Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 221

Enzo's POV

I sat in my study, unable to concentrate on the papers scattered across the desk. Reports, maps, and lists of names blurred together before my eyes, none of it important compared to the storm raging inside me. I hadn’t slept in days, not since the whispers of betrayal, not since Lisa vanished. My wolf clawed at the inside of my chest, restless, furious, demanding blood and answers.

The sound of movement stirred me. Ash, Atlas, and Kael stood with me, silent sentinels, waiting for the children to stir. They were sprawled on the long couches in the sitting room now, breathing steadily, their small chests rising and falling as though they were ordinary five-year-olds. But there was nothing ordinary about them anymore. Not after what I had witnessed.

I rubbed my temples, leaning forward, elbows digging into the table. My heart hammered as though it already knew what was coming when their bodies finally shifted, and their eyes fluttered open.

It began with Elias. His lashes twitched, and when his eyes opened, I saw myself in them, the stormy gray that carried my blood. He sat up abruptly, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow.

“Father—” His voice cracked, trembling. He stumbled from the couch and ran straight into my arms. I caught him, pulling him tight against me, his little body shivering like he’d stepped out into a blizzard.

“Easy, son. You’re safe.” I whispered, but my words did nothing to calm the terror radiating from him.

Lyra was next. She jerked awake with a strangled gasp, her violet eyes glowing faintly, unnatural and powerful. Atlas rushed to her side, but she didn’t stop until she crossed the room, throwing herself at me and Elias. Her hands clutched at my shirt, trembling, her breath shallow.

Then Aria bolted upright, her sapphire gaze wide, shimmering as if reflecting the night sky itself. She cried out, a desperate sound, before Ash scooped her up. But even in his arms she twisted, breaking free to reach me. She clung to my leg, pressing her face into it, whispering, “Make it stop, please, make it stop.”

Kael’s son, the little one bearing his father’s name, woke last. He didn’t scream or shake at first. He simply sat up, his dark eyes empty, distant, staring into nothing. Then, as if a dam shattered inside him, he staggered forward and collapsed against me with the others. His body was stiff, but his hands clung to my arm so tightly I could feel the bones in his small fingers straining.

One by one, they gathered around me, trembling, shivering, whispering things that froze my blood in my veins.

“I saw her,” Elias murmured, voice hoarse. He buried his face against my chest. “I saw Mama. She’s hurt. She’s screaming, Father. She’s in pain.”

My lungs constricted, my heart skipping a beat. My arms tightened around him. “What do you mean you saw her? In a dream?”

He shook his head violently. “No. Not a dream. With this.” He raised his hand. It trembled, glowing faintly, threads of light wrapping around his small palm. “I can find her. I can track her.” His words were desperate, urgent. “I know where she is, Father. I can take you there.”

Lyra’s hand clutched mine, her violet eyes glowing brighter with every second. “He’s right,” she whispered, voice trembling. “She’s in pain. I feel it too. Like someone is pulling her apart. I can hear her crying, calling for you. For us.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “We can’t leave her there.”

Aria sobbed into my leg, her tiny fingers digging into me. “They’re waiting,” she cried. “The bad man is waiting for the full red moon. I saw it in the sky, red and burning. He wants her power. He wants all of it. I can stop him, Father. I can make the sky fight him. I can call the storm. But Mama—Mama is scared.” Her little body trembled as though she were freezing, though sweat covered her forehead.

I swallowed hard, holding onto them all as their words slammed into me like blades. Malrik. It had to be him. My hands curled into fists against the children’s backs, rage boiling hot in my chest.

Kael, the boy, finally spoke. His voice was low, eerie, as if something far older whispered through him. “She can’t hold on much longer. If you wait, she will break.” He lifted his head, eyes unfocused. “But I can help. I can smash everything in his path. I can make him bleed.”

Their fathers stood frozen. Ash’s arms trembled as he stared at his daughter. Atlas’s face was pale, his lips pressed tightly together. Kael’s eyes widened, reflecting his son’s words with a mixture of horror and pride.

I pulled back, looking at them all. My chest ached, my breath uneven, but my voice came out sharp, steady. “Listen to me, all of you. You’re safe now. No one will hurt you here. But your mother—your mother needs us.”

Elias lifted his glowing hand higher. “I can show you where she is, Father. Just say the word. I’ll take you to her.”

Lyra’s small hands clutched mine tighter. “We can help too. We’re not weak.”

Aria looked up at me, eyes wet, but burning with strange power. “I’ll fight for her.”

Kael’s boy only nodded, silent, his body pressed close, rigid with determination.

I closed my eyes, forcing down the surge of emotion threatening to drown me. They were children. My children. They should not have to bear this weight, not at five years old. Yet here they were, trembling but unbroken, each of them carrying power that should not exist in ones so young.

Ash finally spoke, his voice hoarse. “Enzo… this isn’t normal. This—this is beyond anything the healers have seen.”

“Normal?” I snapped, my eyes flashing open. My wolf rose with my anger. “Do you see what’s happening? Do you hear them? Lisa is being torn apart while we stand here talking about normality.”

Kael placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll fight for her, brother. But we must think clearly. If this is Malrik’s work, rushing blindly will play into his hands.”

Atlas nodded grimly. “The children’s powers… they may be the key. But we must be careful. They cannot be used recklessly.”

I looked down at Elias, at Lyra, at Aria, at Kael’s boy. Their faces were streaked with tears, but their eyes were resolute. They weren’t asking for permission—they were declaring war with me.

I pressed my lips to Elias’s hair, then lifted my head. “Then we prepare. No more hesitation. No more waiting.”

The room erupted into motion.

Elias clung to me as he whispered, “I’ll find her. I’ll guide you to her.” His glow grew brighter, threads of light spreading across his small body.

Lyra wriggled free from Atlas’s grasp, moving toward the long table. She picked up herbs and vials, her tiny hands working as though guided by something beyond her years. She began mixing them, crushing leaves, pouring powders, her voice low. “Drink this, Father. All of you. It will strengthen you. You’re not fighting ordinary wolves. This is different. You’ll need this to survive.”

Atlas froze, watching her. “How—how do you know what to do?”

“I just know,” she whispered, not looking up. Her eyes glowed brighter, her movements precise, unwavering.

Aria’s gaze shifted toward the window. The curtains fluttered though the air was still. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, though the sky outside was clear. She turned to Ash. “I can call the storm, Papa. When the moon turns red, I’ll make the sky fight for Mama. I’ll drown them in rain and lightning.”

Ash’s throat bobbed as he stared at her. He knelt, pressing his forehead to hers. “Don’t push yourself too hard, little one.”

Kael’s boy walked stiffly to the weapons rack, his tiny hand brushing against blades larger than him. The air around him crackled, and with each step, the wood beneath his feet splintered. He placed his hand on a dagger, and the metal groaned, as if reacting to his energy.

Kael rushed forward, grabbing his shoulders. “Slowly, son. Don’t destroy yourself.”

The boy only lifted his empty gaze to his father. “I will crush them. For Mama. For Elias’s mother. For all of us.”

I stood in the center, watching them. My chest swelled with pride and fear, rage and resolve. They were children. But they were also warriors forged by fate.

I turned to my brothers. “Prepare the soldiers. Ready every blade, every claw. War is here.”

The children looked up at me, eyes glowing with unearthly light.

And for the first time, I didn’t see helpless five-year-olds. I saw the future.

And I swore I would burn the world itself to bring Lisa back.