Todos los capítulos de Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Author’s POVThe death of Tristan’s mother left him hollowed out from the inside. Sleep abandoned him, and when it did come, it brought memories he couldn’t escape—her voice, her face, the last words they never shared. He blamed himself relentlessly: for not being there to protect her, for choosing distance when pride and pain had once stood between them. What haunted him most was the thought that she had died believing he hated her. The truth was far crueler—he had forgiven her long ago, and he had never stopped loving her. His chest tightened every time he thought of it, the unspoken words pressing like a weight against his ribs. If only she had known. But death did not bargain, and regret came too late.Now she was gone, and no apology or confession could reach her.Tristan was alpha, and the pack needed him. The city lay in ruins, lives shattered alongside stone and timber, and he understood that grief—especially his—could not be allowed to rule him, at least not where others coul

Rose’s POV“What did you say? My father is dead?" I asked, the words barely making it past my throat as heat burned behind my eyes.“Oh. You didn’t know." Arman’s voice dipped, losing some of its edge. “Yes, he is dead."The confirmation struck deep, sharp and unforgiving, like a blade driven straight into my chest.Tears slipped free before I could stop them, blurring my sight. I had suspected it—felt it in the silence, in the way no message ever came—but I had clung to the fragile hope that he had survived the war, that fate had spared him, that one day I would see him again.“How did he die?" My voice trembled as it left me. “Did you kill him, or was it your father, or one of your brothers? Answer me!" I demanded, the grief curdling into something hotter, angrier.“You really think I am that evil?" Arman shot back. “Your father didn’t meet his end by my hand, nor by my brothers’, nor my father’s." He paused, letting the moment stretch. “Your father was killed by his beta—Marcel and

Rose’s POVLearning that my father was dead hurt in a way I couldn’t properly explain. Memories kept surfacing without warning—his voice, his stern looks, the way he used to stand between me and the world. Since my mother died when I was very little, he had been everything to me. Father. Mother. Protector. I spent most of my life thinking he was too strict, too controlling, always stopping me from exploring, from having fun. Only now did I truly understand that it had been his way of loving me—of shielding me from a world he knew was cruel.And now he was gone.What unsettled me most was not just the pain, but how contained it felt. I cried, yes—but only for a few hours. That thought haunted me. He deserved more than that. After all he had given me, after every sacrifice he made, only a handful of tears? It felt wrong. Unfair. I wondered if that made me an ungrateful daughter. But maybe my body had simply seen too much horror in too little time. Maybe grief had exhausted itself in me,

Author’s POV “We really messed up,” Roshan said quietly, his voice stripped of its usual edge. His gaze dropped to the floor. “I wish I could turn back time. I should’ve helped you.”“The past can’t be changed,” Kavian replied evenly. “It’s gone.” He looked from one brother to the next, his expression steady but intense. “What we have is now—and the future.” His eyes held theirs, unblinking. “If her life is in danger again, would you help her—no matter who stands against her?”“I will,” his brothers answered together, the unity in their voices firm enough to ease the tightness in Kavian’s chest. A small smile broke through his guarded expression.“Good,” Kavian said. He turned and walked toward the door, then paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “In the meantime, though, I think a sincere apology would go a long way in softening her heart.”With that, he left the room, the weight of what had been decided lingering behind him....★Tristan and Laura lay there in the open space, na

Author's POV Taking their seats in the council room, the weight of the moment settled quietly around them. Marcel leaned back slightly before speaking, his voice steady, deliberate.“Like I said earlier, I am very pleased that you and my daughter have chosen each other as mates. This union is exactly what this city needs in these very trialing times. No doubt everyone is looking forward to the wedding, like a ray of sunshine after a stormy night. Finally, the city will be one… well, almost.”“Almost?” Tristan echoed just as the servants entered, placing food and drinks neatly on the table.“Yes,” Marcel replied. He paused, waiting until the servants bowed and quietly withdrew before continuing. “Have you, by any chance, visited the Nightshade Wolves’ pack territory?”“No, I haven’t,” Tristan said, reaching for his drink. “But I do hear reports from my men that it’s not in the best condition.”Marcel let out a slow breath. “Your men were being polite. The truth is, the place is a hell