My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

First Born Quadruplet

Max

I come from a unique and special pack, The Full Moon Pack, as my brothers and I are quadruplets, all Alphas within our pack, and soon-to-be leaders. Being the firstborn, I carry the weight of added responsibilities.

I must ensure that our pack is well-provided and that we all function harmoniously. This means not only overseeing the welfare of my younger brothers but also being accountable for their actions.

I often make decisions that impact our immediate family and the entire pack. Balancing the needs and strengths of my brothers with the demands of our community is a constant challenge, but it's a role I embrace with pride.

Growing up within our tight-knit family, Malcolm and I have often found ourselves aligned in personality. As the youngest siblings among the four of us, we tend to be the level-headed ones, approaching life with a sense of responsibility and maturity that often belies our age. It’s as if we possess the wisdom of old souls, calmly navigating the ups and downs of our unique circumstances.

In stark contrast, my younger brothers, Mark and Mathew, frequently find themselves in trouble due to their reckless behavior. Their tendency to lose control can create tension at home and within our pack community.

All too often, I’ve had to step in as a mediator, watching helplessly as they belittled and bullied others, causing emotional and social harm. The responsibility of pulling them back from the edge often weighs heavily on my shoulders.

The challenges I face in my role are compounded by the fact that we all share the same destiny. With our 18th birthdays just two months away—an event that will mark our official ascension as Alphas—there’s an unspoken pressure to maintain a sense of decorum and respect among our pack members.

I am constantly navigating the delicate balance of protecting my brothers' dignity while ensuring they understand the consequences of their actions. It’s a challenging position, trying to guide them without embarrassing them publicly.

When we assume our roles as leaders, I want to ensure that our pack continues to respect them rather than question their suitability.

I often find myself daydreaming about the day we discover our destined mate, a moment I fervently hope will coincide with our birthday. My deepest wish is that she embodies the essence of the Moon Goddess, bringing a transformative energy that can help improve Mark and Matthew's behavior.

I've dedicated a lot of time to contemplating our future together, mentally preparing for the possibility that all four of us will share the same wonderful woman.

Regardless of the challenges we may face, I am sure that she will be embraced with all the love, admiration, and respect she deserves. Together, we'll create a bond that honors her spirit and strengthens our connection as mates.

Despite being in a relationship with my girlfriend, Alexa, I find it hard to take our connection seriously. It's a complicated situation; she has frequently expressed her desire for me to commit to her fully, often asking me if I would make her my Luna. Each time, I’ve tried to explain the reality of our circumstances. Once my brothers and I find our true mates, she will no longer have a place in my life as she does now, nor will she have access to the leader's living quarters, a privilege reserved for our chosen partners.

This conversation has been difficult for her to hear, and it often leads to emotional turmoil on her part. Each time I try to reinforce the boundaries of our relationship, she reacts strongly, threatening to break things off.

Yet, despite her frustrations and the emotional distance it creates, she always seems to come back to me. With heartfelt apologies and tear-filled eyes, she begs for forgiveness, hoping to recapture what we have, even if I know deep down that it can’t last forever.

Her persistence is both endearing and troubling, leaving me in a dilemma about navigating our uncertain future and how our mate would react to Alexa's interference.

This morning, I woke up early to prepare for my warrior training, feeling energized and ready to tackle the day. I'm incredibly grateful that it's Saturday; the absence of school pressure lifts a weight off my shoulders.

While I appreciate the educational aspects of school and enjoy learning new things, the constant presence of pack members—both from our pack and neighboring ones—can be overwhelming.

They seem to gravitate toward us, eager for interaction, often leaving me yearning for moments of solitude. I value my privacy and desire a balance where I can focus on my thoughts and interests without the constant buzzing of social demands.

I arrived at the training grounds just before five in the morning, the sky still dark with the remnants of night. A few dedicated members of the pack were already there, their silhouettes visible as they stretched and jogged lightly around the field, their breath rising in soft puffs of steam. The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of my bed just an hour earlier.

As the clock struck five, the sense of anticipation in the air heightened. I glanced around, expecting to see Mark among the familiar faces, leading our warm-up routine as usual. But as I scanned the area, my heart sank—he was nowhere to be found.

Even though it is usual for him to be late for practice, he should have understood by now that leading our warriors is a top priority, especially at the start of a crucial training session. I wondered where he could be or if something had delayed him this time.

After waiting several minutes, a group of warriors finally gathered, their energy palpable. Just as I was beginning to grow impatient, Mathew made his entrance, arriving right when I needed reinforcements.

However, I couldn’t help but wonder about Mark and Malcolm. I had anticipated Mark’s tardiness—his laid-back approach to time was no surprise. But Malcolm? His punctuality was usually a given, and I found myself concerned.

I decided to take charge of the training session to keep the momentum going. I gathered the warriors, shouting commands and demonstrating techniques, determined to maintain focus until Mark eventually showed up.

Deep down, I knew he would have to make amends for his late arrival; I wouldn’t let this slide easily. The training continued, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and motivating shouts, as I led the group with unwavering determination.

I stood fully dressed, feeling the warmth of my clothes cling to me as sweat began to bead on my forehead. After an intense round of drills, I figured a 20-minute break was just what I needed before diving into our next training session. As I caught my breath, I noticed Mark and Michael approaching the training grounds out of my eye. Curiosity sparked within me, and I couldn’t help but call out to them, asking where they had been.

Mark replied with a hint of defiance that they had been with our father, who was scolding

an omega. I felt a mix of annoyance and amusement at their situation. The bickering was familiar to Mark, and I couldn’t resist pushing his buttons further.

I told him he was late, emphasizing that it was his responsibility to lead the training for our warriors. The weight of that duty hung heavily, and I wanted him to feel it.

Frustrated by their tardiness, I turned on my heel and walked away, signaling the urgency of our situation with a quick gesture. It was time to get serious and focus on the next training session; our warriors were counting on us.

Training seemed to breeze by, just like the rest of the morning, leaving me surprisingly unproductive. I consciously decided to distance myself from Alexa for a while; her incessant need for attention had become overwhelming.

Instead, I found solace at my desk, surrounded by stacks of books related to our business venture, hoping to immerse myself in the material and regain some focus.

Just as I began to lose myself in the pages, a soft but firm knock echoed from my bedroom door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced up to see Malcolm standing there, his tense posture. I gestured for him to come in, curious about what weighed heavily on him today.

He settled into the chair across from me, his brow furrowed, deep in contemplation. “Brother, can we talk?” he began, his voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency that piqued my interest. I could tell whatever was on his mind was significant, and I straightened in my seat, ready to listen.