บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Rose's POV:After breakfast, once my father—Alpha Stefan—had left with Beta Marcel to tend to pack matters, the house settled into a quiet stillness. The clinking of cutlery had faded, and the buzz of morning activity died down, leaving only the chirping of birds outside and the soft rustle of leaves brushing against the windows. I found Aunty Vivian in the garden, seated under the shade of a willow tree, a cup of tea in hand and her eyes watching the clouds like they held secrets.I hesitated, my fingers curling into the folds of my tunic. “About the training you mentioned… the one that might awaken a dormant wolf,” I said, my voice barely louder than the breeze. “Is that even real?”Aunty Vivian looked up, her gaze thoughtful as she gestured for me to sit beside her. “It’s called Luvenya Trial,” she said, her voice rich with a mix of caution and conviction. “An ancient form of werewolf training. It tests not only the body but the mind—breaking you down to the edge of yourself until w

Author's POV Daytime bathed the forest clearing in golden light, filtering through the canopy above and casting dappled shadows over the soft, leaf-covered ground. A fresh kill—a hefty deer—lay on a flat rock, its rich crimson blood staining the earth beneath. The air was thick with the metallic scent of it, mixed with the earthy tang of moss and pine.Shirin, his hazel-green eyes glinting mischievously, leaned against a nearby tree, twirling a knife between his fingers as his brothers worked on butchering the deer.“There’s this beautiful woman I met in Moonlit Shadow Pack,” he began, his tone casual, almost too casual.Arman looked up from the deer, his thick blue eyes narrowing with interest. “So? What about her?”Shirin’s lips quirked into a slow, smug grin. “She’s... wild. Nasty in bed.”Arman chuckled, shaking his head as he sliced through a thick tendon. “So you ditched your mission to screw some random woman?”Roshan raised an amused brow, his light blue eyes twinkling with m

Author's POV Roshan, cloaked in the perfect illusion of his quadruplet brother Kavian, had nearly succeeded in seducing Rose. Her taste still lingered on his tongue—sweet, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. He hovered over her, ready to seal the deception with more than just a kiss, when a sharp, jarring sound shattered the heated moment.Glass. Breaking. Violent and deliberate.The noise echoed from downstairs like a crack of thunder splitting the night. Roshan’s head snapped up, his mind briefly torn from lust to sharp, primal alertness. A snarl threatened to escape his throat as he climbed off the bed, every muscle tightening in defensive readiness. He hadn’t planned for this.“Stay here,” he had growled, barely able to keep the edge of frustration out of his voice. But in truth, something more ancient had risen within him—the instinct to protect what he considered his.He descended the staircase in silence, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw the jagged shards of the broke

Rose's POVThe sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft golden hue over the pack house courtyard, when I heard the purposeful click of heels approaching. I turned just in time to see Aunt Vivian striding toward me, her dark riding coat fluttering slightly in the early breeze, her expression unreadable but eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to mischief.“Tell me, darling,” she said, cocking her head, “can you ride a horse, or are you one of those useless, over-pampered city girls who scream at the sight of dirt?”I let out a small laugh. “I can ride. My father taught me before I could even walk properly.”Her mouth curved into a sly smile, the kind that never failed to make me both amused and wary. “Ah. Glad to hear he taught you something useful, then.”Her teasing tone was laced with sarcasm, but it held no venom—just the sharp wit that seemed stitched into every word she spoke. She extended her arm theatrically. “Come then, princess. Let’s see if you’re still w

Rose's POVI stood just outside the double doors, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if that would still my racing heart. The chill in the air nipped at my skin, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble—it was the unbearable silence behind those walls.I hated this.Not being able to hear anything, not knowing what was happening in there between my father and Alpha Damian—it was maddening. I was the daughter of Alpha Stefan, yet I felt completely useless. Powerless. Because unlike the others, I had no wolf, no enhanced senses. Just human ears. And right now, they were failing me.I shifted my weight anxiously, chewing the inside of my cheek. “What’s even going on in there?” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. “I can’t hear a damn thing.”Tristan, leaning casually against the pillar beside me, gave me that boyish smile he always wore when he knew something I didn’t. “I can help with that,” he said, tapping his temple. “Wolf ears.”I exhaled slowly as he turned toward the do