All Chapters of Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kavian's POVAfter leaving our mate’s pack, my brothers and I returned to the camp where our father and his battalion were stationed. The night air was cold and dry, heavy with the scent of steel, smoke, and pine. Flames from scattered torches flickered against the tents, painting everything in restless shadows.My brothers had wanted to bring Rose back with us, but I’d managed to convince them otherwise. She was safer in her own pack for now—at least until we left this place and returned home across the ocean, to Varshan Hold. I told them that a battlefield camp was no place for a lady, especially not ours. Thankfully, Arman had agreed, backing me up before the others could protest.It sounded noble, maybe even selfless. But the truth was far from it. Beneath the logic, there was something darker, something selfish. I knew that if Rose came back with us, there was no way my brothers wouldn’t try to claim her fully—and I wasn’t ready to see that. I still couldn’t come to terms with th

Rose's POVIn a single, fluid motion Kavian lunged. His claws—long, pale slashes gleaming—reached for Damian’s throat, missing by the tiniest fraction. I saw the flash of horror cross Damian’s face; he had never looked so exposed, so suddenly mortal. For a heartbeat every muscle in me tensed, certain the strike would land.Kavian didn’t relent. He lashed out with the other hand as if fate itself intended the second blow to connect. The crowd around us held its collective breath—warriors frozen mid-step, horses snorting uneasily—when a man from Damian’s guard threw himself into the path of the claw. The impact was sickening; the man crumpled where he stood, life ending in a single, brutal instant. The rest of Damian’s men surged, shields raised and blades drawn, forming a moving wall between their leader and the carnage.They came at Kavian in a blur of metal. One of them spun toward me, and my instincts kicked in; I shifted, hand going for the hilt at my side. But Kavian was faster. H

Kavian's POVAlpha Damian came at me with his sword swinging deadly at me but I dodged it in time, the blade whooshing past my cheek and throwing dust into my eyes. I lunged for his chest with my claws, hoping to end this fast by ripping out his heart — the thought was cold, clean, necessary — but he surprised me, parrying my hand-swipe just in the nick of time and answering with a brutal, unexpected counter: his clawed hand slammed into my face and sent me staggering backwards.For a second everything slowed. The world narrowed to the sting on my skin and the sudden, hot taste of iron. I was honestly stunned — no one had landed a solid hit on me in a long while, and I hadn't expected it would be him. Something warm rolled down the side of my face; I brought my hand up and wiped it, grimacing when I saw it was my blood, bright and sticky on my fingers.“I told you this would be different from the last time,” Damian said, lips curving into a sly, dangerous smile. My jaw tightened.I mo

Kavian’s POV It’s been three days now, and Rose still hasn’t woken up. Each passing hour gnaws at me, feeding a cold dread that she may never open her eyes again. Even my brothers—who had been previously optimistic that she would recover—now wear worry on their faces. The healers have run out of explanations; their confusion only deepens my fear.The only slight comfort is that her body is no longer cold—her skin has slowly regained its warmth, like embers faintly glowing under ash—but what use is that warmth if she never wakes?When I walked into her room, I found Shirin standing beside her bed, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes heavy with concern.“How is she?” I asked quietly.“I can’t say if she’s improving or not,” he said, his voice laced with defeat before turning to me. “Don’t you think the healers in Varshan Hold could provide a better solution?” His tone carried a flicker of hope.I could see his point. Varshan Hold—our home city—was far more advanced

Rose’s POVIt felt like every pair of eyes in the room was on me as I ate. And yeah—I was right. The moment I lifted my head, I caught them all staring at me, the same way one might stare at a lost puppy finally finding its way home.“What?” I asked, raising a brow.They all quickly shook their heads, mumbling a collective, “Nothing,” before pretending to focus on their food again. But I still caught them sneaking glances at me between bites.I shook my head with a small smile tugging at my lips. Honestly, I couldn’t even blame them. From what I’d been told, I was unconscious for five whole days. I couldn’t begin to imagine what must have been going through their minds during that time. Maybe they thought I’d never wake up again. That thought alone sent a chill through me.I glanced around the table—my father, my aunt Vivian, my best friend Laura, and my mate, Kavian. Seeing their faces filled with relief and warmth made my chest tighten. If it were any of them lying in that bed, I’d