Todos los capítulos de Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Rose’s pov Damian’s hand moved and cupped one of my breasts, and revulsion rippled through me.“So tender,” he murmured, giving it an extra, deliberate squeeze that made my stomach twist. I forced my face to stay still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.“I promise to give you better sex than your four mates ever could. You’ll be smiling to your grave… literally.”His words slithered over my skin, foul and mocking.Disgust and fury ignited inside me so sharply I didn’t hesitate—I spat in his face.“You disgust me,” I said through heavy breaths.He wiped the spit off with two fingers… and then licked it.“Delicious,” he sighed, eyes gleaming with something twisted. “I planned to make you enjoy this experience. But now? I’ll make it a nightmare.”“I’m not scared of you,” I shot back, though my heart hammered violently. “My mates will have your head if you touch me.”I hoped—desperately—that the threat would at least slow him down.“Get her to that table,” he ordered c

Rose’s POV“There was nothing we could have done. And your aunty would have still been alive if you and Kavian hadn’t acted silly by running away,” Arman said.For a moment, I just stared at him—stunned. He was actually trying to shift the blame onto me.“Really? Are you seriously blaming me for my aunty’s death?”The words tore out of me, sharp with both anger and hurt.“No—of course I’m not blaming you.” He exhaled, frustrated. “I’m just saying… we all made mistakes. Rash decisions that cost all of us dearly. But we can still make things right. Let’s end the fighting. Come with us.”He stretched out his hand toward me.“And if I refuse?” I asked quietly. “Am I allowed my choice?”They exchanged a glance—one of those silent conversations that told me everything.“Please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be,” Arman said.I shook my head slowly, the answer burning through me.“I thought as much,” I muttered under my breath before lifting my chin.“I will go with you—but

Author's POV Kavian waited until the escort reached a narrow stretch of road where the mountain rose sharply on one side and the forest dipped away on the other. It was a natural choke point—rocky, unstable, and already scarred with cracks from years of erosion. He crouched low among the boulders above the path, hands pressing into the cold stone, feeling the faint vibrations of boots and hooves passing below.He worked fast but carefully. One stone loosened another. Pebbles trickled down first, tapping softly against rock—harmless sounds, easy to miss. Then he drove his shoulder into a larger slab wedged precariously at the edge. It resisted for a breath, groaning under the pressure, before giving way.The mountain answered.The first boulder broke free with a thunderous crack, slamming into the slope below. That was all it took. Rocks began to tumble in rapid succession, bouncing and colliding, the sound swelling into a deafening roar. Dust exploded into the air, thick and blinding

Tristan’s POVThe small wooden boat finally came to a stop, and I jumped into the shallow water, the early rising sun stretching long shadows across the cold surface. It bit at my legs as I waded toward dry land, each step heavy, unsteady—like a defeated man who had lost everything.My mind kept dragging me back to that moment. Rose turning away. Choosing to go back to Kavian, back into danger, instead of taking my hand and stepping into the boat. I had called out to her. Again and again. She never turned. Now she was gone—gone in a way that felt final, absolute.Will I ever see her again?The thought hollowed me out. I pictured her surrounded by her mates, by their father, and my chest tightened until it hurt. What would they do to her? The not knowing clawed at me, relentless, driving me close to madness.Why did she have to do something so foolish—going back when she was that close to escaping? I had promised her, promised Kavian and her father, that I would keep her safe. And now

Author’s POV“My parents?” Tristan straightened, turning to face the adults around him. “My parents—where are they?” The words came fast, edged with panic he could no longer hide.“Please, come with me, Alpha,” the man said quietly.Tristan followed.They entered one of the few buildings still standing, its walls cracked but stubbornly upright. Inside, survivors huddled together—familiar faces streaked with soot and grief. Some recognized him and murmured greetings, but Tristan barely heard them. His eyes searched desperately, passing over each face until—Relief hit him like a blow when he spotted his father seated in a corner.“Father!” Tristan crossed the room in a rush and pulled the older man into a tight embrace, holding him as though letting go might make him disappear. Gratitude surged through him—his father was alive. Yet even as the hug lingered, something felt wrong. His father remained stiff, arms unmoving, offering no return.Tristan pulled back, confusion flickering acro