Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 122

Lisa's POV

I had been sitting on the edge of my bed for a while, twirling a stray lock of hair around my finger, staring at the closed door. Kael and Calla had left not long ago, both muttering something about work and duty, about meetings that I didn’t care enough to pay attention to. The room felt suddenly too quiet without their energy. I was restless.

I stretched, rolling my shoulders, letting out a soft groan of boredom. “What am I supposed to do now?” I muttered to myself. Being left alone always put me in this awkward state where I didn’t know whether to nap, sneak out, or simply pace the room until the walls began to laugh at me.

Eventually, I decided to wander. The estate was too big, too grand, too suffocating at times, and walking around was the only thing that kept me from climbing the walls. I stepped out into the hallway, letting my fingertips trail along the smooth wooden rail as I walked.

It didn’t take long before I nearly collided with someone turning the corner.

I blinked up, and there he was—Enzo.

His presence was always a little startling. There was something about him that carried both charm and danger in equal measure. The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as he steadied me with a hand on my arm.

“Careful,” he said, voice low, smooth, as if he’d been waiting for this encounter. “You wander these halls like a ghost. I almost didn’t see you.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the flush creeping up my cheeks. “Maybe you need better eyesight.”

He chuckled, letting go of me slowly, fingers dragging against my skin a second longer than necessary. “Or maybe you need a chaperone. What are you doing wandering all alone?”

“Bored,” I admitted without thinking. “Kael and Calla left me. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Enzo tilted his head, dark hair falling slightly into his eyes, his smirk deepening. “Then perhaps you need company.”

I should’ve said no. That would’ve been the wise thing. But the way his eyes held mine, the easy confidence he radiated—it was disarming. I shrugged lightly. “And you’re offering?”

“Unless you’d rather sulk in silence,” he teased.

My lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fine. Company it is.”

He gestured with a flourish, mock-bowing as he extended an arm toward his quarters. “After you, princess.”

I laughed despite myself and walked past him, pretending I didn’t notice the way his gaze lingered on me as I moved.

Inside, his room was a mix of immaculate order and subtle chaos. The bed was neatly made, but books and papers were scattered across a desk, and there was a jacket draped carelessly over a chair. It smelled faintly of leather and something darker—something that clung to Enzo’s very skin.

“So,” I said, crossing my arms. “How exactly are you planning to keep me entertained?”

“Games,” he said simply, plopping down on a low couch with casual grace. He leaned back, legs spreading slightly as he gestured for me to sit.

I arched a brow. “Games? What are we, children?”

“Depends on the kind of games you’re thinking about,” he replied smoothly, eyes glinting with mischief.

My pulse skipped, but I masked it with a smirk as I joined him. He reached for a small box tucked under the table, pulling out a deck of cards.

“Cards?” I said incredulously.

“Cards,” he confirmed. “Classic. You can tell a lot about someone by how they play.”

And so we played.

It started innocently enough, laughter filling the space as I lost miserably in the first few rounds. He teased me mercilessly, leaning closer every time he pointed out my mistakes. I shoved his arm at one point, and he only grinned wider.

“You’re terrible at this,” he said, chuckling.

“Or maybe you’re cheating,” I shot back.

He leaned in, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” I whispered, then laughed awkwardly, pulling back before the air between us grew too thick.

Round after round, we bantered, teasing each other like kids sneaking away from responsibility. It felt good—easy, almost carefree.

At one point, I threw down my cards dramatically. “That’s it. I give up. You win.”

“Finally,” he drawled, smirking. “I was beginning to think you were a masochist for punishment.”

I stuck out my tongue at him, and he laughed, the sound low and rich.

That was when the door creaked open.

A maid stepped in, her eyes widening at the sight of us kneeling on the floor surrounded by cards. She blinked rapidly, clearly confused to see Enzo—so often cold, untouchable—sitting cross-legged with me, laughing like a boy caught in mischief.

For a moment, the room was frozen.

The maid stammered. “Forgive me, I—I didn’t mean to intrude. I was told to tidy up—”

Enzo waved her off with a careless flick of his hand. “Then tidy.”

She hesitated, eyes flicking between us again, before bowing slightly and scurrying inside to straighten the already neat space.

I gathered the cards quickly, flustered under her gaze. “Now she thinks we’re… what, playing house?”

Enzo smirked. “Would that bother you?”

“Yes,” I said firmly, though my cheeks betrayed me.

When the maid disappeared into the adjoining room, silence settled again. Heavy, thick, charged. Enzo’s gaze was on me, unrelenting.

“What?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed, but my voice came out softer than I intended.

“Nothing,” he said, though the intensity in his eyes said otherwise. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Except you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

I opened my mouth to snap at him, but before I could, his lips crashed against mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was fierce—hungry. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me into him with a desperation that stole my breath.

For a heartbeat, I froze. Then something in me broke open, and I kissed him back just as fiercely.

The taste of him flooded me, intoxicating and sharp. His lips moved against mine like he owned me, demanding, consuming, and I let him. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.

A muffled gasp escaped me when his tongue slid against mine, and he growled low in his throat as if my surrender pleased him.

We barely noticed when the maid slipped out quietly, her presence forgotten, the door clicking shut behind her.

There was only us now.

He pressed me back onto the couch, his body hovering over mine, the weight of him both suffocating and exhilarating. His hand trailed down my side, fingers brushing against my waist, igniting sparks that made me arch into him.

“Enzo,” I whispered against his mouth, though whether it was protest or plea, I couldn’t tell.

“Say it again,” he murmured, lips brushing mine, voice rough.

“Enzo.”

The way he kissed me after that was devastating—raw and unrestrained. As if he’d been waiting for this moment, starving for it. And the truth was, I hadn’t realized how much I wanted it too until now.

The rest blurred into heat, into breathless gasps and tangled hands, into a dance of desire that neither of us tried to stop. His touch was demanding, claiming, his kisses bruising. I melted under him, consumed by the fire he stoked so easily.

It was reckless. Dangerous. Addictive.

And I didn’t want it to stop.