All Chapters of Mated to four: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KAEL – POV
I lost count of how many times I’ve knotted her.
Days blurred together, and still, her scent poured through the room like wildfire—sweet, thick, addictive. Whatever the hell Christ injected her with wasn’t letting up. And I wasn’t leaving her side. Not for a damn second.
She needed me.
And I needed her like I needed air.
Lira lay curled in what was left of the nest she built sheets tangled, pillows everywhere, the faint scent of musk still clinging to her skin from both of our body 
Her body trembled, bare and glistening with sweat, begging for me even in her sleep.
I crawled in behind her, pressing my chest to her back, my hand sliding low, slow, until she whimpered.
“Kael,” she moaned, soft and broken. “It’s happening again…”
“I know, baby,” I whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you. Always.”
Her thighs parted instinctively, and I slid between them like I’d done a hundred times before. She was soaked—gods, she was always soaked now—and my length throbbed just from brushi

KAEL – POV
The sound of tires crunching gravel made my head snap up.
They were back.
I stepped off the porch, my shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess, and I knew I looked like hell. Because I felt like hell. Between barely sleeping and keeping Lira from burning herself alive with her damn heat, I was hanging by a fucking thread.
The SUV door slammed, and the first thing I saw was Christ being dragged out, still in cuffs, still bleeding, still fucking breathing.
Disappointment.
Riven and Lucas flanked him, each holding an arm like they were dragging out a sack of trash. Damian followed last, slamming the trunk shut with enough force to rattle the whole damn vehicle.
Christ was mumbling something, eyes wide and panicked, legs barely working under him.
“Shut up,” Riven growled, yanking him forward so hard the bastard nearly face-planted in the dirt.
They came to a stop in front of me, and Lucas tilted his head. “How’s she holding up?”
I let out a long, tired sigh and rubbed a hand down my fa

Riven pov


I glanced at the others.
Kael’s jaw was tight. Blood on his knuckles. Breathing heavy like he was barely keeping the animal inside him on a leash.
Lucas stood dead still, but his eyes—those cold, sharp eyes—were locked on Christ like he was already planning where to start cutting.
Damian hadn’t said a word since we brought the bastard out. But his silence was louder than anything. His eyes were dead, detached. And that was the scariest part. Damian didn’t kill for fun. He killed because it was necessary. And right now?
This was necessary.
I dragged my tongue over my teeth, then looked down at Christ still twitching in the dirt.
Fucker was whimpering now.
Good.
“You boys ready for this?” I asked, cracking my neck, my voice low and electric with rage.
Kael answered by shifting.
Bones snapped. Muscles stretched. His claws tore through skin, dripping with anticipation. Not a full shift—just enough to tear someone apart.
Lucas pulled out a blade. Not his usual silver. No, this

Lira POV
The blood on their hands didn’t scare me.
It never could.
Not when I knew who it belonged to.
Not when it was his.
Christ.
The bastard who haunted my nightmares. Who used my body like it was a thing to sell, to break, to own.
Now his blood was on their skin.
My alphas did that.
They didn’t just kill him.
They tore him apart.
I saw it in their eyes when they came back—Kael’s tired jaw clenched, Riven’s knuckles still twitching, Damian too quiet, and Lucas… Lucas wouldn’t even look at me at first. Like what they’d done for me still wasn’t enough.
But it was.
It was everything.
I wanted to fall to my knees and cry from the release of it all, but my body didn’t give me the chance.
The moment I stepped inside, the scent of them hit me like a punch to the gut. Leather. Smoke. Blood. Alpha.
My knees buckled slightly as the burn in my belly roared back to life, hotter and deeper than before.
Kael moved first. “Lira—”
“I’m fine,” I lied. My whole body was pulsing, aching, begging.
I t

Bonus Chapter – Genesis of Control (Christ’s POV)
The air in the room was stale—too many bodies packed into the old meeting hall, all of them omegas. Eyes wide. Shoulders hunched. Silent.
Good. Fear meant control. Control meant obedience.
I stood at the front, arms folded behind my back, letting the silence hang like a noose. My men flanked the walls, weapons visible. I didn’t need them to speak—their presence did the job well enough.
“These are the rules,” I began, voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “You’ll eat when we tell you to. Sleep where we say. Speak only if spoken to.”
A murmur rippled through the group. One dared to raise a trembling hand.
“What… what is this place?” she asked.
I smiled.
“This is the beginning of your purpose.”
Some of them still had hope in their eyes—still thought they were here for safety. That maybe their Alpha sent them here because they were special. They were half-right.
They were special.
Valuable. Fertile. Breedable.
I turned to one of my