บททั้งหมดของ Mated to Four: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ZionPhoebe’s question hit me harder than I expected. For a second, I froze.I’d been dodging that question for way too long, and now she was calling me out. Guess it’s time to be a little more honest.Phoebe had stolen my heart a long time ago—even though I pretended not to care. She deserves to embrace her wolf instincts.Yeah, I’ve been a hypocrite. But what else could I do? We werewolves are slaves to our instincts, to the fate that feels carved in stone. I just kept holding back because I wanted the ultimate version of Phoebe Matthews—the strongest, boldest version of her.“Why are you zoning out, Zion?”I wanted that fearless Phoebe back—the Alpha female who never backs down. Not the Phoebe who looks unsure and trapped. And I had a crazy idea to bring that spark out again.“How about we make a bet?” My voice broke the silence.She frowned. “What kind of bet?”I smirked. “If we win the tournament and take the championship, I’ll mark you and mate with you that same night.”Phoebe’

FinleyThe second Hayden said my name, it was like… click. Everything fell into place. His plan? Honestly, kinda brilliant. Like, the type of plan only a real Alpha could come up with.My job? Simple—well, simple-ish: be the bridge. Keep Phoebe, Phoenix, and the Divergent Howls from completely falling apart. Basically, I had to play Phoebe’s official boyfriend while still being Phoenix’s best friend, and make sure the rumor mill didn’t blow up the team. No pressure, right?Hayden laid it out like some general in a Hollywood war movie—calm, steady, his Alpha energy on god-level. He didn’t just talk, he commanded. And we all nodded—me, Zion, Adonis—even though I probably looked like one of those bobbleheads on a car dashboard. What can I say? The dude’s impressive. Hayden isn’t just a leader. He is the definition of one.Step one? Move Phoebe out of our dorm and into Tyra’s room in the she-wolf building. Headmaster Hartman already approved—well, more like Hayden said it, and nobody dare

PhoebeThe day felt like it dragged on forever. With everything spinning in my head, my chest felt tight, my thoughts tangled.Hayden pulled me into his arms, letting me cry until my shoulders shook. He didn’t say a word—just held me close, his warmth wrapping around me like silent reassurance that I didn’t have to hold it all in anymore.I didn’t even know how long I cried. By the time my tears finally stopped, my eyes stung and my body felt drained. Maybe I’d been holding it back for far too long.“Still feel like crying?” Hayden’s voice was low, but there was a teasing lilt to it that made me smile faintly.“No. Turns out crying’s exhausting,” I said, trying to sound light even though my head felt heavy.He loosened his hold and looked down at me with that warm gaze of his. “Happy birthday, Phoebe. Sorry I’m late saying it. I wanted to wait until you’d calmed down first.”Oh God. My eyes widened. I’d completely forgotten it was my birthday.Before I could say anything, a loud thud

PhoebeI took a deep breath as the heavy doors of the venue slid shut behind me. The cool evening air brushed against my face, carrying with it a faint sense of relief after days that had been exhausting—and humiliating.Two missed matches, a stalled team score that was the punishment we had to take after the ridiculous rumor about me spread around by Hayden’s ex. The fact that I’d caused such a stir in the shifter e-sport world didn’t make me proud; if anything, it made me feel like some cheap headline-chaser.All I ever wanted was to make things right. To redeem myself. To live a normal life and find my true mate. I’d tried so hard to keep my identity hidden, but lies never stay buried for long.Even in a world half filled with wolves, gossip still travels faster than the truth.Still, I could breathe. The committee hadn’t kicked me off the team. I was still part of Divergent Howls, though not as a player anymore, just as their brand ambassador. It sounded sweet on paper, but deep d

PhoebeThe morning air was freezing as I stepped out of the main building. The sky hung gray and heavy, and the first snowflakes of the season drifted lazily through the air before melting on the ground. The last Monday of November—the first snow should’ve felt magical. But today, it felt like a warning.I pulled my coat zipper all the way up, trying to fight the chill. After spending the night in Finley’s room, I decided to return to my dorm early.Everything seemed quiet at first until the bell rang, calling us back to class. Finley was already waiting for me in Biology, giving me that calm, reassuring smile of his. But for some reason, my chest tightened when our eyes met.“I brought your notes from before the break,” he said softly.I smiled, taking the notebook from him. “Thanks, Fin. I wasn’t really focused today—I didn’t even realize I left this with you.”But before the lesson even began, the speaker above us crackled to life, echoing through the classroom—firm and cold.“Phoe