บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Rose's POVYesterday, when I told Tristan about Kavian, his reaction cut deeper than I expected. He freaked out—his voice sharp, his eyes wide with betrayal. But what wounded me most wasn’t his anger, it was the disappointment in his face. The kind of look that makes your chest ache because you know you’ve let someone down without meaning to. We’re best friends—always have been—so of course he’d feel hurt that I kept something from him. Still, I can’t help but wonder… what if I had gone further? What if I had told him the truth that even I can hardly admit to myself—that I am in love with Kavian?He’d probably think I’d lost my mind. Maybe I have. Because honestly, nothing in my world makes sense anymore without him. Somehow, in such a short time, Kavian has stolen everything from me—my heart, my thoughts, even the quiet in my soul. He is still a mystery, a storm I cannot fully understand, and yet my life feels incomplete when he is not near. How does that even happen? How does someon

Rose's POVThe look on Kavian’s face made guilt twist through me until it hollowed my stomach. His silence pressed down on me, heavy, accusing, as though I’d demanded something cruel and impossible of him. Wicked, selfish. And yet, were my wishes truly so unrealistic? To want to see the truth of him—the raw, unguarded part that only his changing eyes seemed to hold?His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a resigned grimace. “So what now? You’re really going to leave me hanging like this?” His voice was low, almost teasing, but his hand dropped toward the hardness straining beneath his trousers, his brow quirking with dry amusement. “Because clearly my body didn’t get the message.”Heat rushed up my neck and I bit back a laugh, the sound escaping anyway, awkward and guilty. “Sorry,” I said, half chuckle, half apology, feeling foolish and tender at once.“Fine.” He pushed off the bed with a fluid grace, the sheets shifting around me as the absence of his wei

Rose’s POV“Seems you’ve been…busy,” I said at last, forcing a weak laugh that came out thinner than I intended. I tried to keep my tone light, almost teasing, though inside I was still reeling with embarrassment.But Tristan didn’t meet my half-hearted attempt at humor. His face had gone pale, his expression unsettled, disorganized, as though I’d just caught him in a crime.“I… I can explain.” His voice cracked slightly, desperate, pleading, and it only deepened my confusion.Why on earth did he think he needed to explain this to me? Whoever he chose to share his bed with was none of my business. I tilted my head, trying to mask my unease with playfulness.“I think the situation explains itself,” I said, lips quirking faintly. But Tristan wasn’t relaxing. He was unraveling, panic edging into his eyes, his hand clenching at the sheet like it was the only anchor he had.“N…No, it’s not what you think,” he stammered, his voice almost tripping over itself.“Relax, okay?” I cut in gently,

Author’s POVAfter settling Rose beneath the covers, Tristan lingered by her bedside longer than he should have. The soft glow of the lantern painted her face in warm gold, and in that moment she seemed almost untouchable, too pure for the world outside her dreams. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly in sleep, and the steady rhythm of her breathing filled the room with a strange serenity that tugged at him.He had to fight himself not to remain there, not to climb into the bed and curl around her as though the world belonged only to the two of them. Every fiber of him yearned to protect her, to claim her, but his mind whispered restraint. Still, his hand betrayed him, lifting halfway as though drawn by a gravity stronger than sense. His fingers hovered inches from her skin, aching to trace the delicate curve of her cheek… her smooth arms, the tempting line of her thighs, the faint hint of cleavage her nightgown revealed. He wanted to touch, to feel, to surre

Author’s POVArman kissed Laura, not with the kind of passion that spoke of devotion, nor with tenderness that promised more—it was a collision of heat and recklessness, a game meant only to satisfy his fleshly craving. His hands pressed her against the tree, his touch rough, insistent, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that asked for nothing but the moment.Laura yielded quickly, her body pliant under his, her breath breaking in shallow moans that filled the night. And then—her voice slipped through, unguarded, a whisper tangled in ecstasy.“Kavian…”The name stirred no anger in Arman. No jealousy. Only a spark of dark amusement. Of course she thought it was Kavian. They all did. That was the lie he and his brothers had carefully crafted—the four of them a singular phantom, one face, one name. To them, there was only Kavian.Still, as her voice quivered with that name, Arman’s lips curved faintly against hers. It was almost a shame, he thought, that she didn’t know. That sh