A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's.

Damien.

Last night was utterly hectic, and as a result, my back aches like mad today. Every muscle in my body feels completely worn down, screaming in protest from the intense strain and late-night exertions we were forced to endure.

Davian had come back into our room looking so furious, his face drawn in a harsh, stormy scowl as he related everything that had transpired to us.

He filled us in on every sharp turn of events, laying out the sudden, dangerous shift in the playing field. Listening to him, it hit me that, honestly, we were lucky that Noah didn’t end up marrying her back then—otherwise, our current mess would be a thousand times worse. But now, the Lycan prince was firmly in the picture, threatening to claim her for himself.

I definitely cannot let her marry him. I won’t allow that arrogant monster to take what belongs to us.

Because of the extreme urgency, we sprung into action late last night, putting our full effort into altering the strategy regardless of the ungodly hour or the sheer amount of risk it took to move around undetected.

Groaning slightly from the soreness in my frame, I came down from my bed and quickly changed my clothes, slipping into the formal attire that the Lycan prince had mockingly brought for us to wear to his grand event.

When I glanced over, my brothers were also dressed and making their final preparations, but I was far too restless to wait around. I left the room before them, needing to clear my head.

I walked down the long, sweeping corridor, and everywhere was buzzing with elaborate ceremonial decorations and a festive aura. Banners hung high, staff rushed about in a frenzy of preparation, and the house practically hummed with the celebratory energy of an impending grand union.

I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, my knuckles turning white, for I knew all too well why all of this extravagant fanfare was going on. But it won’t happen anyways. I would tear this place down before letting this wedding go through.

I was still walking down the corridor, lost in my dark thoughts, when I suddenly saw a familiar, striking figure standing quietly at the far edge down the hallway.

Due to the heightened emotional and physical effects of yesterday, I felt a strong, magnetic bond pull surging through my chest from where I stood, tugging at my very soul. The sensation threatened to take my breath away, but as I locked my eyes on her, a cold, jarring realization swept over me.

Something was deeply wrong.

She wasn’t my mate—not truly. In fact, the bizarre nature of her aura was more like a heavy restriction to my bond, a bizarre barrier twisting the natural thread of connection.

My eyes immediately widened in shock as the truth struck me like a physical blow.

Could she be Maria’s twin sister?

But how?

How could something like that even be possible after all these years?

Without stopping to process the sheer impossibility of it, I immediately ran through the length of the corridor, my boots heavy against the floor as I sprinted to get to the very end of it.

But by the time I reached the corner and rounded the bend, the mysterious figure had already disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only an empty, echoing hallway.

For a brief, disorienting second, I felt like I was hallucinating—that my sleep-deprived mind was simply playing cruel tricks on me in the dim light.

But the strange, undeniable feeling I had experienced earlier hadn’t faded off in the slightest; the phantom pull still echoed painfully through my chest.

If she truly was Maria’s twin sister, then what exactly was she doing here in the heart of enemy territory?

And why on earth had she been separated from Maria for all these years, hidden away in the shadows?

Worst of all, why was her very existence resisting me and actively blocking me from marking Maria?

Filled with a volatile mix of burning anger and intense curiosity, I kept walking down the halls, my heart hammering like a war drum because I was so sure she couldn’t have gone far in such a short amount of time.

I locked onto a faint, lingering trace of the energy I had felt earlier and followed it, stepping out of the grand house and into the quiet expanse of the garden.

And there, right at the far end of the lush greenery, I saw the silhouette of the lady again.

This time, I didn’t run or rush forward impulsively. I slowly and carefully walked towards her through the winding stone path, holding my breath as I tried to confirm if I would feel that intense, unnatural bond pull again as I got closer.

And surprisingly, I didn’t feel a single thing. The air remained completely dead, devoid of that magnetic tug.

It was impossibly weird, throwing my senses into utter confusion.

Frustrated by the dead end, I finally decided to turn back, realizing I was wasting precious time when I urgently needed to find out exactly where Maria was!

But strangely, as I turned around to head back toward the main building, there was another figure slowly approaching me through the misty morning air—and the absolute second she stepped into my path, I felt that overwhelming bond pull slam into my chest again with double the force.

And in that shocking instant, I realized the truth: the woman standing at the far end of the garden wasn’t her at all. The one approaching me right now was the real source.

I froze dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat as the morning light caught her features and her face came into sharp, undeniable view.

"This is not possible..." I muttered under my breath, my mind completely shattering at the sight before me.

Never would I ever imagine it nor believe it to be actually her.

No way! It’s not possible.

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