All Chapters of Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Kavian's POV When I got to the pack house, everyone stared at me like they were looking at a ghost—wide eyes, stiff bodies, whispers dying in their throats—but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t acknowledge a single one of them. My feet carried me forward on instinct, urgency pounding through my veins like war drums.I took the stairs two at a time, my voice echoing through the halls as panic clawed up my chest.“Rose… Rosemary…”Her name tore out of me over and over as I moved through passageways, my heart hammering so violently it hurt. Servants bowed, guards straightened and greeted me, but their words blurred into nothing. None of them mattered. Only her did.“Rose…”I reached her door and shoved it open.Empty.The sight of her vacant room struck harder than any blade. The air felt wrong—too still, too quiet, as if it had been abandoned in a hurry. My chest tightened painfully, my breath stuttering as dread surged like poison through my blood.In my mind, every fear I had buried came

Rose's POV I could barely hold my head up, my body trembling where Shirin had eased me down beside the broken altar. Every breath scraped my chest like glass. My vision swam, but I forced my eyes to stay open because if I looked away—even for a heartbeat—I felt like something worse would happen.Arman, Roshan, and Shirin moved in front of me, forming a barrier between their father and us, while Kavian lay a few steps away, unmoving except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Blood stained his clothes, his scent weak and broken, and the sight of him like that sent a sharp, helpless ache straight through me.Armon attacked.He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t announce it. One moment he was standing there, calm and composed, and the next he was among them like a storm unleashed. His fist caught Arman across the face with a sickening crack, sending him skidding across the stone floor. Roshan lunged to intercept, claws slashing, but Armon twisted effortlessly and drove an elbow into Rosh

Rose's POV “I thought I would find you here," I said softly as I approached Kavian, where he sat alone, shoulders slumped, surrounded by silence and the weight of his own thoughts. The place felt heavy, like even the air knew better than to disturb him.He didn’t look up.“Is it over yet?” he asked quietly, his voice stripped bare, as if speaking any louder might crack something inside him.I moved closer and sat beside him, close enough to feel the tension radiating from his body.“No. Just the important part. He has been put into the ground,” I said. After a brief pause, I added, “I couldn’t stay for the whole ceremony…” I tried to lace the words with a hint of lightness, a fragile attempt at humor, but it fell flat between us. His expression didn’t change.“Yeah,” I continued gently, turning slightly toward him. “You know I’m here for you, right?”This time he looked at me.“I know,” he replied, then turned his gaze forward again, eyes fixed on nothing. “I know I did the right thi

Rose's POV In the pack clinic, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. The pack doctor and nurses moved quickly, their hands efficient but careful, preparing for the delivery. My body trembled with each contraction, sweat prickling my skin, muscles straining, and my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.“Everyone else, please leave the delivery room,” the doctor instructed firmly.“I’m not leaving my mate,” Kavian said, his voice low, steady, but carrying the weight of absolute authority. His gaze locked on me, unwavering, and I felt a surge of strength just from seeing him there.The other three—Arman, Roshan, and Shirin—didn’t need to speak. Their presence said it all. They were not leaving my side, no matter what. The doctor froze, realizing that angering all four alphas at once was a dangerous choice, and quietly stepped back.With my mates surrounding me, the labor began in earnest. Pain and determination collided as I pushed, each wave leaving me breathless and tremblin

Author's POV It had been more than eight years since the devastating war that reduced Ashwood City to smoke, rubble, and mourning cries. Eight years since the sky had burned red and the streets had run with fear. Back then, the air had carried the scent of ash and loss. Homes had crumbled. Families had shattered.Now, the same streets shimmered beneath golden sunlight.Ashwood had not only risen from its ruins—it had transformed. Towers stood taller than before. Market squares bustled with merchants and laughter. Children chased one another across polished stone paths that once lay cracked and blackened. Lanterns hung from archways at night, casting a warm glow over a city that refused to remain broken.Under the rule of two Alphas, the city flourished.Alpha Tristan of the Moonlit Shadows pack ruled with quiet strength, his leadership calm but decisive. Beside him stood Alpha Marcel—once a beta, now Alpha of both the Crescent Moon’s pack and the former Nightshade Wolves. The Nightsh