Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 160

Lisa's pov

The sun hadn’t yet fully risen when I woke, the early light filtering through the curtains and landing softly on the floor. My head still throbbed slightly, a dull reminder of the previous night’s haze, though I didn’t remember most of it. My mind, however, wasn’t on lingering aches—it was on escape.

I sat up quickly, feeling a surge of urgency. Every beat of my heart was telling me I had to move, to do something before it became impossible. I grabbed my phone, fumbling with it for a second before remembering. Calla. She was the only person I could trust right now. I had to reach her first.

Sliding my feet into slippers, I hurried through the quiet halls of the pack, making sure not to wake anyone. My mind raced as I rehearsed my words, though I knew they’d probably come out a mess anyway. Calla had always been calm, steady, a grounding force, and I needed that steadiness now more than ever.

I found her in the kitchen, moving quietly among the cupboards and arranging small things with the care she always carried. Her gaze lifted, warm and slightly amused. “Lisa,” she said softly. “Up early, aren’t you?”

“I need your help,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “I need… I need Fiona’s number. The one she left when she visited.”

Calla’s eyebrows rose, but she didn’t hesitate. “You’re serious?” she asked gently, sensing the urgency behind my voice.

“Yes,” I said, nodding quickly. “I can’t… I just need to talk to her. Please, Calla.”

She sighed softly, reaching for a small notebook where she kept contacts and notes. “Here,” she said, handing me a slip of paper with Fiona’s number scrawled neatly across it. “Be careful, Lisa.”

“I will,” I said, gripping the paper tightly like a lifeline. My hands were shaking slightly, my chest tight, but I felt a small spark of hope flicker inside me.

I ran to a quiet corner and dialed the number, the phone barely ringing before Fiona answered.

“Lisa?” Fiona’s voice was startled, warm, and concerned all at once.

“I… Fiona,” I began, tears threatening to spill. “I… I need to run away. Please, I don’t know what else to do.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, then Fiona’s voice softened. “Shh… it’s okay. Breathe. Tell me exactly what’s happening.”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “I… I can’t explain everything, but I can’t stay here. I need… I need to leave for a little while, at least. I just… I need you to help me plan it. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” Fiona said, calm and methodical, the kind of calm that could anchor me even in the storm raging inside. “We’ll figure this out. You’ll need to pack light. Essentials only, nothing that would draw attention. I can come to the pack tomorrow during visitation hours. We’ll make it look normal, like you’re just… visiting or taking a small break. Can you manage that?”

“Yes,” I said immediately, my voice trembling with relief. “I can. I’ll pack exactly as you say.”

Fiona’s voice softened further. “Lisa… don’t panic. It’s going to be okay. Just follow the plan. I’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, my grip on the phone tightening. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re stronger than you think,” Fiona said, her words like a warm shield. “Just remember to stay calm, and stick to the plan. Everything else will fall into place.”

I hung up slowly, my hands shaking as I placed the phone down. A mix of fear and exhilaration ran through me. This was it. Tomorrow, I would make my move. But first, I had to navigate today. And most importantly… Enzo.

I needed to make sure he wouldn’t suspect anything. Carefully, I smoothed my clothes and headed toward his quarters. My heart raced as I knocked lightly on the door.

“Lisa,” his voice called from inside, calm and deep. “Come in.”

I opened the door, slipping inside, and met his gaze. The moment I did, my chest tightened. He was still as commanding as ever, calm but always holding an intensity that made it hard to breathe around him.

“I… I need your permission,” I began, careful to keep my voice steady despite the tremor I felt inside. “I need to leave the pack tomorrow for a little while. I… I want to try to elevate Fiona’s mood. It will be good for the baby. Please.”

Enzo’s eyes darkened slightly, thoughtful. “Tomorrow? You really want to leave?”

“Yes,” I said, holding his gaze. “Just for a brief moment. I’ll pack lightly. It won’t look suspicious. Please, Enzo.”

He stepped closer, a low rumble in his voice. “Lisa…”

Before he could continue, he moved to close the distance between us, lips hovering near mine. I felt his warmth and the pull of him—always magnetic, always irresistible. My body reacted even as my mind screamed against it.

“I… I have a headache,” I whispered, stepping back quickly, trying to hide the flush creeping up my neck. “I… I’m not feeling well.”

Enzo paused, eyes searching mine. There was a flicker of understanding there, though it didn’t hide the slight disappointment in his expression. “A headache,” he murmured, his voice low and soft. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

He gave a slow nod, though the tension in his jaw didn’t completely fade. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Just… be careful. And make sure you come back.”

“I will,” I whispered, though my heart raced at the thought of having to hide my real intentions.

I left his quarters, trying to steady my breathing. Every step felt like I was walking on a tightrope. I had to appear calm, normal, and completely unsuspecting. The pack’s gaze could be sharp, curious, and unrelenting. I couldn’t afford even a flicker of suspicion.

I made my way to the storage area, beginning to gather the essentials as Fiona had instructed. Clothes, a few small personal items, and necessities—all packed lightly, carefully, inconspicuously. I double-checked everything, making sure it all fit neatly into a small bag.

Every now and then, I paused, listening for footsteps, scanning for any familiar figure that might notice me. My chest tightened each time I imagined being caught. But the thought of freedom, even if temporary, propelled me forward.

By mid-morning, the bag was ready. I leaned against the wall for a moment, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. This was it. Tomorrow, Fiona would arrive, and we would enact our plan. I could barely contain the mix of fear and excitement swirling inside me.

The rest of the day was a delicate balance. I helped Calla with small tasks, interacting with the servants and the pack members, keeping up appearances while my mind was elsewhere. Every glance at Enzo sent a shiver through me, a reminder that the stakes were high, and that I had to be careful not to betray my intentions.

Lunch passed in a blur. I found myself laughing along with others, even teasing some of the younger pack members, but my mind kept wandering back to Fiona’s call and the plan we had laid out. Each step I took, each interaction I had, felt like walking on eggshells.

By afternoon, I found a quiet moment near the garden, watching the sunlight play across the leaves. The world felt both heavy and full of possibility. I could taste the freedom waiting for me, and yet the weight of leaving, even briefly, pressed against my chest.

Calla appeared quietly beside me, her expression calm but knowing. “You’re ready, aren’t you?” she asked softly.

I nodded, gripping the bag I had packed earlier. “Yes. I just… I hope it works. I have to see Fiona tomorrow.”

She placed a hand on my shoulder, steady and reassuring. “It will. You’re careful, smart, and determined. That’s what will get you through. Just remember, keep your actions simple. Don’t draw attention.”

“I’ll do it,” I whispered, feeling the first real surge of confidence in hours. “I have to.”

As the sun began to dip lower, casting long shadows across the pack grounds, I felt the tension of the day pressing down on me. But beneath it all, a flicker of determination burned bright. Tomorrow, Fiona would arrive. Tomorrow, I would take my first real step toward freedom—even if only for a little while.

I returned to Enzo briefly before sunset, making sure to stay calm, measured, and composed. He greeted me with a faint smile, and I returned it, careful not to betray the storm of plans swirling in my mind.

“I’m heading to rest for a bit,” I said casually. “I’m still feeling a little… off from this morning.”

Enzo’s gaze lingered on me, dark and calculating, but he nodded slowly. “Very well. Rest. I’ll be nearby.”

I left his sight, moving back toward my quarters, heart pounding with anticipation, fear, and hope. The night stretched before me, long and quiet, the weight of my plan heavy on my shoulders. But with Fiona’s arrival on the horizon, I knew that the first step toward my escape—and toward reclaiming a small piece of my life—was just hours away.

Even as I lay down to rest, the bag packed and hidden safely, my mind buzzed with thoughts, strategies, and careful rehearsals of tomorrow’s plan. The thrill of possibility mingled with the fear of discovery, and I knew I had to be careful, clever, and fast.

But for the first time in days, I felt the smallest spark of hope. Fiona would come, and with her help, I would finally have a chance to take control of my life, even if only for a little while.