MARIA.
Trust when I say...I wasn’t expecting Noah to barge in like that, not at all.
Those words I had just uttered about the wedding? I had only said them to make my lie more believable and to push the quadruplets far away, to give myself a way out without further argunt.
That was all it was supposed to be.
A bluff.
But the mont Noah stepped in, the mory of his earlier questions, his tone, the intensity in his eyes before I left his room, all ca crashing down on .
He hadn’t been joking, not even a little, because the look on his face showed he had been completely serious.
I swallowed hard.
"What?" Noah’s voice cut sharply through the room, his gaze sweeping across the quadruplets with clear irritation, no, anger. "You don’t believe my words?"
He let out a short, dry scoff, shaking his head slightly.
"Well, I never needed your approval," he continued, his tone firm, unwavering. "So you aren’t invited."
The audacity in his voice only made the tension in the room thicken.
"What do you an by wedding...and we are not invited?" Adrien snapped, rising to his feet in one swift motion.
Before anyone could react, he closed the distance between them and grabbed Noah by the collar, pulling him forward roughly.
"Maria is still our mate!" Adrien growled, his grip tightening. "Don’t you have yours?"
Noah didn’t flinch, instead, he chuckled—A low, almost mocking sound.
"Who knows why I haven’t felt my mate all this while?" he replied casually, tilting his head slightly. Then his gaze sharpened. "Could it be that my wolf is just waiting for you to dissolve your bond?"
He raised his brows, the challenge in his words unmistakable.
"How dare you?" Damien barked, his restraint snapping instantly.
In the next second, he lunged forward, his fist connected with Noah’s nose with a sickening force.
"Noah!" I gasped, panic surging through as I rushed forward without thinking. "Stop it...all of you!" I yelled, my voice trembling with urgency as I reached him.
Blood had already begun to trickle from Noah’s nose.
Quickly, I cupped his face, trying to steady him as I wiped the blood away with trembling hands, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
Everything was spiraling too fast and behind , I heard movent.
Davian and Aidan.
They both rose almost at the sa ti, their presence closing in as they stepped toward .
Toward us.
Toward him.
"Maria..." their voices ca together, firm, resolute."You definitely can’t marry him."
I let out a soft, almost disbelieving chuckle, the sound slipping past my lips before I could stop it.
"And why can’t I?" I asked, raising my brows slowly, my gaze moving from one face to another. "If all of you can go ahead and marry Vanessa, then why can’t I marry soone else?"
My voice rose at the end, sharp and unyielding, the frustration I had been holding back finally seeping through.
"It’s different, Maria," Damien replied, his tone firm, like that single statent was supposed to settle everything.
I turned to him instantly with dsgust—Pure, unfiltered disgust settled on my face as I stared at him.
Different?
How?
In what world did that make any sense?
"Whereas..." Aidan’s voice cut in, drawing my attention back to him. "We aren’t marrying Vanessa anymore."
The words landed heavily.
And the way he looked at , intense, unwavering, almost desperate, made sothing inside shift slightly, even if I didn’t want it to.
"We have realized who we want, Maria," he continued, his voice lowering but sohow becoming even more powerful. "We want to marry you."
For a mont...I was completely dumbfounded.
My mind went blank.
What exactly was going on with the quadruplets?
One minute, they were pushing away, making my life unbearable, acting like I was nothing more than a burden...and the next...they were here.
Saying this.
Claiming this.
Wanting ?
It didn’t make sense.
None of it did.
And for so strange, confusing reason, I felt sothing stir inside . Not acceptance, not happiness—no.
Just... sothing I couldn’t quite place.
A strange, unsettling feeling that I couldn’t na but I didn’t have the chance to process it.
Because just as I parted my lips, ready to speak, ready to snap back, to put them firmly in their place...
The door opened again.
The sound echoed sharply in the tense silence of the room and then...A female voice followed.
"That won’t be possible, Aidan." The voice ca calm and steady.
But heavy with sothing that made all of us turn at once.
It was Vanessa.
She stepped in slowly, her presence commanding the room without effort. Her expression was serious, no hint of hesitation, no softness, just sothing firm, sothing resolved. Her eyes moved across each of us, scanning slowly, deliberately, like she wanted to make sure we were all paying attention, more like she wanted us to understand.
The room seed to hold its breath and everything stilled.
And then she said it.
"I’m pregnant."
The words landed like a final blow.
A complete, deafening silence followed, thick and heavy, crashing over the room like a wave, leaving everything frozen in its wake.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
It was like ti itself had paused, suspended in that single mont.
And for reasons I couldn’t understand...Sothing shifted inside . A dull ache spread slowly across my chest, not in a sharp nor overwhelming way.
But it was there anyway, steady and unavoidable. It tightened gradually, subtle but undeniable, like sothing deep within had just been struck in a way I couldn’t explain.
My gaze lingered on her, on her face, on her words and on what they ant.
The weight of it all pressed in, heavier with every passing second.
’Assholes!’
The word echoed bitterly in my mind, sharp and unforgiving because there was no misunderstanding this, no confusion, it was crystal clear.
They actually got her pregnant.
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