. His jaw was locked so tight I could hear the faint grind of his teeth. His eyes—wild, dilated, and blac