Semua Bab Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Rose’s POVWhen I stepped inside, I found him seated in his tall, imposing chair, the one carved with our pack's crest and polished to a shine. From a distance, he looked composed—relaxed even—but the truth was written in the tight line of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed restlessly on the armrest, and the hollowness in his eyes. He didn’t even notice I’d come in.“Father?” I called softly.His head lifted, and when his eyes met mine, a flicker of warmth cut through the strain in his expression. He smiled—tired, worn—but it was the kind of smile that held back more than it revealed. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“Rosemary,” he said, gesturing me closer. “Come. Do you have something to tell me?”I hesitated, then walked toward him slowly, each step weighed with what I had come to say. But before I could speak, I found myself asking something else.“Are you… alright?”His brows lifted, surprised by the question. For a heartbeat, he just looked at me, and I saw something shift

Rose's POVIt had been five days since I last saw Kavian—five long days since that night in the woods, when I warned him about my father and Alpha Damian. I hadn’t heard a word from him since, hadn’t caught even a shadow of him near the territory.And yet… he hadn’t really left me.Every night since, he haunted my dreams. Not always in blood and chaos like before. Not every dream ended with him bleeding out in my father’s hands or under Alpha Damian’s blade. Some were… different. Like the one I had last night.Forbidden. Sinful.The kind of dream that left my cheeks burning and my body curled around my pillow, desperate to erase the ghost of his touch from my skin. The kisses had felt so vivid—tender and hungry, as if he knew my heart better than I did. His hands had explored me like I was made of secrets he wanted to learn by heart.I woke with a gasp, tangled in my sheets, the room dim with the early glow of dawn. I sat upright, clutching the blanket to my chest and scanning my surr

Rose’s POV:When we returned to Tristan’s house, the guards were waiting—and they did not look pleased. The relief in their eyes was unmistakable, but it was strained, tangled with frustration and panic they hadn’t yet shaken off.“Where have you been, my lady? Are you alright? We’ve searched everywhere for you!” Adams, the elder of the two guards, stepped forward with a mix of sternness and concern thick in his voice.Guilt immediately twisted in my stomach. His worry wasn’t unwarranted. If anything had happened to me while they were off enjoying the feast, they would have paid the price for it—possibly with their lives. My father didn’t take chances with me.“She was in safe hands,” Tristan said calmly, stepping in front of me like a human shield. But I could see from the way the guards’ jaws clenched that he wasn’t exactly their favorite person at the moment. They weren’t stupid—they knew he had orchestrated the entire distraction to sneak me away into the city. If anything had gon

Author's POV The daylight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting shifting shadows across the forest floor. The woods were unnaturally quiet, as if even the birds and beasts held their breath out of respect—or fear. Alpha Stefan strode ahead, flanked by his most trusted warriors and his loyal beta, Marcel. Their steps slowed as they reached the clearing where it had happened—where six Nightshade wolves had been slaughtered like animals.The stench of blood, long dried and bitter in the air, still clung to the earth like a curse. Bodies—or what was left of them—were strewn haphazardly across the ground. Severed limbs, mangled torsos, heads twisted at impossible angles. The earth was stained blackish-red, and the surrounding foliage had begun to rot from the sheer violence of the scene.Even for hardened werewolves, it was difficult to stomach.Alpha Stefan’s jaw tightened, his eyes hardening as he surveyed the carnage. “What in the goddess’ name did this?” he muttered, voice

Rose's POVMy mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts—no, not thoughts. Burdens. Heavy, unwelcome weights sitting on my chest. Three of them in particular refused to leave me alone, no matter how much I tried to distract myself.First was the absurd and suffocating pressure the elders were placing on me—to choose a mate, to tie my life and future to someone simply for the sake of strengthening the pack. Like I was some bargaining chip in a political game. Their urgency wrapped around me like a noose, tightening with every breath I took.Second, and perhaps even more pressing, was my father’s current mission. He had begun summoning every female in the Crescent Moon Pack named Rose for questioning. He and Beta Marcel were taking their time, going one by one, trying to find out which “Rose” had been present that night in the woods—the night those six Nightshade Wolves were slaughtered. I knew it was only a matter of time. Eventually, there would be only one Rose left to question. Me.Th