All Chapters of Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rose’s POVSleep had only just claimed me when a strange, thrilling warmth began to spread through my body. It felt like firelight moving across my skin — soft, teasing, alive. My breath hitched as the sensation deepened, becoming something more tangible. It was as if unseen hands were tracing every inch of me, brushing over my arms, my stomach, my legs… gentle yet commanding. And I felt what seem like lips planting wet kisses on the delicate parts of my skin. Not just one part of my body but almost every part at once!It was driving me wild and my heart began to race. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or awake, but whatever this was, it was intoxicating. The air in my room seemed to hum — charged, heavy with the mingled scent of pine, smoke, and something achingly familiar.When the touch and kisses along my stomach grew firmer, I opened my eyes. For a heartbeat, I thought I must still be dreaming — because there was Kavian, kneeling beside me, his lips trailing fire down my skin. His

Rose's POV Next came the rope climb. The sight of it made my stomach twist—a thick cord dangling from a tall wooden pole, high enough to make the fall painful. Wolves around me were already halfway up. The way they moved made it look so easy but I know that's not the case. This will be a real challenge.I swallowed hard as I stared at the rope.“Come on, Rose!” Sir Alex’s voice boomed across the field. “Show us what that new wolf of yours can do!”My hands trembled as I reached for the rope, but again, that heat—like embers glowing under my skin—flared stronger. My fingers gripped tighter, my muscles burning as I began to climb. One pull, then another. The rope bit into my palms, but I didn’t stop.Halfway up, I faltered—arms aching, breath shallow—but I heard my father’s voice again through the mind link, calm and steady.You’re doing well, child. Don’t stop now.His pride wrapped around me like armor. I gritted my teeth, pulling myself higher, ignoring the sting in my arms. The mom

Rose's POVFor a heartbeat, everything inside me went still, then chaos erupted beneath my skin. My pulse thundered as the scent grew stronger, sharper, mingling with faint traces of pine, rain, and something purely them. My wolf stirred eagerly, a low hum rising in my chest, urging me to move. I didn’t think—my body simply obeyed.I rushed toward the stairs, every step echoing through the quiet hall. My palms were slick with sweat, my breath shallow. As I reached the top of the staircase, I froze—because there he was.Kavian.He stood in the grand hall below, tall and commanding, his dark hair falling loosely over his forehead as he spoke with a few of the pack women. Even from this distance, his presence was magnetic, drawing every eye—and mine most of all. His voice carried faintly, smooth and deep, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.I could smell the others too—Arman’s crisp, earthy scent, Roshan’s stormy musk, and Shirin’s faint spice lingering in the air. They weren’t

Rose’s POV“Your mates?” Laura echoed, her voice cracking with disbelief. Her eyes were so wide they could have swallowed the world. Before I could respond, the heavy creak of the pack house door filled the silence, and my father stepped out, followed closely by his beta, Marcel.The moment my father’s gaze fell on the four identical men standing beside me, his entire expression froze—jaw tightening, brows furrowing. Marcel looked no less shocked, his usually calm composure faltering as he blinked between Kavian and the other three like his mind was struggling to piece together what he was seeing.“What in the goddess’s name is going on here?” Father demanded, his deep voice carrying authority that made even the wind still. His eyes darted from one brother to another, narrowing slightly as if trying to uncover an illusion. “Why do there appear to be four of him?”“Father,” I began carefully, trying to steady my breath. “These are Kavian’s brothers. They’re… quadruplets.”Gasps rippled

Kavian’s POVFor a moment, I was tempted to refuse. Because Laura and I had history—an unpleasant one.She was supposed to be Rose’s best friend, but after that night, I wasn’t sure what to think of her anymore. The memory played itself in my mind like a shadowed film, vivid and unwanted.That night, after I’d put an intoxicated Rose to bed, Laura made a move on me. Her tone was deceptively gentle at first—gratitude coated in sweetness—but I saw through it. I noticed the way her steps slowed deliberately, how her body angled toward mine, her eyes flicking to my lips.And then—she had tried to kiss me.It wasn’t a playful dare or a moment of drunken foolishness. It was calculated—premeditated. The air between us had thickened with her perfume, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in, whispering words she thought would tempt me. But all I had felt was disgust—icy, silent disgust that I hid behind a mask of calm.I’d stopped her easily, my hands on her shoulders, my expression unreadab