Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets
“Hold on, Atlas!”
I couldn’t answer. My lungs were drowning in blood, every breath a war. My vision wavered, dark spots clouding my sight. But still I poured myself into the seal. Every memory of my pack, every oath I had sworn, every scrap of love I bore for Lisa, Enzo, the children—all of it fueled me.
The ground quaked violently as the final sigil locked into place. A dome of light burst upward, sealing the chamber in a blazing prison of power. The dark forces shrieked, clawing at it, but the seal held, their bodies dissolving into ash under its brilliance.