All Chapters of The Alpha Quadruplet's Babies: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Logan's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall of my room. My mind was filled with images of Emma and her children. Damn it. Why did everything have to be so complicated? I squeezed my hands until my knuckles turned white. Why was I still thinking about Emma? I already knew the answer, but damn, I felt like I was getting caught up in a whirlwind of feelings that shouldn't be there.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But, before I could fully sink into my thoughts, my bedroom door suddenly swung open. Scarlett was standing there, her eyes sharp on mine."What the hell, Scarlett? Have you never heard of 'knock' before entering someone's room?" I asked in an angry tone.Scarlett just smirked, then walked in as if she had every right to be there. "Calm down, Logan. I just met someone you know."I frowned, no time for Scarlett's games right now. "I don't care who you meet. Get out of here, Scarlett."

Logan's POV The next morning, I returned to the villa, the place that had once been the center of everything. There were so many memories and responsibilities attached to this place, and it felt strange to be here after so long, like returning to a world I had once left behind. In front of the villa, the young werewolves had gathered, waiting eagerly, though they tried to hide it behind their nonchalant demeanor. They all looked at me, waiting for instructions. I looked around, seeing young faces, full of enthusiasm, but also with the arrogance and self-confidence that only those who had not yet experienced the outside world could have. They reminded me of myself, full of ambition, eager to prove myself, but not knowing what they were really getting into. "Alright," I said, my voice louder than I had intended. "Let's begin." They immediately moved into position, showing their readiness for whatever I had to say. One by one, I checked their formation, making corrections here

Emma’s POV "Yes, but you didn't tell me the real reason. I heard rumors about a man who keeps following you. Is that true?" He looked at me sharply this time, as if trying to read my mind."That's my business, not yours," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let him pry into my personal affairs. Matthew was always like this, wanting to know more than he should."You know, Emma, ​​I could make your life harder here if I wanted to. I have the power to do that," he threatened, but I just smiled a little."You tried, Matthew, and look where I am now. I'm still here, doing my job well," I replied. I wasn't going to back down just because he tried to scare me.Matthew looked annoyed by my answer. His face turned red, but he tried to hide his emotions by taking a deep breath."Don't be cocky, Emma. Remember, I'm the one calling the shots here. If you don't cooperate, I can easily get rid of you," he said in a lower tone, trying to sound mo

Emma's POVNot long after, our coffee arrived. I tasted the latté, and it immediately warmed my body. Scarlett sipped her cappuccino with a satisfied smile on her face. "It's delicious," I said with a smile, enjoying the sweet taste of the caramel combined with the coffee. "This place is really comfortable." Scarlett nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I like this kind of atmosphere. Quiet, but not too quiet. Perfect for spending time while chatting." We were silent for a moment, each busy enjoying our coffee. However, I could feel Scarlett looking at me as if she had something she wanted to say. I raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to say what was on her mind. "Is there something you want to talk about?" I asked in a light tone. Scarlett put down her coffee cup and looked at me with a more serious expression. "Emma, ​​I wanted to ask you about the man you told me about yesterday. Joseph, right?"My heart started beating a li

Emma's POV That night, after putting the kids to bed, I felt incredibly tired. I lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket up to my chest, and tried to close my eyes. However, even though my body felt so tired, my mind couldn't calm down. The image of Joseph, the man from my past who had now reappeared, kept bothering my mind. Fear, anger, and confusion mixed together, making my heart restless. Finally, whether because I was too tired or because my mind was in chaos, I fell asleep and was trapped in a dream. In that dream, I went back to the past, when I first met Joseph. At that time, he was not the Joseph I know now, but a man full of charm and mystery, captivating me in a way I never expected. I remember that night very clearly in the dream. Joseph looked at me with such a deep gaze, as if he could see into my soul. We talked and laughed, and somehow, our conversation developed into something more. That feeling came back to haunt me, the longing