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< Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves Claim "They think they own me. That I'll just... submit. But they don't realize something-I might be theirs, but that doesn't mean I'm giving in without a fight." - Rhea Seth's POV: "Callum, LET HER GO! You're scaring her!" Lila's sharp voice cut through the thick tension, but Callum didn't move. His massive frame hovered over Rhea, caging her against the mattress, his stormy gray eyes wild with possessiveness. His wolf, Ace, was clawing to take full control, demanding their mate submit.

I could feel the same primal instinct from Scar, my own wolf. He wanted to pull her into our arms, to scent her, comfort her, claim her. But this wasn't the way. Rhea was trembling beneath Callum, her tear-streaked face twisted with fear, and my chest f*****g ached. "You're going to break her, Callum," Jaxon snapped, his voice razor-sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Back off before she has a panic attack." Callum growled low in his chest, but his jaw ticked a sign he was barely restraining himself. "She's terrified, man," Rory added, softer but still firm.

"This isn't helping." Callum's body went rigid, muscles tense with reluctance, but finally, he let out a sharp breath and forced himself to move back. Even as he pulled away, his intense gaze never left Rhea. Theo, ever the cautious beta, took a step forward, hands slightly raised in submission. "With all due respect, Alphas," he started, careful but steady, "maybe you should let Rhea explain why she doesn't feel the bond." A lethal snarl tore from all four of us, vibrating through the walls, How f*****g dare he say her name like that?

Theo instantly bared his throat, submitting to our dominance, but our wolves were still on edge. Lila, unfazed as always, squared her shoulders and stepped in front of him. "You didn't even give her a chance to explain," she hissed, eyes flashing. She's not eighteen yet! Of course, she can't feel the mate bond." The words slammed into me like a freight train. Callum's entire body stiffened as realization flickered in his stormy gaze. His expression softened slightly as he looked down at Rhea. "Is that true, baby?" His voice was quieter now, rougher, almost ... tender. Huh! f*****g miracle.

178 Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves Rhea's cheeks flushed as she nodded, her fingers twisting in the blanket. That small, hesitant motion sent something sharp through me-through all of us. f**k, she's ours. She just doesn't know it yet. Jaxon's POV: Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know if you're my mates. I don't feel anything yet." Blaze, my wolf, snarled in frustration. 'She's ours. She just doesn't realize it yet.' 'She will,' I told him, but the words felt empty. Callum scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling hard.

"Little Luna," he murmured, his voice low but firm, "there's no doubt in our minds. We don't lack she-wolves, but none of them come close to you." Rhea flinched, and hope stirred in my chest. She felt something, even if she didn't recognize it. Callum let out a slow breath, his voice turning almost gentle-a rare f*****g thing for him. "We'll give you space tonight, but this conversation isn't over. No more running." Rhea hesitated before finally nodding. "Thank you, Callum. I'd... like to rest." For now. Rhea's POV: The room was too quiet once they were gone.

I hugged the blanket to my chest, watching the door as if they might barge back in at any second. Callum had lingered the longest, his stormy eyes looking onto mine like he was memorizing me. And now? Now that I was alone, my composure cracked like shattered glass. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I buried my face in my hands. My entire life had flipped inside out. First, Ethan-my childhood best friend, my first love mated with my other best friend. And now? Now, I was supposedly the mate of four of the most powerful alphas in the realm. The quadruplets.

The playboy, the protector, the strategist, and the brote. The most dangerous, unhinged, possessive alphas i Lycandra. A muffin, a glass of water, and a bottle of aspirin sa neatly on the nightstand. A small, considerate gesture that didn't change the fact that they were trying to claim me. I sighed, the weight of everything pressing down. Fine. I'd play along for now. 6.2/8 < Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves yet. But when she did? He'd make sure she never forgot it. Never stopped feeling it.

Claim His jaw clenched as he projected the moment she finally broke into our mind links, finally realizing what he already knew-what was already written in her f*****g soul. She'd drop to her knees, her body pliant, aching for us, slick dripping down her thighs as she surrendered. Her breath would hitch, her lips parting, eyes hazy with need as she begged. Soon. She'd learn. And when she did, she'd never stop gushing for us. I exhaled sharply, eyes flicking to the door that separated me from my mate. "Tomorrow morning, we introduce her to us properly." ။ Seth raised an eyebrow.

"Introduce her? She already met us, Callum." "Not like this." Rhea's POV: The morning sun was an obnoxious reminder that I was still here. A knock at the door made me groan. "Go away." The door opened anyway. I shot upright, clutching the blanket as all four of them strolled in, towering over my bed like gods of destruction. Callum stood in front, arms crossed over his massive chest, exuding authority. "We need to talk." I scowled. "I need coffee." Another one of the quad's smirked. "After." They spread out, surrounding the bed. The air shifted.

I blinked, trying to make sense of what the actual f**k was happening. They had just introduced themselves as if I were some lost pup joining the pack. But worse? Their personalitiespractically dripped from every word, like they were making it a damn point to show me exactly who I was dealing with. Callum's voice had been deep, controlled, and steady. His words weren't a suggestion-they were law. The eldest, the unofficial leader. The one who made the decisions and expected them to be followed.

His entire presence screamed dominance, and I wasn't dumb enough to ignore that he 4/8 < Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves fully expected me to fall in line, like hell I would. Claim Jaxon, on the other hand? That bastard enjoyed this. His lips twitched when he spoke, but his gray eyes never left mine-obsessive, calculating, watching me like I was something fragile he wanted to break apart just to put back together. The alpha enforcer. The brute. The one who would wreck anyone for me. It should've scared me, but instead, it sent a shiver down my spine.

Then there was Rory, the only one who looked remotely like he could be reasoned with. Smirking, leaning against the wall like this was casual. But his words? I'll outthink everyone to keep you safe. That wasn't a joke. It was a promise. He wasn't just a pretty face-he was the strategist, the danger ous kind of smart. The one who'd convince me I had a choice before proving I never did. And then there was Seth. The one who f*****g sat on my bed like we were already best friends. That cocky grin, the amusement dancing in his storm-gray eyes-he didn't even try to hide how much fun he was having.

The charming psycho one. There was something else underneath that smugness. Something dark. They weren't just introducing themselves. They were staking their claim. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, but then Callum's voice cut through the air again, steady, unshakable. "Effective immediately, you'll be moving into the packhouse." I blinked. Did he just- "Excuse me?" My voice was flat, disbelief thick in every syllable. "It's for your safety," he added like that was supposed to explain everything.

"And you'll be chauffeured to and from the academy," Rory added smoothly like this was some goddamn corporate deal. "No walking, no public transportation." My mouth fell open. What the actual f**k was happening? "You can't be serious," I deadpanned. Seth leaned back against the dresser, all casual like he wasn't ruining my life. "We are. And your won't wear anything revealing unless one of us is with you." Heat crawled up my neck, a slow burn of rage. I clenched the blanket tighter, inhaling sharply.

"What I wear is none of your business." Callum's eyes darkened, his Alpha aura pressing against me like a warning. The growl in his chest was barely restrained as he said, "It is when unmated males stare at what belongs to us." I sucked in a breath, my heart hammering. Oh, f**k no. "Excuse me what belongs to you?" My voice dripped with sarcasm, pushing right back against 5/8 < Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves that overwhelming dominance. "I don't belong to anyone, Alpha." Claim I made sure to emphasize the title, and just like that, Callum's jaw ticked.

Jaxon-because, of course, he had to get involved-tilted his head slightly, his tone cool, controlled. "You'll address us by our names, sunshine." "Oh, of course, Alpha," I said sweetly, earning a low, warning growl from him. Seth chuckled, shaking his head. "She's testing us." "Damn right, I am," I muttered, refusing to f*****g back down. Callum stepped closer, his sheer size making the room feel smaller, suffocating. His voice dipped lower, almost dangerous. "You're our mate, little Luna. Protecting you isn't just our duty-it's our instinct." I held his gaze, my pulse hammering.

"And what about my instincts? My choices? Do those matter to you?" Rory let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Of course, they do. But until you feel the bond, you're vulnerable. You don't understand what's at stake." I narrowed my eyes. "Let me guess-" ။ Jaxon didn't even let me finish. "No outings past tem unless you're with us or Theo." I let out a humourless laugh, the sound sharp, cutting. "You're unbelievable." Callum, because he just had to have the last word, said with finality, "And you're ours." Callum's POV: Her defiance was infuriating-and intoxicating.

Ace was on edge, snarling in my mind, pacing, demanding I take control, demanding I remind her e xactly where she belonged. In our arms, in our bed, in our damn soul. 'She's pushing us on purpose,' Ace growled, his irritation thrumming through my veins like fire. 'She needs to know her place.' 'She's scared,' I countered, jaw tightening. 'Push too hard, and she'll run.' Ace was unconvinced. 'Then make her understand. Show her she belongs to us. That there's nothing in Lycandra more perfect than her and that we already love her.' I exhaled, keeping him at bay.

If I let him have his way, we'd have her pinned beneath us, neck bared, marked, claimed. And as much as that idea made my blood burn, as much as my instincts screamed for it, I would not push her into something she wasn't ready for. But f**k, she wasn't making this easy. 6/8 Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves Claim "These rules aren't negotiable," I said, voice low and steady, the weight of my authority pressing down on her. "You'll see in time that they're for your benefit." Rhea's narrowed eyes flickered with something-defiance, irritation, maybe even amusement.

She tilted her chin, crossed her arms, and smirked. "Let me guess," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll start picking out my clothes next, Alpha?" The title-that f*****g word-was a deliberate jab, and we all f*****g knew it. Jaxon, standing just behind me, let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening. Rory muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like this girl's going to kill us all, and Seth? That bastard just grinned. Oh, she was playing now. I held her gaze, unshaken. "If that's what it takes to keep you safe," I said smoothly.

Her lips parted, and for a brief second, her pulse jumped. She didn't speak, didn't move, but the way her breath hitched? The way her fingers curled just slightly into the blanket? She felt it. And that was enough. For now. Rhea's POV: I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. Or maybe punch Callum square in the face, just to see if it would make that unreadable mask crackl They were impossible-overbearing, possessive, and so calm in their absolute belief that they could dictate every second of my life. But the worst part? A small, traitorous part of me didn't entirely hate it.

Callum loomed over me like an immovable force, voice as unshakable as his presence, making it painfully clear that whatever he said was final. Jaxon, quiet and lethal, his steel-gray eyes tracking my every move like I was something precious he couldn't afford to let slip through his fingers. Rory, smirking even now, always watching, waiting for the exact moment to strike, the strategist, the one who would outthink me if I wasn't careful. And then there was Seth. f*****g Seth. He was grinning. Like he knew. Like he was enjoying the fact that they were driving me insane.

Like he was waiting for the moment, I admitted I liked it. 7/8 < Bound by Fate, Trapped by Wolves Yeah. That wasn't happening. Claim "I'll stay here for now," I said tightly, barely keeping my voice even. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to fall in line just because you say so." Jaxon's smirk was slow, dark, knowing. "We wouldn't expect anything less, sunshine." Callum exhaled, his expression softening-just barely. "Get dressed, little Luna. Breakfast is in twenty minutes." And then, just like that, they turned and left.

The moment the door shut, I collapsed onto the bed, my heart pounding. What the f**k just happened again? Seth's POV: The second we stepped into the hallway, I let out a low whistle. "She's got some fire, doesn't she?" Rory let out a short laugh, rubbing his jaw like he was already preparing for the years of fights ahead. "She's going to fight us every step of the way" Jaxon scoffed, arms crossed, his gray eyes still dark with something dangerous. "Let her," he murmured like he was waiting for the battle. "She'll learn. She has to." Callum, as usual, was unreadable.

But I could feel the tension radiating off him, his wolf just as f*****g desperate as ours. "She's our mate," he finally said, voice rough. "We'll protect her, love her, cherish her whether she likes it or not." I grinned. "And the rules?" "They stay." Callum's eyes flickered to Rhea's door, is expression dark. "She'll thank us later." I wasn't so sure about that. But one thing was clear-this wasn't going to be easy. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way. Comments LUCK ORAW > N Vote 356 admin