All Chapters of Mated to four: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lira pov The second he broke that last restraint, I knew. Knew he was done fighting it. Knew I wasn't alone in this heat. His eyes locked on me like he couldn't see anything else. Like I was the only fucking thing keeping him breathing. And God, that look—pure alpha hunger, wild and raw—it should've scared me. But it didn't. I wanted it. I wanted him. "Lucas..." I breathed out, my voice shaky, my whole body burning. "Please." He was on me in seconds. The table beneath me was cold. I wasn't. I was heat and sweat and need, aching so deep I thought I might scream. His hand wrapped around my thigh, firm, grounding, and when his body pressed between mine, I moaned—loud, needy, broken. "You're burning up," he growled, like it physically hurt him to see me like this. "I need you," I gasped. "It won't stop unless—" "I know," he cut me off, voice low, guttural. His hand slid up my side, across the curve of my breast, slow and rough like he was memorizing every inch. "I've got you

Lucas's POV She was fire beneath me—moaning, writhing, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. And maybe I was. But even as I moved inside her—driven by instinct, by heat, by the fucking need to claim her—my mind stayed locked on that bastard watching us like this was his personal show. Christ. Smirking. He thought he had us. Thought I was too far gone, too lost in the rut, too consumed by her to see past the sex. He didn't realize I could want her and still want his blood just as much. And Lira... God, Lira. She wasn't just enduring this. She was playing him. The second I saw the glint of silver between her lips, something in me snapped—not with panic, but pride. Smart little omega. My omega. I leaned in close, burying my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin like a lover—but every word I spoke was laced with a blade. "You still got it?" I whispered, voice low, rough with lust and fury. "The scalpel?" She whimpered a soft, "

Riven's POV I could smell the blood before we even hit the hallway. Thick. Metallic. Fresh. Too much of it. My body went cold and tight as I shoved open the last door, Damian and Kael just behind me, all of us still limping, still bleeding from the beating we took from Christ's men. But nothing—and I mean nothing—prepared me for what we walked into. The room was wrecked. Blood smeared across the floor. Equipment knocked over. Metal trays scattered like someone had ripped through the place with a fucking storm. And in the middle of it— Lucas. Kneeling over Christ's motionless body. Hands soaked in red. Breathing like a fucking beast. And Lira. She stood beside him, barefoot on the blood-covered floor, her body trembling, sweat sticking her hair to her face. Dried blood along her arms. One hand still clutching a scalpel. Her eyes snapped to me the second we entered, wide and full of heat and adrenaline and something... wild. She looked like she had crawled through hell.

Kael POV Her whimper shattered me. It fucking shattered me. I dropped to my knees, the motion so fast my balance almost gave out. Crawling closer to the edge of the nest, I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, so loud it felt like it bounced off the damn walls. My palms pressed into the blankets, every muscle locked tight to keep me from reaching for her. “Sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice nothing but a ragged scrape of need. “Look at us.” She didn’t move. Didn’t lift her head. She stayed curled in on herself, trembling, her breaths coming in these short, desperate gasps that made my chest ache. The scent of her heat was everywhere—woven into the nest, soaked into our skin, lodged deep in my throat until I could taste it. My wolf was pacing inside me, furious at my restraint, claws dragging at my insides, telling me to move. But I stayed still. We all did. “None of us will touch you unless you want us to,” I told her, slow and deliberate, each word heavy enough to

Damian pov I didn't know what I expected. Hell, maybe for her to collapse into a puddle of heat-drunk bliss, knotted and satisfied in the arms of the alpha she'd chosen. That would've made sense. That's what I was bracing for—what we were all bracing for. But then something changed. Riven was still locked to her, his chest pressed to her back, his arm wrapped around her waist like a protective chain. She should've been spent. Her body had taken everything he had and more. And yet— She moved. Slow. Careful. Like each motion required thought. Like instinct was guiding her through something ancient. "What the fuck..." I muttered under my breath. Kael shifted beside me, eyes narrowing. Lucas stood like a statue. None of us made a sound. Lira placed her hands against the nest, pressing herself upward with shaky arms, teeth digging into her lower lip. Her thighs trembled. Riven murmured something low in her ear—too quiet for any of us to hear—but it seemed to give her the strength