Todos os capítulos de My Quandruplet Bullies to Mates: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

MikaI woke up slowly and became aware of a relentless pounding in my head, each throb amplifying my discomfort. It felt as though a heavy weight was pressing down on my skull, making even the slightest movement agonizing. I dared not open my eyes, for the harsh light of the day would surely intensify my suffering. A hazy fog enveloped my memory; I couldn't recall how I had ended up in this state; the last coherent thought echoing in my mind was the sensation of everything fading to black.I attempted to shift my body with great effort, only to be met with a symphony of aches radiating from various limbs. My muscles were tight, like strings pulled too taut, and every slight movement sent sharp pains shooting through me. I picked through my eyelids to see the room around me felt foreign, and I struggled to piece together the events that led to this moment, grappling with an unsettling sense of confusion and vulnerability.I shut my eyes

MikaI stood there, utterly frozen in place, grappling with the shocking revelation that had just been thrust upon me by the Alphas. Did they say they were my mates? The idea felt surreal, almost impossible to grasp. With no wolf to beckon my instincts or instincts to guide me, I was trapped in a haze of uncertainty, my heart racing as confusion flooded my mind.“Mika, did you hear us?” Malcolm's voice broke through my thoughts, a blend of urgency and sincerity as he tried again to capture my complete attention. I could see the earnestness in his gaze, but it only fueled the turmoil bubbling within me.With frustration and bewilderment, I snapped back, unable to hold my thoughts in any longer. “There is no way that you Alphas are my mates!” My words came out harsher than intended, fueled by disorientation. “Is this some cruel joke? A twisted game meant to humiliate me?” The disbelief hung heavy in the air, my mind racing to find any logic in this

Malcolm “What does Mika mean when she says she isn't our mate?” I couldn't help but ask; confusion etched across my face. Max, Mark, Mathew, and I all shared a unique bond—something visceral that was impossible to ignore. We could unmistakably feel the magnetic pull towards her, almost like an invisible thread connected us. Her sweet aroma lingered in the air, intoxicating and inviting, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. The touching of her skin, a rush of warmth and tingling sensations coursed through our bodies, igniting something deep within. It felt like coming home after a long journey, a familiar connection that defied explanation. Yet, despite all these signs, Mika's words hung heavy in the air. Maybe her declaration stemmed from a glimpse of Mark’s reaction. His expression had shifted instantly, a mix of anger and something unnameable passing over his features. It left me wondering if there was more to her defiance than met the ey

MarkTension was rising around the issue of Mika, the omega. This situation was spiraling beyond my control, and there was no conceivable way I could accept her as my mate. My brothers and I found ourselves in a heated argument, voices echoing in the spacious confines of our home, each of us presenting our viewpoints passionately. As time passed and the sunlight shifted across the room, we struggled to reach a consensus, frustration simmering beneath the surface.Later, as we gathered around the dining table for lunch, a sudden mental pulse drew our attention—a mindlink from Malcolm. The connection was strong, but the location he described was unfamiliar. Unease fluttered in my stomach as I exchanged glances with my brothers, each of us silently questioning what awaited us at this unknown destination.A sense of unease settled in my stomach as I tried to shake off the feeling. I only had to wait a little longer until we reached our destination. It was a typical midday when Max, Mat

Malcolm As the days continued slowly, Mika finally stirred awake in the sterile, white confines of the hospital room. The beeping of machines and the dim light filtering through the drawn curtains created a surreal atmosphere, contrasting sharply with the events that had led her here. During the long hours of her coma, a heavy weight of worry settled on us. Max and Mathew, who dedicated themselves to finding John—Mika's father, I stayed with Mika just in case she woke up. The search was shrouded in uncertainty; no one seemed to remember the last time they had seen John, adding to the urgency and desperation of the endeavor. Days turned into sleepless nights as they scoured parks, old hangouts, and local shelters, hoping to find him. Amidst the search, a deep sense of resolve grew within us—we knew that once John was located, he would face severe consequences for the brutal attack on Mika that had left her fighting for her life. Max and I were determined to ensure that justi