Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 219

Lisa's POV

I knew something was wrong the moment the guards dragged me from the black room. My body was weak, still aching from the last time I’d tried to fight the bindings of the circle. My wrists burned where ropes had rubbed my skin raw, but worse than that was the hollowness inside me—like part of my strength had already been stolen, pulled away piece by piece while I wasn’t looking.

The air shifted the deeper they dragged me into the cavern. It smelled of smoke and something metallic, sharp enough to sting my nose. Torches lined the walls, their flames dancing wildly as though the cave itself trembled in anticipation. I kicked, thrashed, tried to plant my heels into the ground, but their grip on my arms was like iron.

“No!” My voice cracked as I tried to jerk free. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

They ignored me. Their faces were cold, void of any sympathy, like men long stripped of human feeling. My cries meant nothing to them.

The passage widened suddenly, and I was pulled into a massive chamber. My heart sank at the sight. The ground was covered in carvings—symbols etched deep into the stone, glowing faintly with a sickly green light. Circles within circles, each connected by jagged lines that pulsed as though alive. At the center stood Malrik, cloaked in black, his silver eyes gleaming with an unnatural light that made my stomach twist.

“No… no, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head violently as they forced me forward.

Malrik raised a hand, and the guards shoved me hard to my knees within the largest circle. My palms slapped against the cold stone, and instantly I felt it—the pull, the strange sucking force that clung to my skin, tugging at me, searching for something buried deep inside.

He smiled, slow and deliberate. “At last.” His voice was rich, ancient, layered with a weight that made my bones vibrate. “The healer’s blood, ready to serve its purpose.”

“I’m not yours!” I spat, struggling against the invisible pressure locking me in place. “I’ll never be yours!”

His laughter echoed off the stone walls, cruel and cold. “You say that now, child. But by the time I’m finished, you’ll beg to give me what I desire.”

He lifted his hands, palms outward, and the symbols around me flared to life. The light surged up the lines, searing bright green until it burned into my eyes. Pain exploded in my chest as something ripped at me from the inside, clawing at my very core.

I screamed. The sound was raw, ripped from my lungs before I could stop it. My hands clutched at the ground, nails scraping against the carvings until they broke and bled, but the pain didn’t stop. It wasn’t physical alone—it was deeper, a tearing at my very essence.

“Do you feel it?” Malrik’s voice boomed over my screams. “The healer’s gift… fighting to stay within you. It resists because it knows its true master. It belongs to me.”

“No!” I gasped, choking on sobs. “It’s mine! You can’t—”

But the force inside me surged harder, pulling, draining. My veins felt as if they were filled with fire, my skin burning from the inside out. Every time I tried to resist, the circle tightened its hold, dragging more of my strength away.

I could see faint wisps of light rising from my body, threads of energy that glowed faintly gold before twisting into the green runes below. My power—my very life—was being stripped from me, siphoned into his ritual.

“Stop!” I shrieked, my body jerking violently. “Please, stop!”

Malrik stepped closer, his cloak whispering against the stone. He crouched before me, his hand reaching out. Fingers cold as death pressed against my forehead, and instantly the pain doubled. My scream echoed so loud it hurt my own ears.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Fight me. Fight me harder. The more you resist, the more I will take.”

I sobbed, tears streaming hot down my face. My body convulsed as the circle pulled another surge of energy free, leaving me gasping, hollow. Every breath felt like knives tearing through my chest. My vision blurred, spots of white dancing before my eyes.

“Why me?” I choked, the words barely a whisper through the pain. “Why… why are you doing this to me?”

He leaned closer, his breath cold against my cheek. “Because you were born to serve me. The healer’s blood was never meant to heal the weak. It was meant to restore me, to bring me back to power.” His grin widened, grotesque. “Your pain is the beginning of my ascension.”

I thrashed, my knees scraping raw against the stone. My wrists bled from the ropes that had been left tied even as I fought. “I won’t! I won’t give it to you!”

He raised his hand again, and the light surged. A jolt of agony ripped through me, so violent I thought my bones would shatter. My scream broke into a hoarse cry, the sound echoing endlessly.

The cavern itself seemed to hum with the ritual, the walls vibrating as if alive. Shadows danced wildly in the corners, twisting into monstrous shapes. My body slumped forward, trembling uncontrollably, but the circle wouldn’t let me collapse completely. It held me upright, forcing me to endure.

“I will break you,” Malrik said calmly, his silver eyes gleaming brighter. “You can scream, you can curse, but in the end, you will give me everything.”

Something inside me snapped—not my body, not my power, but my heart. A sob tore free, louder than the screams, full of despair. “You’ll never have me. Never.”

He tilted his head, as if amused. “We shall see.”

The pressure increased again, and I felt myself slipping. My thoughts scattered, my body heavy, my soul stretched thin like it might tear apart entirely. I clung to the only thing I had left—my will, my refusal to surrender.

Every ounce of me screamed in agony, but I refused to beg.

Even as the ritual tore me apart, even as Malrik fed on my suffering, I held onto that one truth: he could take my power, he could drain my strength, but he would never own me.

Not while I could still scream.

So I screamed until my throat tore, until my vision went black, until there was nothing left but pain and the sound of my own defiance echoing back at me.

And still, I did not yield.