Todos los capítulos de Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Rose's POV"You’re crossing a line, Damian." My father's voice, usually like granite—solid and unshakable—wavered with fury he barely managed to contain. His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch at the side of his face. Though his posture was rigid, I sensed the storm beneath his skin, simmering just beneath the surface.Damian stood just a few feet away, draped in arrogance like a second skin. The smirk he wore didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m only trying to help here,” he said smoothly, as if he were making a business deal rather than delivering a threat. “Marry your daughter to me, and you keep your pack and your lives. Sounds like a fair trade, doesn’t it?”The audacity made my skin crawl. My chest tightened as Father took a deliberate step forward, blocking me further with his body.“You must be more insane than I thought,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “If you think I will ever allow you anywhere near my daughter.”Damian’s eyes flicked to me, like he

Rose's POV As Alpha Damian and his men finally disappeared into the thinning crowd, the air seemed to breathe again—like the entire arena had been holding its breath in fear. One by one, the spectators trickled away, their whispers fading into the background. But I couldn’t move.I remained there, on my knees, cradling Branson’s lifeless body. His blood was still warm against my fingers, a haunting reminder of how quickly life could be taken. His face was at peace, but my heart was in pieces. The fight was over, but my war had just begun.I didn't even hear my father approach until his hand settled gently on my shoulder. The weight of it was grounding, but it did nothing to stop the ache inside me.“We need to prepare his body,” he said quietly. “Cleanse it and send it to his people with honor.”That broke me.Tears spilled down my cheeks as guilt twisted deep in my chest. “I caused this, Dad,” I choked. “He’s dead because of me. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve—”“No,” my father

Tristan’s POV“Hey! Stop!” I yelled again, my voice echoing through the dense woods as I tore after the figure in the black cloak.Branches snapped under my feet. Leaves whipped against my face. I was running at full werewolf speed, my lungs burning, adrenaline surging—but it still wasn’t enough. The bastard was fast. Too fast. And the most unsettling part? He wasn’t even trying.It was like he was toying with me.“I said stop!” I growled, pushing harder, the forest blurring around me as I tried to close the distance. But just like that, he vanished—swallowed by the shadows between the trees.I skidded to a halt, panting, scanning the forest. My ears strained for footsteps, my nose twitching for a trace of his scent.Then I caught it.A whiff of something oddly familiar. My heart skipped. I knew that scent.It was faint but distinct. The same scent I’d caught around Rose when she visited Moonlit Shadows. The one I’d quietly followed around my pack like a phantom, convinced someone was

Author’s POVMorning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the tangled sheets and the room that still carried the scent of last night—sweat, cheap perfume, and regret.Laura stirred first, her head pounding, her throat dry. As she blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, reality settled like a heavy stone in her gut. Her bare skin brushed against warm sheets and the equally bare body lying beside her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.Josh.A groan slipped from her lips—not from pleasure, but disbelief.What the hell had she done?She turned slowly, her heart sinking further as she saw his smug, sleepy smile. His arm was casually thrown over her waist like he had every right. Like this was normal."Morning, gorgeous," Josh murmured, stretching with satisfaction. "You were insane last night. I mean—""Don’t," she snapped, cutting him off. Her voice was hoarse, her eyes sharp. “Don’t make this into something it’s not.”Josh blinked. “I mean, co

Rose's POV“I…” My voice cracked. “I remember everything.”Aunt Vivian’s footsteps were soft in the grass as she closed the distance between us. Her eyes searched mine. “Tell me—how do you feel?”I dragged my gaze to her, trying to steady the tremor in my hands, but my pulse was a wild, frantic thing in my ears.“I remember everything,” I whispered again, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “How my mother died… all of it.” My throat tightened, and before I could stop them, tears burned hot down my cheeks. It wasn’t just memory—it was fresh. Raw. As if I’d been pulled from that night only seconds ago, as if my mother had just been torn from me today.Vivian’s hand was warm when it touched my arm, grounding me, but my body flinched all the same, the ghost of fear still prickling at my skin.“I know,” she murmured. “It’s overwhelming. But breathe, Rose. The past can’t hurt you now—it’s only memory.”Only memory. But the ache in my chest didn’t feel like memory—it felt like a wound reo