Noah.
I had known long ago—far longer than I cared to admit—that the quadruplets were never going to stay still for long. Ruthless, possessive, and driven by raw Alpha instinct, they were bound to snap sooner or later.
But if they thought they could use this chaotic lockdown to keep Maria away from me permanently, they were dead wrong. That was something I would simply never accept.
And if I had to lay the blame for this absolute nightmare at anyone's feet, it was the Lycan Prince.
If that arrogant bastard hadn't pushed too far and stolen my bride, I wouldn't be trapped in this hellish mess in the first place. I wouldn't be forced to endure their insults, fight their battles, or watch them claim what was rightfully mine.
Yet, past all the fiery rage and vengeance burning inside me, a cold, sickening dread consumed my mind whenever I thought about Maria.
