Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Quadruplets Lycan Alphas : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Rose’s POV“What were you thinking, going outside alone like that?!” my father’s voice thundered through the stone walls of his chambers, shaking the air with raw fury.I stood in front of him, spine straight, fists clenched at my sides. Normally, his voice alone was enough to make me lower my head in fear and submission, but not today. Not after everything.“You worry so much about me stepping out of the pack house alone,” I snapped, my voice tighter than I intended, “but you have no problem sending me off to become someone’s mistress… someone I don’t even know.”His face darkened immediately. “How dare you say that? How dare you insinuate I don’t care about you?” His steps closed the distance between us, his powerful presence looming. “No one is asking you to be a mistress.”I held his gaze, refusing to back down. “And what’s the difference between a mistress and a second wife, Father?” My voice cracked slightly—not from fear, but from the ache of humiliation I’d been carrying since

Rose's POVThe dream was like fire—warm, heady, and dangerous.Kavian’s mixed eyes—those strange, breathtaking pools of emerald green and icy blue—pierced through me in that dream like they always did, filled with something wild, something ancient. His hands had trailed lightly across my skin, igniting sparks with every ghost of a touch, his breath brushing against my neck as he whispered words I couldn’t quite remember now, only the feeling they left behind. My heart thundered in my chest as his lips neared mine, so close, so close—I gasped awake, breath shallow, skin flushed with a heat I couldn’t explain.My eyes darted around the dark room, disoriented. The night air was still and cool, the moonlight spilling in through the slightly parted curtains, painting silver across the floor. And then—I saw him.Kavian.Standing right beside my bed.I froze, eyes wide, unsure if I was still trapped in some lingering illusion. His presence didn’t feel ghostly—it was too real. Too magnetic.

Rose's POVThe sun had barely crested the treetops when I found myself standing at the edge of the training grounds, hidden partially behind a tall wooden post. Morning light spilled across the open field, casting long golden streaks over the dirt and the sweating bodies of young wolves mid-combat. The crisp scent of dew and churned earth lingered in the air, mixed with the sharper tang of adrenaline.Dozens of boys and girls—most of them my age—were sparring fiercely under the watchful eye of a grizzled warrior, his sharp eyes scanning every movement like a hawk circling above. His commands cut through the noise like blades: firm, sharp, unyielding. These weren't just training sessions. They were evaluations. Every jab, every takedown, was a chance to prove something—to maybe even earn a place among the elite warriors of our pack.But I would never be one of them.I stood apart, not by choice, but by design. I had no wolf. No transformation. No heightened strength or speed. Just a he

Tristan's POVAs I walked away from Rose, her words echoed in my head like a stubborn melody I couldn’t shake.“Too bad you’re not on the suitors list. I would have said yes to you.”Gods, I’d nearly forgotten how to breathe when she said that. My heart had leapt—wild and reckless—like it believed we were seconds away from everything I’d ever wanted. But then she had laughed, quickly tacking on that it was a joke.And just like that, she ripped the breath right back out of me.I’d smiled through it, shrugged like it didn’t matter. Like it hadn’t chipped away at something raw and hopeful inside me. She probably didn’t even know what her words did to me. Maybe it was better that way.By the time I reached Laura, she was standing beside her father, Beta Marcel. They didn’t look like they were discussing anything heavy—just light chatter, probably catching up on patrol rotations or training gossip.Marcel greeted me with his usual firm but warm tone. “Tristan,” he said with a nod. “Always

Rose's POV “It’s good to see you again, Laura,” Kavian finally spoke, his voice smooth, low, but laced with something unreadable.Laura’s gaze landed on him, and instead of looking away immediately, she studied him—longer than usual, her sharp green eyes narrowing slightly, like she was trying to see through him.“What exactly do you want with my friend?” she asked, tone clipped and edged with suspicion.“Laura—” I cut in quickly, heat already rising to my cheeks. Her bluntness made my insides twist. I wasn’t ready for this conversation—especially not like this.But Laura wasn’t having it. “No, Rose. I have to ask him because clearly something is going on between the two of you. Have you even told him about the suitor situation yet?”The air in my lungs turned cold. I swallowed tightly, my heart starting to race again—but for a very different reason now.“I was about to,” I said, barely above a whisper.“Really?” she snapped, voice rising just enough to sting. “You were ‘about to’? T