Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 60

Bryan's POV

I shoved another folded shirt into my bag, not bothering to smooth it out. I’m not the type to pack neatly. A week’s worth of clothing, some documents, my dagger, and that was it. If I needed anything else, I’d just take it when I got there.

Henry sat on the edge of my bed, swinging his leg like a bored child. “You pack like a savage,” he muttered, watching me shove a jacket in on top of the shirts.

I gave him a side-eye. “I fight like one too. You volunteering for a demonstration?”

He smirked. “Oh, I’d win.”

I zipped the bag halfway, leaned against it, and smirked back. “Henry, if I even breathe aggressively in your direction, you’ll start writing your will.”

He snorted and leaned back on his palms. “So scary.”

The banter was pointless, but we always fell into it whenever he was around. Maybe it was our way of testing boundaries without actually killing each other. Or maybe it was just how we both avoided talking about anything that actually mattered.

I was halfway through stuffing a spare pair of boots into the bag when there was a knock on the door. Henry looked toward it but didn’t move. I rolled my eyes and went to open it.

Alpha Knox stood there, tall and solid, looking way too calm for someone who’d apparently been “collapsed” a few days ago.

“Bryan,” he greeted, voice steady.

I raised a brow. “What are you doing here?”

His lips quirked like he was holding back an actual smile. “Alpha Baron wanted us to go together.”

That threw me off for a second. Baron? Sending Knox as a travel buddy?

Behind me, Henry’s voice cut in, lazy and smug. “Guess that means Baron still doesn’t trust you.”

The words hit like a slap. I turned slowly to face him, my jaw tightening.

“What was that?” I asked, my voice low.

He grinned, clearly thinking he was safe under Knox’s watchful eye. “Just saying. If Baron trusted you, you’d be traveling alone, not with a chaperone.”

My vision narrowed. I took one slow step forward, then another, until I was close enough to see the faint freckle under his left eye.

Then I punched him.

There was a satisfying crack, followed by Henry’s shocked yelp as his hand flew to his face. Blood gushed between his fingers.

“You broke my nose!” he shouted, voice muffled.

I turned to Knox, who’d stepped forward, one hand already on my shoulder in that overly calm way alphas used when they didn’t want things escalating.

I jerked my head at him. “Let go, Knox. He’ll live.”

Knox’s expression didn’t change much, but he released me, his eyes flicking between the two of us like he was making mental notes for later.

Henry was still muttering curses under his breath when we left. I didn’t look at him again.

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The trip to Alpha Enzo’s pack was uneventful, unless you count Henry holding a cloth to his face and glaring at me like he wanted revenge. He wouldn’t get it, of course. Not unless he wanted to end up with a matching broken jaw.

We arrived just as the sun was setting, casting Enzo’s territory in a warm, golden glow. His packhouse was massive, all clean lines and sharp edges, with guards stationed like statues at the gates.

The moment we stepped out of the vehicle, servants approached, bowing slightly before leading us inside.

“Welcome to Alpha Enzo’s estate,” one of them said politely. “Your quarters have been prepared.”

The air inside smelled faintly of pine and something stronger—wolf scent, rich and dominant. It was unmistakably Enzo’s mark.

The servant led us through a series of halls until we reached our rooms. Mine was spacious, with a wide bed, a desk, and a balcony overlooking part of the training grounds. Henry’s was across the hall. I didn’t bother checking if he liked it.

After tossing my bag onto the bed, I sat for a while, staring at nothing. Sleep didn’t come easy in unfamiliar places, so after a couple of hours of lying there doing absolutely nothing, I gave up.

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The night was quiet when I stepped outside. The moonlight washed over the estate, painting everything in silver and shadow. My footsteps were soundless on the stone paths as I wandered, hands shoved in my pockets.

I wasn’t sure where I was going until I saw her.

Lisa.

She was standing near a low wall, looking at something in the distance. Her hair caught the moonlight in a way that made it look almost like spun silk.

I smirked to myself and walked over, slow and deliberate.

“Well, well,” I drawled. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She turned, her eyes narrowing instantly. “Bryan.”

“Sound happier to see me,” I said, stepping closer. “It’s rude otherwise.”

Her posture stayed stiff. “What do you want?”

I shrugged. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the view.”

“That’s unfortunate,” she replied coolly. “Because the view just got worse.”

I raised a brow. “Careful. I might think you’re trying to insult me.”

“I’m not trying,” she said flatly.

That actually made me laugh. Not a big one—just enough to make her frown deepen.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” I remarked. “You know, I could—”

“You could what?” she cut in sharply, taking a step closer. “Bully me? Scare me? Make me run away? Sorry to disappoint you, Bryan, but I don’t scare easy.”

Her voice was firm, steady, and she met my gaze without flinching. Most people, when I pushed, backed off. She didn’t.

For a moment, I just stared at her.

Then she stepped back, giving me a once-over that was nothing short of dismissive. “I’ve got better things to do than stand here trading empty threats. Goodnight.”

Before I could reply, she turned and walked off, quick and purposeful.

I stood there, still processing.

She’d just walked away from me.

No one did that.

I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Interesting,” I muttered, watching her disappear around the corner.

For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push harder or just wait to see what she did next.

Either way, I knew one thing—Lisa wasn’t like the others. And that meant she’d just made my list.