Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 63

Alpha Enzo's POV

The morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of my study, casting a warm glow across the polished mahogany desk. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the dark blue tie that matched the deep hue of my suit. Today wasn’t just another day of pack affairs — it was the day of the pack alliances meeting, a gathering that demanded formality, diplomacy, and unwavering focus.

"Your schedule is tight, Alpha," Beta Ash said, standing just behind me with a folder in his hands. His steady voice carried that familiar calm that had always kept me grounded before important events.

I glanced at him in the mirror. "Remind me again, Ash, who’s confirmed attendance?"

"Alphas Knox, Rowland, and Whitaker are already on their way. The Crescent Moon pack sent word that Alpha Turner will be arriving shortly after we start. And…" He flipped through the folder. "…there’s been no update from Alpha Hughes yet."

I exhaled slowly, straightening my cufflinks. "Let’s hope he makes it. We can’t afford any missing voices in today’s discussions."

Ash gave a slight nod before closing the folder. "Everything is in place. The hall has been prepared, security has been doubled, and refreshments are ready."

I picked up the envelope containing my prepared speech. Not that I needed it — I had rehearsed my words enough times to recite them in my sleep — but having it in hand felt like a shield.

By the time we stepped into the grand hallway, the faint echo of footsteps on marble floors met my ears. The scent of polished wood, fresh flowers, and something sharper — the subtle presence of other alphas’ scents — lingered in the air.

As we approached the main doors of the council hall, two guards in uniform bowed their heads respectfully. I pushed the heavy double doors open, revealing the long oval table at the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, highlighting the silver crest of unity engraved in the center of the table.

"Alpha Enzo," Alpha Knox greeted from his seat with a warm nod. His tall frame was relaxed, but there was a quiet sharpness in his eyes.

"Knox," I replied, moving toward my seat at the head of the table. "How’s your father’s health? I’ve been concerned."

Knox’s gaze softened slightly, though his posture remained steady. "He’s under proper care. The healers are doing everything possible. He’ll resume his alpha duties soon — just needs more time to recover fully."

"I’m glad to hear that," I said sincerely, taking my seat. "He’s been a pillar in our alliance for years. His absence has been felt."

Knox gave a small smile in thanks before looking toward the door as more footsteps entered.

Alpha Rowland, ever the composed and observant leader, took the seat opposite Knox. His silver hair and sharp eyes carried the weight of decades of leadership. "Shall we begin?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the murmurs of greeting.

I stood, unfolding the paper in my hand, though my eyes barely glanced at it. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. As you know, this meeting holds significant weight for the stability of our alliances. We’ve faced increased rogue activity along our borders, trade disruptions between packs, and… growing whispers of unrest."

A low hum of agreement moved around the table.

"My concern isn’t just about rogue attacks," I continued. "It’s about what these incidents suggest — someone, or something, is testing our unity. If we do not respond as one, our enemies will see weakness."

Rowland leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped together. "Unity is important, yes, but so is ensuring our packs’ independence isn’t compromised in the process. We cannot allow one alpha’s decisions to dictate the safety measures of all."

I inclined my head respectfully. "I understand that. Which is why today, I’m proposing a coordinated defense strategy — one that respects each pack’s autonomy but ensures immediate support when any of us are threatened."

Knox spoke next. "It’s a solid idea. But before we commit, we need to consider resource distribution, training, and whether our warriors can adapt to other packs’ battle styles without slowing down our response time."

"We’ll address all those concerns," I said. "The point is to build trust before the threat grows too large to contain."

Rowland’s eyes narrowed slightly, though not in disagreement — more in careful thought. Then he gave a single nod. "If your plan ensures we aren’t surrendering control, I’m willing to hear more."

"Good," I replied. "Because our enemies won’t wait for us to make up our minds."

The discussion stretched on, voices overlapping, ideas clashing, but every word spoke to the same goal — safeguarding our people. When the initial debates settled, Rowland finally gave his speech.

"I have led my pack for more years than I care to count," Rowland began, his tone carrying both weight and wisdom. "I’ve seen alliances rise and crumble, peace built and torn apart. But never have I seen a time when division could be more dangerous than it is now. We must remember — strength in unity isn’t just a saying. It’s survival."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence before soft murmurs of agreement filled the air again.

I knew this was only the beginning. Today was about planting the seeds of cooperation, even among those who preferred to stand apart. And as I glanced around the table, meeting each alpha’s eyes, I silently vowed to make sure those seeds took root — no matter the cost.

Ash whispered something in my ear as I furrowed my brows in annoyance. My blood boils in anger as the words replayed in my head.

“Where is she?” I asked through gritted teeth, my eyes flying to Alpha Rowland who was still discussing something with the alpha beside him.

“Inform Rowland to meet me outside” I instructed standing to my feet as I excused myself from the hall.