Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 232

Enzo's POV

The world dissolved into red.

My bones cracked as I shifted, tearing through flesh until the beast in me stood unleashed. My Lycan wolf stretched to full height, towering, every muscle pulsing with fury, every claw dripping with the promise of blood. My roar thundered through the air, shaking walls, splitting the silence into shards. There was no hesitation. No restraint. Only the primal command of war screaming through me.

The guards rushed at me, their weapons glinting under the dim torches. Fools. Their blades could not pierce me. Their courage could not save them. I lunged forward, claws slashing through armor and flesh with equal ease. The first one fell with his throat ripped open, his scream cut short. The second was crushed beneath my weight, his ribs snapping like brittle twigs as I slammed him into the stone floor.

Blood sprayed across my fur, warm, sticky, but it only fueled me. I tore through them one by one, every strike brutal, final. Their cries echoed but I didn’t falter. My rage burned hotter than their fear. The ground became slick with their bodies, the metallic stench of death heavy in the air.

Still, they came. Lines of them, desperate, reckless, charging into the maw of their own deaths. My claws danced, my fangs tore, my body moved like the storm I had become. Some begged for mercy as they stumbled back, but mercy was a luxury I had no intention of offering. Not when Lisa’s screams still echoed in my skull.

And then I heard it—his voice. Malrik.

It slid into my head like oil on water, thick, foul, invading what was mine.

“Your mate is mine now, Enzo,” he hissed. “Her screams feed me. Her power bends to me. Every breath she takes belongs to me.”

I roared, shaking my head violently, trying to force his venomous words out. But they clung to me, binding, twisting. Images burst behind my eyes—Lisa writhing in pain, her body carved with his cursed symbols, her life pouring into his greedy hands.

It shattered me.

My claws slammed into the wall, stone splintering under my force. I could feel myself unraveling, rage drowning me, dragging me into madness. I wanted to tear everything apart, to run wild until nothing stood. My vision blurred crimson. My breaths came ragged, unsteady.

No. Pull it together.

I clutched at the bond, the one tether that had always kept me from falling. My children. Their scent still lingered in my fur, their little hands still trembling in mine before I left them behind. Their eyes had burned with terror, but also with faith. Faith that I would protect them.

I couldn’t let Malrik’s poison win. I couldn’t run wild and abandon them.

I forced myself to focus, dragging the madness back under control, clenching it in chains forged from sheer will. My growl rumbled deep, steady this time. He would not take Lisa. He would not break me.

I turned and found Ash’s second in command hovering near the children at the rear lines, shielding them as best he could. The little ones clung to one another, their powers sparking uncontrolled in their fear. Elias’s hands trembled, sparks of light flickering in his palms. Aria’s eyes burned blue like dying flames. Lyra clutched Kael’s arm as if to anchor herself.

I knelt before them, blood still dripping from my claws, my beast still straining under my skin. “Stay here,” I rasped, forcing my voice steady. “Do not move until I come for you. Do you hear me?”

They nodded, fear thick in their gazes, but they obeyed. Elias stepped forward, though, his little hand brushing mine. “Bring her back, Papa. Please.”

The plea nearly broke me. I lowered my head, pressing my snout briefly against his shoulder. Then I rose, turning back toward the path. My path.

The ritual chamber loomed ahead, its entrance guarded by Malrik’s last line of warriors. He had pulled his strongest around him, thinking they could delay me.

I bared my fangs. “Wrong choice.”

The battle was brutal, but brief. These were not cowards; they fought with skill, with strength, with desperation. But none of it mattered. Not against the storm I had become. My claws tore through shields, my jaws snapped bones, my fists crushed skulls. One after another they fell, screaming, until silence devoured the hall once more.

I stood among their corpses, chest heaving, blood soaking my fur. My claws dripped, my body trembled, but my eyes burned with only one vision.

The chamber door.

I shoved it open with a snarl, the hinges screaming as stone and wood splintered.

And there he was.

Malrik stood over her, robes drenched in blood, his hands glowing with sickly black light. His face twisted with rage at the interruption, his eyes burning like coals in the dark.

And Lisa—my Lisa.

My heart shattered at the sight. She was bound in the center of the ritual circle, her skin marked with runes carved deep, glowing faintly as her life force was drained. Her body convulsed, her face twisted in agony, sweat and tears streaming down. Her lips moved, whispering my name even in her torment.

I stumbled forward, my knees weak for the first time in this war. “Lisa…”

Malrik’s laughter cut through the chamber, harsh and mocking. “You’re too late, Alpha. She’s already mine. Her power will finish binding to me, and you’ll watch her die screaming.”

I roared, the sound tearing from my chest like thunder, shaking the walls. “You will not touch her again!”

He raised his hand, and the air thickened with dark power, choking, pressing against me. My claws scraped the ground as I fought against it, every step like moving through quicksand. He was strong. Stronger than any enemy I had faced.

But I was not fighting for glory. I was not fighting for myself. I was fighting for her.

Every step I forced forward was for the nights Lisa had lain in my arms, her laughter warming my chest. For the children who bore our blood, waiting for their mother’s return. For the bond that no magic could sever.

Malrik sneered, voice slithering into my mind again. “She screams sweetest when she thinks of you, Alpha. Her despair feeds me more than her power.”

I snapped, my fury exploding. My body surged, my wolf fully in command, every muscle snapping with brutal strength. The magic pressing me down shattered under my roar, and I launched forward, claws bared.

He blocked with a wall of darkness, but my strike split it like paper. The chamber shook as we collided, his magic against my claws, light and shadow tearing into each other. Sparks flew, the ground cracked, the air vibrated with violence.

I could barely breathe, my chest burning, but I pushed harder, step by step forcing him back. “You will not take her from me!”

Behind him, Lisa moaned, her voice weak but clear. “Enzo…”

Her voice was my anchor, my fire, my salvation.

I roared again, tearing through the last of his shield, my claws inches from his throat. He stumbled, rage twisting his face, but I didn’t let up. Not this time. Not when she was bleeding before me.

The fight wasn’t over. Not yet. But for the first time since stepping into this cursed fortress, I felt it—the shift of power.

He wasn’t the only predator in this room.

I was.

And I would kill him or die with my claws at his throat.