A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's.

Maria.

"Alpha!" The leader of the armored troupe’s voice exploded through the clearing like a clap of thunder, deep, commanding, and impossible to ignore.

The instant the word left his mouth, he swung himself off his steed with practiced precision. His boots struck the earth with a heavy thud before he immediately lowered himself onto one knee without the slightest hesitation, bowing his head before the quadruplets in complete submission and unwavering respect.

Every movement was crisp, disciplined, and filled with the unquestionable reverence expected from a loyal subordinate standing before his Alphas.

The suffocating breath that had been lodged deep inside my throat finally escaped.

A long, shaky exhale slipped past my lips before I could stop it, leaving my lungs in an uneven rush. It felt as though an invisible weight that had been crushing my chest had loosened ever so slightly, allowing me to breathe again. The relief wasn’t overwhelming—not yet—but it was enough to stop the dreadful knot twisting inside my stomach from tightening any further.

Behind me, I felt Noah do the exact same thing.

His restrained breath ghosted against my back in a slow, silent release, warm and uneven, carrying the same relief I was feeling. I didn’t have to turn around to know the rigid tension that had consumed his body had eased, if only by the smallest fraction. His muscles, which had remained tightly coiled in preparation for the worst, relaxed just enough for me to notice.

They weren’t the Lycan Prince’s soldiers—they were ours.

The quadruplets acknowledged the kneeling commander with nothing more than brief, restrained nods. Their expressions remained unreadable, calm, and authoritative, requiring no unnecessary display of emotion. Even such a simple gesture carried the effortless dominance of Alphas who had long grown accustomed to unquestioned loyalty.

"What’s the update?" Aidan asked without wasting a single heartbeat.

His horse stepped forward several measured paces beneath him, its hooves pressing firmly into the ground as he fixed the commander with a piercing, unyielding stare. His sharp eyes never wavered, studying the kneeling soldier with calm intensity as he waited for the report.

"The array has been fully arranged," the soldier replied without the slightest trace of uncertainty, and his voice rang through the quiet clearing with firm confidence, each word spoken clearly and precisely. "No flaws were detected during the setup, as the master plan layouts were perfectly carried out to your exact specifications."

For the first time since the report began, the corners of Aidan’s lips shifted almost imperceptibly.

"Good!" he said, the single word leaving his mouth with quiet finality.

Beneath the calmness of his voice lay unmistakable satisfaction, edged with grim approval, as though the confirmation had met every expectation he had set from the very beginning.

"Mount your horse. We are heading straight back to the pack," Damien ordered without a moment’s hesitation.

His voice was calm, firm, and carried the unquestionable authority of an Alpha whose commands were never meant to be challenged.

As he spoke, his dark eyes swept back and forth across the surroundings with calculated precision, silently assessing every possible outcome as though several strategies were already unfolding inside his mind.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of uncertainty in his expression. Instead, his gaze remained sharp and analytical, meticulously weighing every tactical step that still lay ahead.

"Leave those trapped within the array," he continued, his tone growing even grimmer. "Anything is likely to happen now that it’s activated."

The words settled heavily over the clearing.

There was no fear in Damien’s voice, only cold certainty. He spoke as someone who fully understood the unpredictable nature of the activated array and had already accepted whatever consequences might unfold within its boundaries. His expression remained unreadable, revealing nothing beyond the unwavering resolve that hardened his features.

"Yes, Alpha!" The commander answered immediately, lowering his head once more in profound respect.

His voice rang with absolute obedience, carrying not even the slightest hint of hesitation as he acknowledged the order. After offering another respectful bow, he rose smoothly to his feet with the disciplined efficiency expected of a seasoned soldier.

Without wasting so much as a heartbeat, he pivoted on his heel and strode back toward his waiting steed.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed the saddle, pulled himself up, and settled firmly onto the horse’s back. The instant he was seated, he raised his voice, barking a rapid succession of crisp commands to the armored troupe surrounding him.

The soldiers reacted almost instantly.

Years of discipline were evident in the flawless coordination of their movements. Silent signals passed swiftly between them as each rider guided his massive warhorse toward the edges of the path. Hooves shifted against the earth while armored bodies repositioned themselves with practiced precision, creating a broad, unobstructed passage through the middle for the quadruplets.

The brothers tightened their grip on the reins.

With subtle movements of their hands, they urged their mounts forward, and the powerful horses answered with a slow, deliberate march. Their steady hoofbeats echoed softly through the forest as they advanced between the neatly parted ranks of loyal warriors.

Just as Adrien’s horse drew alongside ours, he suddenly paused.

Turning slightly in his saddle, he looked back over his shoulder, his piercing gaze settling firmly on Noah and me. His eyes lingered on us for a long moment, searching our motionless figures as we remained seated upon our horse without making the slightest move to follow.

"Aren’t you coming with us?" he asked, as his voice sliced cleanly through the gentle rustling of the surrounding forest, its quiet firmness lingering in the still air as his question hung expectantly between us.

Noah immediately tightened his grip on the leather reins of his horse, his knuckles turning pale against the strap as he drew the mount to a complete standstill.

"No!" he declared firmly, his deep voice leaving zero room for debate. "We are heading back to the Moonfall pack."

Adrien’s dark eyes immediately narrowed, flashing with a sudden, dangerous intensity. "Can you not just prioritize her safety for once and forget about every other foolish thing?" he asked, his tone dripping with sheer exasperation and annoyance.

"That is exactly what I am doing!" Noah replied calmly, maintaining an unbothered composure that only seemed to infuriate the brothers further. "So do not worry about that."

"Trust me, separating from us right now will only isolate you both and attract immediate danger," Damien chipped in, pulling hard on his reins so his horse stopped moving altogether, blocking part of the narrow path.

"Isolate?" Noah echoed, a faint trace of dark amusement lacing his voice. "It isn’t isolation. The moment the so-called danger appears, it will naturally come searching for the target that is heavily guarded by an army... don’t you think?"

"I don’t get you," Aidan snapped, glaring across the space between their mounts, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

"You are surrounded by a fully armed troupe, which signals to any watching scout that someone immensely important is in your midst," Noah explained smoothly, his tone cool and calculated. "Why don’t you volunteer to be our shield and draw their eyes, while we flee to where the danger least expects us to go?"

"And how are you so confident that you are actually fleeing toward safety, and not riding straight into the trap?" Davian asked, a sharp, arrogant smugness spreading across his face.

Noah let out a low, quiet chuckle, the sound carrying an unmistakable note of dismissive indifference. Slowly, he shook his head from side to side, as though brushing aside the very thought of the concern that had been directed toward him.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation or uncertainty in his expression. Instead, his features remained composed, his confidence unwavering despite everything unfolding around us.

"That is not for you to worry about!" he said evenly.

As the words left his mouth, his eyes lifted and locked firmly onto Davian’s. Neither of them looked away. Noah held his gaze with calm certainty, his unwavering stare making it abundantly clear that the matter was already settled in his mind.

"Just focus on your own journey ahead." he added, as his voice was steady and resolute, carrying the quiet authority of someone who had no intention of discussing the matter any further.

Without waiting for a reply or giving any of them the opportunity to speak again, Noah shifted his weight smoothly in the saddle. His fingers tightened around the leather reins, gathering them securely into one hand before giving them a controlled pull. Obediently, the horse responded, pivoting beneath us as he guided it across the trail, changing our direction with deliberate precision.

The horse had barely begun to move, as before it could even complete a single stride, a sudden, deafening explosion ripped apart the quiet night air.

The violent blast erupted without warning, its thunderous roar shaking the earth beneath us as a powerful shockwave surged through the ground, making everything around us tremble.

The darkness above the treeline was instantly ripped apart as a blinding flare of fire lit up the night sky, painting the clouds in harsh shades of crimson and orange.

’Shit!’ I cursed inwardly, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as the red glow illuminated the panicked faces around us. ’Was that a signal?’

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