All Chapters of Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rose's POV “Oh, uh… much better now,” I lied smoothly, forcing a small smile. “The rest really helped.”Tristan’s eyes lingered on mine for a beat too long, the faint crease between his brows telling me he wasn’t entirely convinced. But, as always, he let it slide.“So… about that spy,” he began, his voice steady but laced with concern. “When are you going to tell your father? If you want, I can come along and explain exactly what I saw.”I exhaled slowly, my gaze drifting to the horizon where the fading sunlight bled into violet dusk. “I know you’re trying to look out for me, Tris, but… I don’t think we should tell my father about that.”His head snapped slightly, surprise flashing across his face. “What? Rose, this is your safety we’re talking about—”“I know,” I cut in gently, my voice soft but firm. “But my father’s already got enough on his plate—Alpha Damian, the tension with Nightshade, the war that feels like it’s breathing down our necks. I don’t want to pile my safety on to

Author's POVWhen Rose walked away, the air in Laura’s room seemed to thicken with the weight of her own fury. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from the simmering heat of anger that refused to be contained. She had been certain Rose had sought her out just to gloat, to flash that quiet, pitiful smile while dangling Tristan’s affection in her face like some cruel prize. Tristan loved her, and they were dating. The thought alone was a blade turning in Laura’s chest.Her breath came hard and sharp, each inhale feeding the fire until it became too much. With a low growl, Laura spun toward her wardrobe and slammed her fist into the wooden door. The panel splintered under her werewolf strength with a loud, satisfying crack. Shards of wood clattered to the floor. She didn’t stop there—an open-handed shove sent clothes spilling out, hangers snapping, and a perfume bottle toppling and shattering against the ground. The sharp scent of roses filled the air, cloying and nauseating in the hea

Author's POVThe first man lunged, thinking she would fold easily. Laura sidestepped, her instincts kicking in, and drove her elbow hard into his jaw. The crack of bone meeting bone was sharp in the still night, followed by a muffled curse as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Another man came at her from the left—too close—so she pivoted and slammed her fist into his nose. There was a sickening crunch, and his howl filled the air.For a brief, breathless moment, Laura thought she might actually manage to hold her own. But that hope vanished when the others closed in at once. Boots scraped against gravel, the ring of their bodies tightening around her. One grabbed her arm, yanking it behind her back, while another hooked his arm around her throat. The smell of alcohol on their breath made her stomach churn.Laura drove her heel into the shin of the man restraining her arm, twisting free for a heartbeat—long enough to swing her leg in a sharp kick to another man’s ribs. He gr

Rose's POVI woke up the next morning with a headache so sharp it felt like a hammer was pounding behind my eyes. My skull throbbed with each heartbeat, and for a moment I thought I was still dreaming, trapped in some nightmare that refused to let go. But no—the dull ache in my temples was real. Very real.What the fuck?I sat up slowly, clutching my head, trying to piece together why it hurt this badly. I had never felt anything like this before. My body ached as though I’d been dragged through the night, and when I exhaled, a strange bitter tang clung to the back of my throat. My breath smelled… sour, heavy. Almost like alcohol.Which made no sense.I wasn’t the drinking type. I never was. Yet the taste in my mouth was undeniable, as if I had drained an entire cup of something strong and burning. My stomach twisted uneasily, threatening to roll.I dragged myself out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom, every step rattling through my aching skull. The cold stone floor bit agains

Rose's POVBy the time the sky began to dim, evening settling like a heavy blanket over the pack house, I found myself thinking this might have been the most painfully dull day I’d ever lived through. The hours had dragged mercilessly, each one slower than the last, and no matter what I did to fill the time, it never seemed enough. I didn’t have many friends to distract me—truthfully, I hardly had any. And Laura, the one person I could once call my best friend, now seemed to hate me with a venom I didn’t understand. Every time I thought about her cold eyes and sharper words, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.And then there was Tristan. My other best friend. Unlike him, he hadn’t visited all day. Since morning, I’d been waiting, expecting him to appear as he always did, with that easy grin and his careless laughter, but the hours kept passing and he never showed. I told myself something important must have happened in Moonlit Shadow’s pack, something that required his attention as th