Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Author’s POVRose’s heart pounded as she stood frozen a few steps away from the warriors who had urged her to stay back. She wasn’t disobeying out of stubborn curiosity—no, it was the gnawing fear in her chest, the unbearable thought of what might happen to the six captives in Damian’s clutches. She edged forward cautiously, her breath shallow, straining to see through the shadows cast by the flickering torches and the waning moon.At the same time, her father, Alpha Stefan, alongside his loyal beta Marcel, mounted their horses with grim determination. Their movements were slow but steady, deliberate, each stride a display of bravery in the face of imminent danger. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their hooves as they advanced toward Alpha Damian and his looming army.Damian, seated high on his own dark stallion, cut a menacing figure. His long raven-black hair flowed freely, bouncing in rhythm with the horse’s strides, catching the cold glimmers of moonlight. His posture radiated

Rose's POV Tristan burst into my room like a storm breaking a fragile glass—boots thudding, breath sharp, eyes wild. The door slammed behind him and for a second the world narrowed to the space between us. “What is this I hear? You agreed to be Damian’s mate?” His voice wasn’t a question so much as an accusation thrown like a spear.On the surface he looked furious, the kind of raw, protective anger my best friend wore when someone crossed me. But beneath the fury there was fear — a different, more personal kind of panic that made him look younger, more exposed. He cared. He always had. I could see it in the set of his jaw, in the way his hands curled at his sides, as if he wanted to physically tear the situation apart and reassemble it so none of us had to suffer.I forced a smile that felt brittle as old bark. “Good morning to you,” I said, trying to keep my tone light and uselessly playful, though nothing in me wanted to be witty. How could it be morning when my chest felt so heav

Rose’s POV“Are you sure you want to do this here?” Kavian’s voice was low, laced with something unreadable as he glanced at the surrounding trees.His frown stirred a memory I knew we were both thinking of—the night he saved me from the Nightshade wolves. Six of them, circling like vultures, their eyes glinting with cruelty. I could still hear the growls, still feel the terror in my bones. And I remembered the way Kavian tore through them, swift and brutal, painting the ground red before they could touch me. Perhaps the forest carried ghosts for him.“Yes,” I whispered, forcing my voice steady though I heard it tremble. “I’m sure.”His hazel-green eyes met mine, sharp and searching, like he could strip me bare without lifting a finger. My heart thundered, betraying me. To silence the doubt clawing at my chest, I reached for my dress, tugging the neckline down. Cool air kissed my skin as I bared myself to him, my breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath.The spark in his ey

Author’s POVKavian lingered in the hush of the trees, half-hidden by the rough bark of an ancient oak, his gaze fixed on the fragile figure collapsing before the packhouse gates. Rose’s knees buckled, her body folding into the earth as though the weight of betrayal itself had dragged her down.Two guards stationed at the entrance startled at the sight, their voices rising with alarm. “Lady Rose!” They rushed forward, confusion flickering across their faces—none of them had seen her leave, and now here she was, stumbling home in silence like a ghost returning to its grave.They caught her before the ground could claim her fully, lifting her carefully, speaking to her as though words alone could tether her back. Kavian’s eyes followed every movement, sharp and unblinking, his body coiled with restless unease.He had trailed her from the clearing to the gate, every step taken in the distance but close enough to shield her if shadows became teeth. She wanted nothing more to do with him—h

Rose’s POV“I’m sorry, Rose…” Laura began, voice thin and hurried, but she was cut off by a sharp rapping at the door. My heart dropped into my stomach as one of the guards stepped inside, his face set like carved stone.“Lady Rose,” he said quietly, breathless from the run. “Alpha Damian and his entourage have arrived.”The words landed like ice. For a slow, terrible second the room seemed to narrow to the space between my ribs and my throat. A chill crawled up my spine and my hands went suddenly very cold. I forced myself to swallow, to nod at the guard with a smile that was practice and nothing else. “Thank you,” I managed. “I’ll join them shortly.” His eyes flicked to my face — pity, respect, something like sorrow — then he bowed and left.Laura watched me for a long beat, shame and something like regret clouding her features. “Tristan begged me to try,” she said softly. “He asked me to talk you out of this, Rose. He thinks—” She broke off, looking like a child trying to say somet