Semua Bab Ravished By Four Insatiable Beasts: Bab 81 - Bab 90

ZORYAThe first thing Kaelen notices is the silence.Not the absence of sound—the cell still hums with wards and sigils and the low, breathing pulse of the city beneath us—but me. The way I stop pulling. The way my wolf, usually a storm behind my ribs, goes still.I don’t fight the restraints anymore.I let them hold me.Kaelen steps into the chamber slowly, as if approaching a wild animal that has finally lowered its teeth. His boots echo once, twice, then stop just beyond the outer ring. The red glyphs brighten in recognition of him, obedient, eager.“You’re learning,” he says softly.I lift my head. My wrists are still bound above me, energy bands biting into my skin, but my shoulders relax. My breathing evens. I meet his gaze without flinching.“I’m tired,” I say, and let it be the truth it is. “Fighting you hurts them.”That makes his mouth curve—not a smile. Satisfaction. Vindication.“Yes,” he murmurs. “Exactly.”He circles me, hands clasped behind his back, eyes tracing the li

ZORYAThe dark wasn’t empty.It breathed.That was the first thing I realized when I stopped screaming—when I stopped fighting the restraints biting into my wrists and ankles, when I stopped wasting strength on Kaelen’s cage. The shadows around me pulsed, not with magic alone, but with intent. With listening.And somewhere inside that living dark, my bond stretched—frayed, burning, pulled so tight it felt like it would snap.I felt them.Ares like a wildfire barely contained, fury chewing through everything in its path. Gunner a storm locked behind iron discipline, cracking under the pressure of restraint. Finn scattered and sharp-edged, pain and recklessness colliding. Kai—gods—Kai was the worst. His calm had turned surgical, detached in a way that meant he was already sacrificing something inside himself.They weren’t just fighting Kaelen’s influence.They were fighting each other.No.The word didn’t leave my mouth. It tore out of my chest and slammed into the bond like a blade.Th

ZORYAThe chamber breathed.That was the only way I could describe it—the walls expanding and contracting like lungs, the runes pulsing in uneven rhythms as if the place itself were uncertain whose will it should obey. Kaelen stood several paces away now, no longer circling, no longer confident. The ritual had slipped from elegant to volatile, and he knew it.But my attention wasn’t on him.It was on them.The bond stretched—taut, luminous, alive—and for the first time since Kaelen began tearing at it, it didn’t feel like a battlefield. It felt like a crossroads.I sank to my knees.Not because I was weak.Because I chose to be still.The restraints groaned again, reacting to the shift in my intent. The bond flared, and suddenly the distance between us collapsed—not physically, but internally. I felt them as if they were standing around me instead of scattered across the city, bloodied and furious and afraid.Ares was the first to feel it.His presence hit like heat—raw, unfiltered, a

ZORYAThe power didn’t stop when I stepped into the center.It answered.The sigils beneath my feet flared white-hot, no longer jagged but fluid, flowing like moonlight poured into stone. The air thickened, pressure bearing down on my lungs until every breath felt earned. My knees buckled, and I barely caught myself before collapsing again.Kaelen moved closer.Not rushing. Not striking.Waiting.“That’s it,” he murmured, voice velvet-soft. “Feel how much it takes to hold them all. Four Alphas. Four instincts. Four storms pulling at one heart.”I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. He wasn’t wrong. The bond was alive—too alive. Every emotion from my mates brushed against me at once: Ares’s barely leashed rage, Gunner’s burning fear, Kai’s relentless focus, Finn’s fragile hope stretched thin as glass.It was beautiful.And it was breaking me.“You don’t have to do this,” Kaelen continued, circling slowly. “You don’t owe them martyrdom. They are powerful enough to survive wit

ZORYAI felt Gunner before I saw him move.Not through sound or sight, but through the bond—through the way the air thickened, the way my wolf lifted her head as if something ancient had just stood up straight inside him.Kaelen was still on his knees, blood streaking his mouth, the remnants of the ritual circle smoking faintly around us. The blood moon hung overhead, swollen and cruel, casting everything in red that felt too intimate to be light. Finn’s fear had quieted, replaced by a steady, fragile equilibrium. Ares burned at my side like a drawn blade held in restraint. Kai’s presence wrapped us all together, calm but taut, as if he were holding the world together with his bare hands.And Gunner—Gunner stepped forward.He didn’t roar. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t bare his teeth.He knelt.The sight hit me harder than any violence ever could have.Gunner, who had always been the wall. The body between danger and the people he loved. The Alpha who solved problems with force becaus