Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 235

Third person POV

The chamber stank of blood and burned magic, the air so thick with energy it trembled in every breath. Shadows slithered along the cracked walls, licking at the edges of the ritual circle where Lisa lay bound and broken. Her chest rose and fell faintly, her skin pale, every vein glowing faintly with the residue of Malrik’s corruption.

But the children stood around her, small bodies trembling, eyes bright with determination far beyond their years. Elias was in front, his palms pressed to the ground as golden light bled from him, forming the first strands of the barrier. Aria lifted her arms, her lips moving in soundless whispers as the very air shifted, answering her call, weaving into the barrier as shimmering wind. Lyra’s tiny fingers danced over Lisa’s body, tracing protective symbols of power, strands of healing energy glowing like threads of silver around her mother.

They were five years old, fragile in size but colossal in spirit.

Their powers, when separate, were sparks; but together, they became a storm.

The barrier rose in unison, a glowing dome over Lisa, woven of Elias’s golden chains, Aria’s storm-born winds, and Lyra’s silvery threads. Their young voices hummed together, their wills joined, and for the first time since the nightmare began, Lisa’s body stopped trembling. Her breaths steadied, faint but certain.

Ash, Kael, Atlas, and Enzo all froze at the sight. The men—warriors hardened by centuries of blood—stared in awe as the children, their children, stood like sentinels around the woman they loved.

Enzo’s wolf growled low in his chest, pride and agony mixing. He staggered forward, his body mangled but his spirit refusing to falter. “They’re protecting her,” he rasped. “They’re channeling everything they have—into her.”

Kael’s gaze flickered between them, his massive form crouched low, ready for the next wave of Malrik’s onslaught. “Then we guard them. No one touches them until this is done.”

Atlas clenched his fists, already bleeding, his chest heaving as the cracks of his own magic spread across his skin like molten lines. “If they fail—”

“They won’t,” Ash cut him sharply, his blade raised high. His voice was iron. “They can’t.”

Malrik staggered back, shaking off the weight of their combined assault from before. His face, once composed in sinister calm, now twisted with raw fury. Black smoke poured from his eyes and mouth as he roared. “Children!” His voice cracked the stone. “You dare defy me with your pitiful sparks? You DARE?”

He slammed a palm to the ground. The ritual circle flared with darkness, and from it, jagged spikes of shadow shot upward, slamming into the glowing dome the children had built. The barrier shook violently, rippling like glass under a hammer, but it held.

Aria screamed with the strain, her tiny body thrown to her knees as the winds whipped violently, tightening to resist the blow. Elias gritted his teeth, blood already dripping from his nose as he forced more golden chains into the cracks. Lyra’s hands trembled, her little fingers weaving faster, knitting silver thread over every fracture.

The barrier shone brighter.

Malrik’s roar deepened. “IMPOSSIBLE!”

With a violent gesture, he conjured a sphere of condensed darkness, pulsing with the raw energy of every soul he had ever consumed. It writhed in his hand like a living thing. He hurled it at the dome.

The explosion rocked the entire chamber. The ground split in jagged lines, walls crumbling as debris fell. Ash threw himself in front of Kael to shield him from a falling slab of stone, while Atlas raised a wall of earth to keep it from crushing the soldiers still alive. Enzo, eyes blazing, roared against the darkness, clawing at the chains around him until his flesh tore anew.

The barrier flickered.

The children screamed in unison.

The dome dimmed, cracks racing across it like shattered glass. Their small bodies shook violently with the effort, their voices breaking, their powers fraying. Elias coughed blood onto the ground, Aria fell forward, her arms shaking, Lyra’s threads snapped one by one.

And then, as one, the children collapsed.

The barrier shattered with a deafening crack. The glow dissolved, fading into nothing. Lisa’s body sagged limp against the stone.

The silence afterward was chilling.

Malrik straightened slowly, his chest heaving from exertion, then threw his head back and laughed. It was a jagged, horrible sound, echoing with triumph and cruelty. His black aura expanded, swallowing the chamber in its oppressive weight.

“At last,” he crowed, his voice thick with victory. “The ritual is complete. Her essence is mine. And your precious Lisa—” He gestured toward her motionless body, blood streaking her lips, her skin ashen. “—is dead already.”

“No!” Enzo’s roar ripped through the chamber, so raw it shook even his allies. His chains rattled violently as he tore against them, muscles bulging, blood spraying. His claws raked at the ground until deep grooves split the stone. “She’s not gone! SHE’S NOT!”

Ash pushed himself upright, his blade trembling in his grip. “Malrik, if you touch those children—”

Kael didn’t wait. He rushed forward, his towering form sweeping across the chamber, claws and teeth bared. He crashed in front of the children’s crumpled bodies, his massive frame curling protectively over them. His roar split the air. “You’ll strike them over my dead body!”

Malrik’s laughter deepened. “So be it.” His hand rose, black fire pooling in his palm. He launched it at Kael, the energy hissing like acid through the air.

Kael braced himself, his arms spread wide over the unconscious children. He gritted his teeth, ready to burn alive if it meant shielding them.

The fire struck.

And then—

The chamber pulsed.

A sudden wind howled, violent and untamed, bursting from the center of the ritual circle. Dust and shadows spiraled upward, choking the air. Every torch blew out at once, plunging the room into darkness lit only by the sick glow of Malrik’s magic.

And Lisa—moved.

Her hand twitched first. Then her head lifted, her hair whipping in the sudden gale. Her eyes opened—no longer dulled, no longer weak. They blazed, twin storms of light, a raw fusion of the powers her children had poured into her.

Malrik froze, his face twisting from triumph to sudden shock. “No… impossible…”

Lisa’s voice rose above the storm, hoarse but steady, filled with a strength that made the walls themselves quake. “You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

Her body glowed, light racing along her veins like rivers of fire. The air thickened, her aura expanding, filling every corner of the chamber. The shadows recoiled from her like frightened animals.

Her chains snapped. One by one, they shattered under the surge of her power, clattering uselessly to the floor.

Enzo’s eyes widened, his roar breaking into something closer to a sob. “Lisa…”

She rose slowly to her feet, swaying at first, then standing taller, her body radiating with untamed force. Her aura merged with the remnants of the children’s powers—Elias’s golden chains weaving around her arms, Aria’s storm swirling at her feet, Lyra’s silver threads glinting over her chest like armor.

Fully transformed.

Fully awakened.

Lisa raised her hand, and the howling wind turned into a blade, striking Malrik across the chamber. He flew backward, crashing into the stone wall with a thunderous crack.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he snarled, staggering to rise. “You… you were dead! I drained you!”

“You took everything I gave you,” Lisa spat, her voice laced with venom. “But what you never understood—was that my strength isn’t mine alone.”

She lifted both hands, and the winds surged violently, slamming Malrik again before he could brace. He howled, fury blazing as he summoned a counterstrike, shadows twisting into jagged spears. They shot at her, hundreds at once.

Lisa’s eyes narrowed. The storm at her command rose into a shield, shredding the shadows mid-flight. She stepped forward, her aura flaring brighter, shaking the chamber so violently stones rained from the ceiling.

Malrik snarled, his laughter cracking into something frenzied, unhinged. “You think you can stop me now? You’re too late, Lisa! You’re nothing but a vessel for my power—”

“Then choke on it,” she roared.

And with that, she unleashed her first full strike, a tidal wave of raw energy crashing into Malrik, throwing him across the chamber once more.

The battle for her life—and for them all—had truly begun.