All Chapters of My Quandruplet Bullies to Mates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

MikaAs I finally arrived home, I noticed the lights were on, signaling that my father was already inside. Feeling a sense of unease, I descended the porch steps with cautious steps. I fumbled in my pocket for my house keys, the cool metal reassuring in my hand. Pausing at the door, I took a moment to steady my nerves, inhaling deeply before inserting the key and slowly turning the lock. With a quiet click, the door swung open, revealing my father in a state of intoxication."Here the hell have you been, and where is my dinner?" my father yelled. I was; before I could answer him, he took a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. "I clearly remember telling you that I expected my dinner to be ready and waiting for me on the table when I got home. It seems that you have not followed this simple instruction, so I will have to take the time to teach you how to do it properly," he told me with frustration.He grabbed me forcefully, making all my belongings drop into the living room flo

MikaI watched Malcolm approach me slowly, his every step deliberate and calculated, as if he savored the moment. My heart pounded in my chest, and I found myself unable to move a muscle, paralyzed by fear. His eyes bore into mine with a cold, unblinking stare, sending shivers down my spine. I braced myself for the worst as he finally reached me, holding my breath in anticipation. But to my surprise, instead of causing harm, he gently touched my cheek, his expression softening for a moment.He stood motionless momentarily as if under a spell before abruptly leaving the kitchen. I remained rooted to the spot, feeling a sense of relief only after he had departed. I was left bewildered, my mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. To regain my composure, I shook off the confusion and refocused on the tasks, preparing to work through the night.I was rushing to clean up the kitchen as quickly as possible, but there seemed to be many dirty dishes and other chores to do. It w

MikaMark's grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my skin with a force that left me immobilized. Fear coursed through me, a cold dread pooling in my stomach as I thought about the consequences of defying him. Alpha Alexander loomed in the background, his presence a dark shadow that amplified my anxiety. I couldn't shake the feeling that they would unleash something unforgiving upon me if I didn't bow as Mark had demanded. My heart raced, each beat echoing my desperation to"Why do you assume that Mika is lazy or to blame for the substantial debt? If anything, the maids seem to fall short of their responsibilities by offloading their tasks onto Mika. Regarding the debt itself, it's important to note that Mika's father accumulated that financial burden, not her," Malcolm defended me, his voice steady and filled with conviction.Why was he, of all people, choosing to defend me to his father? I glanced at Malcolm, whose demeanor struck me as oddly serene. His voice was s

Max I come from a unique and special pack, The Full Moon Pack, as my brothers and I are quadruplets, all Alphas within our pack, and soon-to-be leaders. Being the firstborn, I carry the weight of added responsibilities. I must ensure that our pack is well-provided and that we all function harmoniously. This means not only overseeing the welfare of my younger brothers but also being accountable for their actions. I often make decisions that impact our immediate family and the entire pack. Balancing the needs and strengths of my brothers with the demands of our community is a constant challenge, but it's a role I embrace with pride. Growing up within our tight-knit family, Malcolm and I have often found ourselves aligned in personality. As the youngest siblings among the four of us, we tend to be the level-headed ones, approaching life with a sense of responsibility and maturity that often belies our age. It’s as if we poss