All Chapters of Mated to Four: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PhoebeFor once, I could finally forget all the weight sitting on my heart. The Aurora Dome was already bursting with noise long before the match even started. The crowd’s cheers echoed from the top bleachers all the way down to the VIP seats.I sat in the audience with Tyra, the glow from the giant LED screen catching our faces—nervous but thrilled—until our expressions appeared on the massive display above the stage.“It’s been half an hour! Why aren’t they out yet?” Tyra groaned, patting her thighs impatiently. “I can’t wait to see Phoenix on stage.”I chuckled softly. “Be patient, Ty. They’re probably doing their final briefing. It’s the grand finals—everything has to be perfect.”She sighed dramatically. “Still, I just wanna see them in those yellow jerseys already. Divergent Howls always looks the coolest when they walk out together.”As if the universe heard her, the lights inside the venue slowly dimmed. The crowd roared even louder when the big screen flashed the words “Grand

Phoenix“Finley, how’s Phoebe?”Finally, the person I’d been waiting for showed up—Hayden. Before Finley could even answer, my feet were already moving toward him. Every bit of anger I’d been holding back since earlier came crashing to the surface.“I need to talk to you,” I said flatly, my voice cold, my eyes never leaving his.He looked confused, but I didn’t care. I jerked my head toward the hallway. “Outside.”The moment we stepped out of Phoebe’s room, I didn’t hesitate. My fist connected with his jaw—once, twice—each hit fueled by rage I could barely contain.“Phoenix, stop!” Hayden blocked my third punch.“Oh, now you’re gonna stop me?” I snapped.He glared back, voice rising. “What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews?”I shoved him against the wall. “Don’t act clueless! Everyone said they didn’t do it—except you. You’re the only one left. Don’t tell me you didn’t plan this, Hayden. Did you even think about what Phoebe would feel?”His expression hardened. “I have no idea what

PhoebeThe little house we rented sat on the edge of town, not far from a small lake whose surface always shimmered orange every evening. Sometimes I thought Hayden chose this place on purpose—so I could finally breathe after everything that happened. No noise, no chaos. Just the wind and the soft hum of insects.Hayden had just finished painting the back fence. His sleeves were rolled up, his face damp with sweat, but I could see the determination in his eyes.“This fence’s gonna mark the border of your little garden,” he said, dropping the brush into the bucket. “Didn’t you say you wanted to plant freesias?”I hugged myself, shivering a bit from the morning chill even though there was no snow. “I just hope they don’t die. My hands aren’t as good as yours with plants.”“Phoebe,” he said with a small laugh, “even wildflowers would bloom if it’s you taking care of them.”His gaze drifted toward the yard, thoughtful—the kind of look a man has when he starts imagining a future.It had be

PhoebeIt’s been a month since everything finally settled down—since that evening filled with hopes and quiet relief in our little house, since the world seemed to pause just to let us breathe again.The days that followed found a new rhythm—peaceful, simple, and real.This morning, Hayden asked me to sit with him on the porch, under a soft stretch of sunlight. He studied me for a long time before speaking quietly.“You don’t want to continue your studies at the academy, Phoebe?”I hesitated, staring into my cup of tea. The offer sounded tempting, even exciting—but it wasn’t what I wanted anymore.“No,” I finally said. “I’ve learned enough. Now I want to learn something else—about home, about being a mother, about being a Luna who’s worthy of you and of them.”Hayden smiled and reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “If that’s what you want, I won’t push you.”He lowered his gaze and took a thick folder from his lap. Inside was a folded letter, its seal glinting faintly in the morn

ZionTwo days after Phoebe gave birth, I stood once again at the gates of the Light Walker Pack—my birthplace, the home that never truly felt like mine. The winter wind tugged at the ceremonial cloak I wore, while my newborn daughter, Anastasia, slept quietly in the white sling Phoebe held close to her chest.Phoebe still looked pale. Two days… her body was nowhere near recovered. But her determination to attend the blessing ritual kept her steps steady. And honestly, that’s one of the countless reasons I admired her.“If you’re too tired, we can postpone this,” I murmured.She shook her head. “Light Walker is your blood, Zion. And now… it’s Anastasia’s too. Besides, I’ve done this whole giving-birth thing before, remember?”Yeah, but this time she gave birth to my child. That made everything feel different.Her gaze softened something in me. Even exhausted, her eyes stayed clear—steady with a quiet resolve. I kept forgetting just how strong this woman truly was.We were escorted to t