Ambush Of The Quadruplets Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Very well then. By the power vested in me as an elder, I declare you quadruplets, Edward, Rio, Enzo, and Rylan, as the new alphas of Creek Pack." Ava stepped forward, her eyes shining with warmth. "May you lead our pack with wisdom, strength, and love. Now you are free to return to your pack house and begin your duties as the new alphas of creek.” The pack erupted into cheers and applause as we quadruplets stood together. We raised our hands in a gesture of unity, our hearts full of excitement and hope for the future. “Let's go back and celebrate in style, and tonight we shift and go for a run, all of us,” Rio announced excitedly as the pack erupted into more cheers and applause.

******* The Quadruplets The location they were in was not the same as the last one. The house was made completely of wood, and it only had one room. Because he could see through the tiny spaces between the wooden boards, Sterling was aware of this. That morning the whole ground was covered with fog, making it nearly impossible to see more than three meters ahead. There were fewer trees and it was even colder there. They were probably on a mountain, Sterling thought. He turned to face Kyler and Lucas, who were trembling in the extreme cold. They cuddled close to the wall, trying to warm themselves, their lips crimson. It was useless as the cold persisted.

But now, clarity washed over me, leaving no room for deception. Taking a deep breath, I honestly replied, "The quadruplets—the Alphas of my pack—claimed that I was their mate." I could feel the tension rise as I continued, "But honestly, I never believed them. The idea of being their mate never resonated with me, nor did I desire it." My words hung between us.

After the call, I made them promise to behave once we gets to the mall but who am I kidding? As soon as we all Arrive at the spacious City Mall, they begin their usual gallavanting. As usual they serves as central of Attention due to their striking remembrance and it’s not everyday you randomly see Quadruplets around. Not to mention their matching outfit. And the fact that I keep screaming at them as they touch several stuffs asking me to buy it for them, is enough to get everyone’s Attention. I keeps barking different warnings as we thaw the busy mall getting various stuffs into the trolley.

His own protective instincts, usually more subdued, were now fully engaged. We resumed our formation, our stances sharper, more aggressive. This time, our strikes were harder, fiercer, imbued with a new, unspoken intensity. The triplets surrounded me like a living storm, a protective whirlwind of motion, their blades flashing, muscles taut, sweat glistening on their skin. They pushed me, challenged me, forced me to react and adapt, but in every move, every parry, every block, they also protected me. It was a complex, dangerous dance, a raw, primal war of wills, and a profound, undeniable promise of unwavering loyalty.

“We’re being watched.” “Fuck. Okay carry on like normal whilst we try to work this out.” “We’re too far out for backup, assuming this is our rogue friends again, we’re on our own.” It was at that moment I heard rustling through the trees. The twins. “Why the fuck are the twins here?” I hissed through the mindlink. Alex turned to see them and growled, before running towards them and starting to ferry them back towards the training ground. When I turned back, I was surrounded by fifteen rogues. Apparently they were using scent blocker because I could hardly smell them.

Servants carried trays of drinks and snacks, passing carefully through the growing crowd. The quadruplets themselves were the center of it all. Four little whirlwinds of energy, dressed in matching outfits of bright yellow and white. They darted through the party like sparks of sunlight, their laughter down through the garden as they tugged at Julian’s arm or tried to race each other to the bouncy castle. “Papa! Papa, look!” one of them shouted, holding up a balloon animal shaped like a sword. Ares’s lips twitched with something dangerously close to a smile as he patted his son’s head. “Be careful with that. Don’t poke your sister’s eye out.”

“Our little warrior.” No time to rest. The second arrived—a fierce baby girl with a cry that demanded the universe take notice. Cinthye’s laugh turned breathless. “Another fighter. Just like her father.” The medical team worked in flawless sync, but the tension in the room thickened with every passing minute. External reports crackled over comms: faint enemy signatures probing the perimeter. The birth had not gone unnoticed. Then came the third—a boy with a shock of dark hair already hinting at Damien’s legacy. And finally, the fourth—another boy, smaller but screaming with surprising strength. Quadruplets. All healthy. All alive. All miraculous.

Valeria nodded again. “The information is flowing smoothly. No one suspects a thing. Everything is proceeding exactly as we laid it out.” I let out a soft, low laugh that echoed through the cavernous warehouse. The quadruplets, they thought they were invincible. Thought no one could touch them, challenge them, bring them down. Arrogance. That would be their undoing.

The silence lasted four seconds. "Explain," Lucian said. "I already told you everything." "You told us three words. Try again." I pressed my back against the seat. Zane sat too close on my left, close enough that his shoulder pressed against mine. His eyes kept dropping to my stomach like he was trying to do math he could not solve. "My IUD failed," I said. "My doctor confirmed it last week. Triplets. All viable. Twelve weeks." Nobody spoke. Say something, I thought. Fight each other. Accuse me. Do something I can predict.