Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 159

Lisa's POV

I woke up that morning with a sour taste in my mouth. My head was spinning a little, and the moment I sat up, my stomach churned. I pressed my hand against my lips and stayed still for a few seconds, waiting for the wave of nausea to pass.

"Ugh, what the hell," I whispered under my breath, dragging myself slowly to the edge of the bed.

The air in my room was light, the curtains gently swaying with the morning breeze, but even that felt irritating. Every little thing—the sound of birds outside, the faint scent of roses drifting from the garden—it all grated on my senses. My body felt strange, like it was no longer mine.

I forced myself to stand, holding my stomach, and shuffled toward the door. Maybe some water or tea would help settle me. By the time I reached the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked bread hit my nose. Normally, I loved bread in the mornings—it was warm, comforting—but today, the scent made bile rise up my throat.

I quickly grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water, gulping it down. It cooled me a bit, but not enough. My hands were trembling. I leaned on the counter, staring at the loaf of bread and then the fruits placed neatly in a basket. Even the sight of apples and oranges made me feel sick.

"Get it together, Lisa," I muttered, clutching the edge of the counter.

But it wasn’t just nausea. My whole body felt… off. Heavy yet restless. My heart pounded faster than usual.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I made my way to the infirmary. The healer there, a calm older woman with soft eyes, looked up in surprise when I stepped in.

"You don’t look well," she said immediately, motioning me to sit.

"I feel awful," I admitted, slumping into the chair. "My stomach is turning, everything smells disgusting, and I feel like my body is not mine today."

She nodded, her hands gentle as she checked my pulse, then asked me a few questions. I answered distractedly, because deep inside, I already feared she would tell me something unusual. She took longer than expected, examining me with narrowed eyes, before finally stepping back with the faintest smile on her face.

"Lisa," she said carefully, "you’re not sick. You’re pregnant."

The words hit me like a thunderclap.

For a second, I just sat there, staring blankly. Then it registered, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"Preg… pregnant?" My voice cracked as my hand instinctively went to my stomach.

"Yes," the healer said with a nod, still smiling. "About six weeks, I’d say. The symptoms make sense now—the nausea, the irritability with smells. It’s natural."

My lips trembled. A warmth spread through me, washing away the nausea, the discomfort, the heaviness. Suddenly, I was light as air. Pregnant. I was carrying life inside me.

Tears welled in my eyes, not of sadness but pure joy. I pressed both hands to my belly, whispering, "I’m… I’m going to be a mother."

The healer gave me a moment, watching with knowing eyes. "Congratulations. Take care of yourself. You’ll need more rest now, and I’ll prepare some herbs to help with the morning sickness."

I barely heard the rest. My mind was already racing ahead. Enzo. I had to tell him. He had to know.

Enzo would be thrilled—he had to be. The thought of carrying his child filled me with pride. I wanted to see his expression, hear his voice, feel his arms around me when he realized we were going to have a family.

I stood abruptly, thanking the healer over my shoulder, and almost ran out of the infirmary. My heart was pounding from excitement this time, not nausea.

First, I rushed to his room. I flung the door open only to find it empty. The bed was neatly made, the room silent. My excitement didn’t dim, though—I knew exactly where else he could be. His office.

I hurried down the hallway, barely noticing the servants I passed. Some looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I had tears streaming down my face and a glowing smile. But I didn’t care. My mind was only on Enzo.

When I reached his office door, I paused for a second, catching my breath. My hand hovered over the knob. My lips curved in a trembling smile. "He’s going to be so happy," I whispered to myself.

I gripped the knob firmly, ready to push it open, but then… voices.

I froze.

Enzo’s voice. Familiar, deep, commanding—but softer than usual, almost amused. And then… Atlas. And Ash. And Kael.

Why were they all in there?

I leaned closer, pressing my ear to the door. At first, it was just muffled words, laughter. Then one sentence cut through, sharp, clear, and enough to make my stomach drop.

"I’m still shocked Lisa hasn’t realized she hasn’t only been sleeping with me," Enzo said, his tone laced with mocking disbelief. "It’s been all four of us for five months now."

My blood ran cold.

What?

My hand slipped from the knob, trembling violently. I felt like the ground beneath me had tilted, like the entire world shifted cruelly.

Ash’s laughter followed. "She’s so clueless. Honestly, I don’t know how she hasn’t caught on."

Atlas added in his usual sly tone, "It’s almost too easy. She never notices the differences—voice, touch, nothing. She just gives herself over without question."

And then Kael, his voice biting with humor: "Her brain must be a playground. Imagine thinking she’s clever, but not even realizing four identical men are sharing her bed. She makes it far too simple for us."

The room erupted in their laughter, each of them taking turns adding details—how they had touched me, how I had responded, how blind I had been.

My hands flew to my ears. "No… no, no, no," I whispered, tears spilling uncontrollably.

I staggered back from the door, my vision blurring. My chest heaved, the joy from earlier crumbling into dust. Pregnant. I had been so excited to tell Enzo—so proud—and now… who was the father?

The betrayal was a knife twisting inside me.

I turned and ran. My legs barely carried me as I stumbled back to my room, clutching my stomach protectively. My baby. My baby. Tears blurred everything as sobs ripped from my throat.

The servants I passed looked at me, startled, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away. To hide. To curl up and let the storm consume me.

When I slammed the door to my room shut, I collapsed on the floor, hugging myself, crying so hard it hurt. The walls seemed to echo with their laughter, their mocking words replaying in my head.

How could they? How could Enzo? How could all of them?

I pressed my forehead to the cold floor, sobbing. My hands instinctively wrapped around my stomach again. "I’m so sorry," I whispered to the child inside me. "I’m so, so sorry…"

The nausea came back stronger, but this time it wasn’t from pregnancy. It was from heartbreak, betrayal, and the cruel shattering of everything I thought was real.

And for the first time, I wished I hadn’t gone to that office door.