Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Rose's POV Kavian glanced at me as if he could read the panic carved on my face. For a second there was something soft in his eyes—an almost-smile, small and private—and I felt something like steadiness settle under my ribs. He didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t need to. The look told me he had more control than he let show.Then, suddenly, he moved that control into action. He stepped off the line of a blade that had forgotten his throat and, in the same breath, his elbow came up in a motion that looked too small to mean anything. It wasn’t flashy. It was a single, clean arc of bone against bone. The sound it made was not dramatic—the soft impact of bone on ribs—but the effect was immediate and catastrophic. Damian’s knees folded as if someone had cut the supports from under him. He dropped toward one knee, a hiss of wind and pain escaping him, eyes wide and uncomprehending.For a beat there was only stunned noise—gasping, a chair scraping, a distant animal cry. Even some of Dam

Author's POVAlpha Damian’s return to Nightshade was the kind of entrance that makes the ground feel wrong beneath you — heavy, jagged, full of splinters. The carriage had hardly stopped when he strode from it, every line of his body taut with something like molten shame. The memory of the courtyard rode his skin: a man brought to his knees, the sting of blood in his mouth, the unbearable humiliation of being bested — and worst of all, being spared only because Rose, the woman he wanted, had pleaded. The thought of her voice begging for his life lodged in him like a splinter that would not be removed.He had been overthrown by a man who, on paper, should not have overthrown him. Kavian — not a mountain of muscle, not the obvious juggernaut — had moved against him with a calmness that cut Damian more deeply than a blade. And when Kavian had said the terms, when Damian, stripped of pride and glaring with raw fury, answered with a single, humbling “Yes,” the shame sank in so deep it felt

Rose’s POVI sat by the window, my chin propped against my hand as my eyes wandered across the night sky. The stars glittered like tiny scattered diamonds, and the pale half-moon hung low, casting a soft silver glow over the pack grounds. It was beautiful, serene… and yet my chest ached. My thoughts refused to linger on the stars or the quiet night—they kept circling back to Kavian.It hadn’t even been twenty minutes since he left, and already I missed him. It was ridiculous, really. But the way he carried himself, the calm in his voice, the way his mismatched eyes seemed to see right through me—those things clung to me, making the room feel emptier without him.I was so lost in that whirlpool of thought that the knock at my door startled me. My head snapped toward it. “Come in,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.The door creaked open, and Laura stepped inside, lingering hesitantly in the doorway as if she wasn’t sure she belonged here.“Hey,” she greeted, her tone careful.I s

Kavian’s POV“Nonsense!” Father’s voice boomed across the pavilion, catching the torchlight and throwing it back like a challenge. His hand swept toward the women at our sides as if he were unveiling trophies. “I know when something is bothering my boys. Are they to your satisfaction? If not, I’ll fetch you another.” The grin that split his face was all predatory charm and command.I forced a laugh that didn’t reach my eyes. “That won’t be necessary, Father.” The women were beautiful, the sort of beauty the camp was built to parade — silk-smooth skin, practiced smiles, bodies taught how to move for pleasure. Even if he could somehow conjure more women whose faces were carved from marble, it wouldn’t change anything. None of them were Rosemary.She was the only one who set something savage loose in me, something that scared me. It wasn’t a pleasant ache or a welcome hunger; it was an animal panic that tightened my chest and made the edges of the world tilt. I’d watched my brothers tell

Rose’s POV“No. He isn’t obligated to take me as his mate,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected. My hands curled in my lap, nails biting against my palms as I fought to keep calm. “You can’t punish a man for rendering help.”Ragnar’s eyes narrowed, a predator scenting weakness. “It wouldn’t be punishment if he wants you,” he argued, his tone heavy with implication.My jaw clenched. “Then let it be his choice. You don’t need to force him—or us—into being mates.”“You don’t understand.” Ragnar leaned forward, his voice like gravel, the impatience in it scraping against my skin. “Time is of the essence. We were on the brink of war. He stepped in, yes—but only to halt it, not end it. What happens if he disappears tomorrow? Who then will stop Damian? You know Damian is like a wounded lion now. Do you think he will lie still for long?”His words landed with uncomfortable weight. A part of me did see his point, but that didn’t dull the anger burning in my chest. Why was everything a calc