Todos os capítulos de Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Rose’s POVKavian’s voice was low, almost a rumble, as if the weight of his words had been sitting in his chest for years. “First you must know where I am from. My brothers and I come from a place called Varshan Hold—across the ocean, in the district of Persia. My father is the Alpha of our pack, the Silvercrest Pack—the largest in the Middle East.”I found myself leaning forward without realizing it, drawn in not only by the cadence of his voice but by the way his mismatched eyes—one green like sunlit moss, the other blue like a winter sea—seemed to shift with every flicker of candlelight spilling from the hearth. He spoke of his homeland and it felt far away yet alive in his tone; a place of endless dunes, salt winds off a restless ocean, and the heavy scent of spice markets.He drew a breath, shoulders tightening, then went on. “For the last decade, my brothers and I have been on a mission—a mission to find a cure for my mother. She fell ill ten years ago, stricken by something no

Author’s POV“Are you ready?” Vivian’s voice carried over the rush of water below, steady but edged with something like worry.Rose stood at the very edge of the cliff, the jagged stone cold beneath her bare feet, wind whipping her hair back like a dark banner. Her eyes flicked down to the churning river below, the current a golden coil of power glinting under the morning sun. Her wrists and ankles were bound with coarse ropes, the fibers biting into her skin each time she shifted. She swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the mist rising from the water.“One minute,” she managed, her voice barely audible over the wind. Her heart was thundering so loudly she wondered if her aunt could hear it.She had every reason to be nervous. With her hands and feet tied, she would be at the river’s mercy the instant she hit the water. If the current didn’t kill her, her own panic would. Vivian’s theory was bold—reckless even. She believed Rose’s wolf wouldn’t allow her to die; that it would awake

Rose’s POVI didn’t know for how long I had been drifting in that strange darkness, but when I finally surfaced back into consciousness, the muffled voices around me sharpened into an argument. My father’s voice—deep, edged with fury—filled the room. My eyes fluttered open, vision hazy, and I realized I was lying in my own bed, the morning sunlight spilling through the window, painting warm streaks across the wooden floor. The air was tense, heavy with something more than just words.“You said you took her where?” my father’s voice thundered, the Alpha in him resonating with raw command.“To the woods, she needed help to wake her wolf,” Aunt Vivian admitted, her voice calm but firm, as though bracing herself.My father’s tone grew sharper, like a blade drawn from its sheath. “What?! Don’t tell me you filled her head with that Luvenya Trial nonsense. You know those are just myths, fabricated to keep desperate pups dreaming.”My aunt refused to flinch. “You’re wrong. We did it—and it—”

Rose’s POVI was still reeling from the revelation—Kavian was my mate. My mate. The words pulsed through me like a heartbeat, almost too overwhelming to contain. Just his scent alone was enough to stir something wild and unexplainable in me. It coiled low in my stomach, spreading warmth through every vein, a craving I didn’t even know how to fight.My father had looked at me with pride, my aunt’s eyes had shone with joy, and even the crowd of pack members had shared in the celebration, their smiles bright and approving. For once in my life, I felt seen, felt chosen, felt like something inside me finally made sense.And then… Tristan appeared.My chest had swelled at first, relieved to see my best friend, but that relief cracked the moment my aunt’s voice rang out, cheerfully announcing the truth to him. His face—oh, Goddess, I would never forget it. His expression collapsed in on itself, the light dimming from his eyes, replaced with something raw and jagged. Hurt. Deep, soul-cutting

Rose’s POVThe look in his eyes when I spoke those words was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was primal—hungry. Like a beast staring down its favorite prey, only in this case, I was the prey. And yet instead of fear, all I felt was heat curling in the pit of my stomach.“You do not mean that,” he said, his voice strained, rough around the edges. But the way his eyes locked on mine betrayed him—he was desperate for me to contradict him, to give him the excuse he needed to finally lose control.If I had any sense, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have eased his torment and pulled back. I would have said no. But reason had abandoned me. I wanted him—badly. And I couldn’t blame it on the mate bond, not entirely. The truth was bitter and sweet all at once: even before I knew he was my mate, even when he and his three brothers had tricked me into believing they were one, my heart, my body, had wanted him. Always him.“I do,” I whispered, my voice trembling yet certain. “I