Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 210

Irene's POV

I could feel the walls of the council room shaking from the sounds of the battle outside. Each distant crash and shout sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear that kept me tense—it was calculation. I had seen Bryan falter, his pride and rage cracking under Enzo’s relentless assault. I had watched as his forces crumbled, piece by piece, and I knew I had to act before our plans collapsed entirely.

Bryan was too predictable. He always had a plan, a strategy, a scheme, but when it came to emotion, he was reckless. And right now, he was blinded by desperation, chasing after what he thought he could control—Lisa. He had never truly understood her, never understood the kind of power she held, and how dangerous she could be when cornered. That was my advantage. That was my leverage.

I stepped back from the window, observing the chaos with sharp, measured eyes. Guards ran past, shouting orders, their voices carrying across the hallways, but none of them noticed my movements. I had prepared for this for months, waiting for the right moment. I moved toward the small cabinet I kept in my room, fingers brushing over the cold metal vial I had hidden beneath false compartments. The syringe next to it gleamed under the flickering torchlight.

I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar thrill of control course through me. Bryan might have been losing, but I wasn’t. I had the one piece no one else could touch—the omega. Lisa.

I slid the vial from the cabinet, inspecting the contents. The injection was a concoction I had perfected over weeks. It was fast-acting, rendering its victim unconscious, while ensuring they wouldn’t awaken for hours unless specifically countered. The perfect tool to manipulate the battlefield in my favor. My lips curved into a smile.

I was careful, deliberate. Every motion had to be precise; any misstep could ruin everything. I tucked the vial and syringe into my pocket and left my quarters, moving with quiet grace through the corridors. My guards followed at a distance, obedient and trained to respond to my slightest command. No one stopped me, no one questioned me, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

The dungeon was silent, oppressive. The torches lining the walls flickered against the stone, casting grotesque shadows that danced across the floors. I paused outside the heavy door, listening. I could hear faint rustling, the subtle sounds of Lisa breathing. She was always so confident, so defiant, even when trapped. That defiance, I reminded myself, made her all the more vulnerable.

I pushed the door open, the hinges groaning softly. Lisa was seated, bound to a chair, her head lifted slightly, eyes scanning the shadows, aware of every sound. She was beautiful, even in her captivity, radiating a strength and light that somehow infuriated me more than anything. She had to be removed. Removed before she could interfere with what was mine.

“Hello, Lisa,” I said, stepping into the room, keeping my voice deceptively calm.

Her eyes narrowed, recognizing me immediately. “Irene,” she spat, voice laced with venom, “I should’ve known you’d show up.”

I let out a soft laugh, moving closer. “Oh, I’m not just showing up, dear. I’m taking action. You see, your friends out there? They may win the battle, but the war… the war isn’t over.”

Lisa’s chest heaved, defiance clear even though she was weakened, restrained. “You’ll never… get away with this,” she hissed.

I crouched slightly, bringing myself to her level, syringe in hand. “I already have.”

Before she could react, I injected the solution into her arm. Her body stiffened, her struggle intensifying for a few seconds before her muscles relaxed, her head lolled back slightly, and her eyes began to close.

“No!” she tried to shout, but her voice faded into a weak whisper.

I watched her fall limp, a sense of triumph swelling in my chest. “Sleep tight, dear omega,” I whispered, almost tenderly, though my words held a cold finality. “You’ll wake when I decide it’s time.”

My guards stepped forward immediately, securing her carefully. She was heavy, but we managed efficiently, moving her through the shadows, away from the prying eyes and ears of Enzo’s pack. I had memorized every corridor, every hidden passage, every tunnel that led beneath the pack’s stronghold. I had studied their movements, anticipated their defenses, and I had the advantage of knowing a secret passage no one else did.

We moved quickly, silently. Every guard obeyed without hesitation, sensing my fury and the importance of the task. The tunnel was narrow and damp, the air thick with the scent of earth and stone, but I paid it no mind. My focus was on Lisa and what her absence would mean. Once she was gone, once she was out of Enzo’s reach, the balance of power would shift in ways they couldn’t even imagine.

Carrying her was not difficult; the guards were strong, and I directed their movements with precision. Her body was light, almost fragile in my hands, though I made sure they handled her gently enough to prevent injury, knowing that even the slightest harm could alert Enzo to my interference.

The tunnel seemed endless, twisting beneath the stronghold, but I knew every inch. At several points, I paused to ensure we weren’t being followed, listening intently for any sounds of pursuit. None came. Not yet.

Finally, we reached the exit I had chosen weeks prior—a hidden access point that led outside the boundaries of the pack, into the abandoned outskirts that no one frequented. The air was fresher here, cooler, carrying the scent of damp soil and distant trees. I took a moment to allow my eyes to adjust, ensuring the path ahead was clear.

“Careful,” I ordered my guards, “make sure she doesn’t wake prematurely.”

We moved her cautiously into the shadows beyond the exit. I could see the faint outlines of the surrounding forest, and the cool night air brushed against my skin. We were in the clear for now. Once she was moved to the safehouse, there would be no immediate way for Enzo or his brothers to track her. Not without me revealing the secret I had carefully guarded for months.

The guards placed her gently on the makeshift stretcher I had prepared, covering her with a dark cloak to prevent anyone from recognizing her if by some chance we were seen. Her breathing was steady, shallow, as the serum kept her unconscious. Perfect.

I stepped back, surveying the operation with satisfaction. Every detail had been executed flawlessly. The chaos of the ongoing war outside would cover our retreat, the screams and the gunfire ensuring that no one would question the sudden disappearance of the omega.

Once we were far enough from the stronghold, I ordered the guards to move her deeper into the forest, where a hidden safehouse awaited. The journey was tense but efficient; I kept my focus sharp, aware that any mistake could cost everything.

When we arrived, I carefully moved her into the center of the safehouse, laying her down on a reinforced bed I had prepared in advance. The room was small, fortified, and stocked with everything she would need, albeit unconscious. I inspected her condition, ensuring the serum had done its work properly.

“Sleep well, Lisa,” I murmured, almost softly, though my tone carried an edge of warning. “You will wake, but not when you think. And when you do… you’ll be in my control.”

I allowed myself a moment to relish the triumph, to savor the knowledge that I had outmaneuvered Enzo and his brothers, that I had taken the one piece that could shift the battle in my favor. For the first time in months, I felt truly untouchable.

The guards stationed themselves around the safehouse, vigilant and ready to defend against any intruders. I knew Enzo would eventually realize she was gone, but by then it would be too late. He would rage, he would storm the forest, he would search tirelessly—and he would fail.

I stepped back, watching Lisa’s still form, the serum’s effect keeping her suspended between consciousness and sleep. My mind raced with possibilities, plans branching out in every direction. With her in my control, I could manipulate Enzo, control the outcome of the war, and bend the situation to my advantage.

Finally, I allowed myself to relax, though only slightly. I had achieved what I set out to do, and nothing—no pack, no alpha, no interference—could take that victory from me. The war might be raging outside, but within these walls, within this hidden fortress, I had the upper hand.

And Lisa… she was mine, temporarily subdued but alive, and that gave me all the power I needed.

I looked at her one last time before stepping back into the shadows. The guards followed, moving silently to their positions, securing the perimeter. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, carrying with it the faint echoes of battle, but inside, I had achieved complete control.