Mated to Four のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

PhoebeThat night was the night I had been waiting for—the night when Hayden and I would finally become one, not just emotionally but physically.My heart pounded as his hands touched my skin, slow and gentle, igniting a fire that made me crave more. I couldn’t hold back. I let myself surrender, parting my legs to welcome him, to feel the warmth only he could give me."Are you sure?" Hayden whispered, his voice husky, thick with restrained desire. His gaze locked onto mine, searching for final confirmation.I nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I’m sure. I want you, Hayden. Only you."A smile curved his lips, the kind that made my heart race even faster. His hands continued exploring my body, tracing every curve of the soft mounds on my br**sts, memorizing every inch.His breathing grew heavier, his touch more urgent, and then… I felt it. Slowly, Hayden's hardened length and covered by c*nd*m entered my core, filling the space I hadn't realized I had been saving just for him.A sharp pai

FinleyCongratulations, Finley. You’ve managed to stay one step ahead of them in your own way.I cheered myself on, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. Watching Hayden mark Phoebe earlier still left a bitter taste in my mouth. I tried to ignore it, but the scent of him lingering on her skin made it impossible to forget.There was nothing I could do about it. This was our fate.But out of everything about this mate bond, the worst part was the constant rivalry between Hayden and Adonis.They never stopped arguing, always fighting to prove who had the greater claim on Phoebe. And I was stuck in the middle of it all, caught between their endless battle.I should be siding with Adonis—I was bound to him—but I wasn’t blind. I could see how Hayden treated Phoebe, how much he cared for her, how much he wanted her.And I understood.Because I wanted her too.I wanted her in ways I wasn’t sure I was ready to admit.And it scared me.Adonis in his primal state was something terrifying, and I kn

PhoebeThe next few days felt like an endless cycle of training and cramming for finals. Coach Cooper had signed Divergent Howls, our esports team, up for a regional tournament, which meant we had to train even harder. My only break came after 10 PM, and if I was lucky, I got five hours of sleep on the weekends.My love life?Hayden had gotten even more possessive. His ultimate control-freak tendencies had him limiting my time with my other three mates. But, to be fair, he still made sure I was happy.Finley had started openly acting affectionate toward me in front of everyone at Livingstone, hiding behind our whole "fake gay couple" cover. It made things easier—we could be around each other at school without raising too many eyebrows. Even Tyra complained about being a third wheel.Adonis? Still impulsive as hell. His rivalry with Hayden never seemed to end. Both of them had strong Alpha energy, but their views on me were totally different. I didn’t mind that Adonis saw our mate bond

Hayden"Zion, you in there?" I knocked on Zion's door, leaning against the wall. It was late, and I was sure he was getting ready to sleep. But my head was a mess, and my chest felt tight. I needed fresh air—or maybe, I just needed someone to listen. The door opened a few seconds later, revealing Zion in just his boxers, his hair a mess, and his face groggy. He blinked at me lazily, clearly annoyed at being disturbed in the middle of the night. "Dude, what do you want?" he asked, voice raspy. I swallowed hard, suddenly hesitating. "Never mind." I had just bothered him, and now I was backing out. But before I could turn around, Zion huffed in irritation. "Are you fucking kidding me? You interrupt my 'personal time,' and now you're saying never mind? What the hell, man?" I let out a sigh. "I wanna go out. I feel suffocated in the dorm." Zion frowned, studying me for a long moment before groaning and disappearing back into his room. A few minutes later, he emerged in a black hoodi

Phoebe“Just leave it to me.”Tyra cut into our conversation with her usual confidence. She was always the optimist—maybe even a little obsessed with me. Somehow, she had a sixth sense for knowing exactly when I was feeling unsure, and she’d always swoop in like a knight in shining armor. Well, if knights wore ripped jeans and combat boots.Of course, she also had a habit of running her mouth.I was used to it by now. If she got too carried away, I’d jab her ribs, kick her shin, or do whatever it took to make her shut up. Tonight was no different. She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into her room, determined to work her magic on my look.We had agreed that I’d come over an hour before the party. When I arrived, her mom greeted me with a big grin. She looked like a rockstar—long black hair streaked with red highlights, all-black clothes, and silver jewelry that caught the light. It was pretty obvious where Tyra got her confidence and wild energy from.Though, physically, the