A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's. Chapter 64: Peace

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Oh Moon Goddess... please help .

The prayer ford silently in my mind, desperate and raw, clinging to the last thread of hope I had left. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest as I stood there, surrounded by powerful n who spoke of like I was a prize laid out on a table.

Darren can’t win.

The Quadruplets can’t win.

And that random Alpha... he absolutely cannot win.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, my lips pressing together as if that alone could keep my fear from spilling out. I wasn’t asking for much, just rcy. Just a miracle. Anything that would keep from being handed over like property.

The sound of a chair scraping against the ground snapped my eyes open.

The random Alpha stood.

"I guess I’m in," he said calmly, his voice carrying an unsettling confidence that made my stomach twist.

My breath hitched.

He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his presence commanding without him needing to raise his voice. Unlike the others, he wasn’t smirking or posturing. He looked... composed. Too composed. His eyes swept the gathering briefly before settling on , and when they did, sothing strange stirred deep inside my chest.

A flicker of recognition.

It was faint, fleeting, like trying to recall a dream after waking, but it unsettled nonetheless.

Davian’s brows drew together slightly as he studied the Alpha. "Alpha Daniel," he said slowly, clearly surprised. "We have always known you as a quiet and reserved man. Are you truly participating in this?"

The garden seed to hold its breath.

"Yes, I am."

Daniel’s answer ca without hesitation. His gaze never left , steady and unreadable. My pulse quickened under the weight of his attention, my fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of my dress.

Why did he feel so... familiar?

I searched my mory desperately, but his na echoed hollowly in my mind, refusing to connect to anything solid. I was sure I had seen him before, felt his presence before, but where? When? The harder I tried to rember, the more my thoughts scattered.

Adrien let out a low chuckle as he rose from his seat, the sound light but edged with sothing sharp. "The gas won’t be easy," he said casually, as though he were discussing sport rather than my fate. His eyes flicked briefly toward Daniel before he returned to his seat.

The tension shifted.

Servants moved quietly among the Alphas, refilling goblets with practiced ease. The sound of wine being poured felt absurdly loud in the thick silence. One by one, the Alphas raised their glasses.

"To the competition," soone muttered.

"To strength," another added.

I stood there, invisible yet exposed, as they drank, celebrating a contest that revolved entirely around without once asking what I wanted.

The clink of goblets echoed softly through the garden as they gulped down their drinks, laughter and murmurs rippling through the crowd. My heart sank further with every second that passed.

"When will the competition begin?" Darren asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the noise as he lowered his empty glass.

The mont he spoke, my body tensed involuntarily. I didn’t turn to look at him, but I could feel him, his impatience, his entitlent. The sa man who already had a wife. The sa man who still thought he had a claim over .

Before anyone could answer, another Alpha from the gathering laughed loudly. "You still have a wedding to plan in a month’s ti," he said teasingly. "Why don’t you quit, Alpha?"

Laughter erupted instantly, spreading like wildfire through the garden.

So Alphas slapped their thighs. Others shook their heads in amusent. Even a few servants struggled to hide their smiles.

The Quadruplet jaw tightened.

I watched from the corner of my eye as their fingers curled slowly around the stem of their goblet, their knuckles whitening. The laughter hadn’t amused them, it had challenged them. And that frightened more than anything else.

This wasn’t a ga to them.

It was ownership.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I shifted my weight slightly, suddenly hyperaware of every gaze trained on . The night air felt colder now, the warmth from earlier replaced by a creeping dread that settled deep in my bones.

The noise that followed Davian’s declaration was deafening.

"There is a wedding," he said firmly, his voice ringing with authority, "that is for certain. But the dignity of we brothers must be held intact. This competition..." his lips curled slightly, "...will comnce in fifteen days’ ti."

For a split second, the garden was still.

Then it erupted.

A thunderous roar rose from the gathered Alphas, their voices rging into one overwhelming sound as they lifted their goblets high, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rims.

"To the peace of all packs!" Damien bellowed, his voice thick with drink and pride.

"To the peace of all packs!" the others echoed back in unison, their cheers rolling through the night like a war chant.

I stood there, unmoving, watching them celebrate with wild smiles and flushed faces, their laughter loud and careless. They toasted. They drank. They rejoiced.

And I was the prize.

My chest felt tight, my breath shallow as the reality of it all settled heavily on . They were celebrating , not as a person, not as a woman, but as sothing to be won. A reward. A trophy ant to stroke their egos and prove their dominance.

Could my fate get any worse? I wondered bitterly.

The night dragged on endlessly. More drinks were poured. More laughter followed. One by one, the Alphas drank until their words slurred and their steps beca unsteady. The moon climbed higher into the sky as the garden slowly emptied, the once-grand gathering dissolving into drunken disorder.

Eventually, the Alphas began to drift away, one after another, their earlier bravado dulled by drink and exhaustion. Their footsteps were uneven, their laughter slurred, until the hall slowly emptied. What they left behind spoke loudly enough, empty goblets scattered across tables, chairs pushed back and overturned, the sharp, bitter stench of alcohol clinging stubbornly to the air.

Only the Quadruplet remained.

The silence that followed was oppressive, settling heavily over the room like a thick fog. It pressed against my ears, my chest, my thoughts, until every small sound, my breath, the faint rustle of fabric, felt unbearably loud. Instinctively, I lowered my gaze, my shoulders stiffening as my body tensed. Every nerve scread at to brace myself, warning that whatever ca next would not be gentle.

I didn’t dare move.

I didn’t dare look up.

The quiet stretched, thin and fragile, threatening to shatter at the slightest provocation. My heart pounded violently, each beat echoing with dread, as though it already knew what my mind was struggling to accept.

Then Aidan’s voice cut through the stillness,sharp, cold and rciless.It tore through the silence like a blade, leaving no room for escape.

"Whore!"

I flinched violently, my head snapping up in shock.

"What did you do?" he snarled, striding toward with unsteady steps. His eyes burned with sothing ugly, rage, jealousy, and humiliation tangled together. "What did you do to them, huh? What did you promise them that made them want to fight over you?"

My lips parted, but no sound ca out.

Adrien laughed, a harsh, drunken sound, as he staggered slightly, steadying himself against a chair. "Yes," he slurred cruelly, pointing at . "Answer him. Did you open your legs for them?" His eyes dragged over with disgust. "You must be feeling like a champion right now, right? Every Alpha wants a piece of you."

Each word struck harder than a slap.

I felt my throat tighten, tears burning behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I would not give them that satisfaction.

"Co, brothers," Davian said suddenly, his tone cold and detached as he turned away. "Don’t waste your breath on her. I am leaving."

Without another glance in my direction, he walked away, his footsteps steady despite the alcohol, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

For a fleeting mont, I thought it might end there.

I was wrong.

"It’s all right, brothers," Damien said quietly, stepping forward. There was sothing in his voice that made my blood run cold. "I will handle her myself."

Before I could react, his hand shot out.

Pain exploded across my scalp as his fingers tangled brutally in my hair. A sharp cry tore from my throat as he yanked forward, forcing to stumble as he dragged toward his quarters.

"Let go of !" I gasped, my hands clawing uselessly at his arm, my feet struggling to keep up as he pulled along without rcy.

"Quiet," he snapped, tightening his grip. "You don’t get to make noise now."

The garden blurred behind as tears finally spilled down my cheeks, the celebration lights fading into darkness. My heart pounded wildly, terror and despair crashing over in waves.

The cheers from earlier echoed mockingly in my mind.

To the peace of all packs.

Peace.

I had never felt farther from it in my life.