Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 233

Third person POV

The chamber reeked of blood and power. The walls trembled with every strike, every roar, every clash of claw and spell. Enzo, fully transformed into his towering Lycan wolf, circled Malrik with feral eyes burning red, his fangs bared and dripping. Across from him, the ancient wolf cloaked in black magic stood tall, his robes rippling though no wind moved. The ritual circle behind him glowed with sinister energy, Lisa’s bound and bleeding body at its center, her faint gasps barely audible under the weight of the storm building in the room.

“Your struggle is pointless, Alpha,” Malrik spat, his voice carrying through the chamber like venom. “Her screams are my hymns, her blood my ink. And now—your rage will become my power.”

Enzo’s answer was a thunderous roar. He lunged, his claws slicing through the thick air, meeting Malrik’s shield of dark energy head-on. Sparks flew, black colliding with crimson as the ground cracked beneath them. The force of impact shook the stone pillars, dust raining down from the ceiling.

Enzo pressed harder, his claws screeching against the shield. The fury of his wolf surged, his muscles straining with raw force. He felt the shield begin to fracture, little cracks of light splitting through the darkness. Malrik’s smirk faltered.

But then Malrik whispered an incantation. The shield pulsed, flaring outward with a burst of energy that sent Enzo flying back. He slammed into the wall, stone shattering beneath the weight of his body. Pain rippled through his ribs, but he rose immediately, shaking off the dust, blood trickling down his fur.

“You are strong,” Malrik admitted, his tone dripping mockery. “But strength without control is nothing. And your control has always been your weakness, Enzo. Shall I show her how weak you are?”

Enzo snarled, and with a burst of speed he leapt again, his claws gleaming under the torchlight. Malrik conjured spears of darkness, flinging them forward. Enzo dodged two, shattered a third with his claws, but the fourth pierced his side.

A howl of pain ripped from his throat as the black spear embedded deep, burning through flesh like acid. His steps faltered, the wound sizzling with magic.

Malrik laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. “Yes. That sound. That pain. Perfect.”

Fueled by rage, Enzo ripped the spear free, dark blood spilling down his flank. Ignoring the searing pain, he charged again. This time he broke through Malrik’s guard, slamming into him with the full force of his Lycan form. They crashed into the ground, claw and spell colliding in a vicious frenzy. Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh.

Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground.

Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

He roared, thrashing violently, but more chains snaked upward, binding his arms, his legs, his chest. He was slammed back against a pillar, his body straining as the enchanted bindings held him in place. The stone cracked under his resistance, but the chains glowed brighter, tightening with every movement.

Malrik rose slowly, blood dripping from his wounded shoulder, his eyes blazing with fury. “You dare wound me? You dare think you can stop me?” He wiped his blood with a clawed finger and smeared it across the ritual circle. The markings pulsed brighter, feeding on his rage.

Enzo pulled harder, his claws slicing into the chains, but each strike only drained him further. The more he resisted, the heavier they became, as if feeding on his strength. His chest heaved, his vision blurred, but still he fought, his gaze never leaving Lisa.

She lay there, eyes half-open, her lips quivering as she whispered his name. Weak, broken, but alive.

That sight tore at him more than the chains.

“Do you see, Alpha?” Malrik taunted, striding back toward Lisa. “Bound, helpless, useless. You can do nothing but watch as I finish what I began. But do not despair—your blood will not go to waste.”

Enzo snarled, pulling so violently against the chains that blood burst from his wrists. “Touch her, and I’ll rip your soul apartments ooo the ooo h g!”

Malrik ignored him. He knelt beside Lisa, his long fingers tracing the symbols carved into her skin. “Her body already carries the healer’s essence. But with your alpha blood, your Lycan strength, the ritual will be perfected. I will not only return—I will reign eternal.”

He drew a dagger from his robes, its blade forged from obsidian, etched with runes that writhed as though alive. He glanced at Enzo, his smirk returning. “You should be honored. Few wolves have ever been chosen as vessels for my ascension.”

Lisa’s weak voice broke through, trembling but filled with defiance. “He… he’ll kill you. You’ll never win.”

Malrik laughed, pressing the dagger against her arm, letting the tip draw blood to drip into the circle. “Her spirit is stubborn, just like yours, Enzo. That will make her power even sweeter when it bends.”

Enzo roared again, his muscles bulging, chains groaning under the strain. His claws tore at the bindings, sparks flying, blood spilling. “MALRIK!” His voice boomed, shaking the chamber. “You won’t touch her again!”

But Malrik turned, calm and cruel. “You will give me your blood, Alpha. One way or another.”

With a swift chant, he extended the chains, one of them slithering up Enzo’s arm before piercing into his flesh. Enzo roared in agony as his blood was drawn, glowing faintly as it flowed along the chain toward the ritual circle.

The markings on the floor flared, crimson and black weaving together as Lisa screamed, the power coursing through her, draining her essence into Malrik’s spell.

Enzo thrashed violently, his eyes wild, his fangs gnashing as the chamber echoed with both his and Lisa’s screams. The chains rattled, the stone cracked, but still he could not break free. His blood continued to feed the ritual, the circle glowing brighter with every drop.

Malrik raised his hands high, his voice booming as he chanted. “With the blood of the Alpha and the vessel of the healer, I bind my spirit to flesh anew! Rise, Malrik, rise!”

The entire chamber shook, the torches flaring violently as darkness poured from the circle. Lisa writhed, her cries piercing the air, her body glowing faintly as her life was torn away.

Enzo’s heart shattered. He bellowed her name, his voice filled with raw desperation, his claws tearing into his own flesh as he struggled against the cursed chains. Blood poured, the bindings feeding on him, tightening.

Malrik’s laughter rose above the chaos, triumphant, cruel, echoing across the chamber like the voice of doom.

And bound, bleeding, Enzo could do nothing but watch as Malrik’s ritual neared completion, his mate writhing in agony, his own blood fueling the resurrection of the ancient evil.