Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 192

Enzo's POV

I stood in the middle of Lisa’s room, my hands fisted at my sides, the scattered letters between us like venom seeping through the air. I could hardly breathe, the fury in my chest burning hotter with each second I stared at her tear-stained face.

She kept shaking her head, clutching one of the letters, insisting over and over, “I didn’t write him, I didn’t reply, I swear to you!”

But my eyes saw nothing except the damning evidence. The boxes, the seals, the way Bryan’s handwriting knew too much about our world, our defenses, our people.

And for the first time since she’d come into this house, I felt something shatter inside me.

I stepped toward her, each move heavy as stone. Her eyes lifted to me, wide, desperate, pleading for me to believe her. And all I could think about was the last five years—her pain, our lies, the way we all played her, broke her, discarded her.

My hand shot out and gripped her shoulders hard enough she winced. My voice came out low, rough, almost trembling with the weight of what I was about to say.

“Is this it, Lisa? Is this how you get back at us?” I asked, staring into her eyes like I could pull the truth out of her soul. “For what we did to you five years ago—did you decide the lives of my people were fair payment?”

Her lips parted in shock, her whole body stiffening beneath my grip. The hurt in her eyes sliced at me, but my fury drowned the sting.

“You could hate me all you want,” I growled, my face inches from hers, “but why drag innocent lives into it? Why risk our people, our children? Why—”

The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the air like thunder.

She’d slapped me.

Hard.

My head jerked slightly from the force, and for a moment, the entire world went silent. My jaw clenched, the sting burning across my cheek. I turned back slowly, eyes narrowing at her as she stood there, chest heaving, tears streaming but her hand still lifted from the strike.

“How dare you?” she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with rage and heartbreak all at once. “How dare you look at me and think I’d ever risk them? After everything? After I’ve bled for your people, healed your wounded, carried your children—how dare you?”

The words punched through me harder than her slap, but before I could even speak, before I could force a reply through the storm twisting in my chest, the door burst open.

“ENZO!” Ash’s voice was raw, breaking with panic. He stumbled in, his chest heaving as if he’d sprinted the whole length of the estate. “We’ve been invaded—the rogues—our northern bridge is down! They’re pouring in!”

The room spun, everything dropping away except his words.

Invaded. Bridge broken. Rogues inside.

I snapped my head toward Lisa, just for a heartbeat, her tear-streaked face staring back at me. I shook my head once—disappointed, broken, too full of fury to find words—then turned away.

“Atlas! Kael!” I barked.

They were already moving, their faces grim, eyes flashing with the same fire that burned in my veins. Ash was halfway back out the door before I could even grab my blade from the table.

We stormed into the hallway, my stride long, fast, the rage inside me coiled now into something sharper, deadlier. My pack was under attack. My people were bleeding, maybe dying. There was no room for heartbreak, no space for doubt. Only war.

Behind me, Atlas snarled, his voice a growl echoing through the walls. “How the hell did they break the bridge? That’s fortified—”

“We’ll find out after,” I snapped, already reaching the stairwell. “Right now, we kill every last one of them before they touch another soul in this house.”

Kael’s fists were clenched, his shoulders tense. “They timed this. Someone fed them that route.”

The words sliced, unspoken accusations heavy between us. My teeth ground together, but I didn’t answer. Not here. Not yet.

We broke into the courtyard, the night air thick with smoke and the sharp tang of blood already carried on the wind. Shouts rang in the distance, steel clashing, wolves snarling in the dark. The torches lining the walls flickered wildly as men rushed to meet the oncoming tide.

I drew my blade in one smooth motion, the weight familiar, grounding me. My blood boiled hotter, but this heat was one I welcomed—it meant I was ready.

Ash came up at my side, his face pale but his eyes locked with mine. “Orders?”

“Hold the eastern flank,” I barked, already moving toward the north gate. “Atlas, Kael, you’re with me. No one breaches further. We push them back, break their lines, and burn them down to ash.”

Ash nodded once, already shifting, his wolf bursting forth in a flash of fur and muscle before he sprinted toward the east.

Atlas cracked his knuckles, his grin sharp, dangerous. “About time we spill some rogue blood.”

Kael just grunted, his eyes burning with the same fury I felt clawing inside me.

We hit the northern wall just as the first wave broke through. Rogues, wild-eyed and foaming at the mouth, scrambled over the shattered remains of the wooden bridge. Blood already stained the dirt where some of our guards had fallen.

“Kill them all,” I snarled, leaping into the fray.

My blade sang through the air, cutting the first rogue down before he even reached me. Another lunged, claws flashing, but I drove my fist into his jaw, the crunch of bone snapping under the force. Atlas barreled past me, slamming two rogues into the ground, his laughter savage as he crushed one’s skull beneath his boot.

Kael moved like fire, fast, lethal, his strikes precise as he cut through anyone stupid enough to get close.

The battlefield roared, filled with snarls, screams, and the endless clash of steel.

I fought like a man possessed, every swing of my sword fueled by the fury that still burned from Lisa’s slap, from the look in her eyes, from the damn letters. Each rogue that fell beneath me was a release, a way to silence the storm clawing inside.

But no matter how many I cut down, no matter how much blood splattered across my skin, her voice echoed in my skull.

“How dare you?”

Her slap still burned on my cheek.

And I hated more than anything that a part of me… believed her.