My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

Mika's Father

Malcolm

I am well aware of the unsettling behavior exhibited by some pack members towards Mika; I've witnessed their cruel jokes and the way they have physically bullied her on multiple occasions.

However, it never crossed my mind that she was enduring similar mistreatment at the hands of her father. It’s shocking to realize that the very person who should be her protector and support is instead contributing to her suffering in such an alarming way.

From the moment Max and I walked Mika home during that chilly early morning, the image of her father tormenting her has haunted my thoughts. How she flinched at his sharp words and the fear etched on her face when her father struck her.

Ever since that day, a barrier has emerged between us. Mika seems to be deliberately avoiding Max and me, as if the burden of what happened is too heavy for her to share. It seems that Mika has been more isolated and distant while I yearn to reach out and help her.

It has been a whole week since Max and I confronted Mika's father, making it clear that he would never touch her again. Despite our intervention, I find myself increasingly worried and confused about her situation. Mika has been deliberately avoiding us, and I can't help but wonder how she is managing to cope if her father is continuing to inflict harm on her.

Several times, I contemplated going to her home to check on her – the urge to see her and ensure she was okay has haunted me day and night. However, Max has insisted that it might not be a good idea.

He worries that a visit might only embarrass Mika further, putting her in an uncomfortable position given the gravity of what’s happening at home. The conflict between my concern for Mika and my desire to respect her feelings has left me feeling helpless and frustrated. I want to know that she’s safe and that we can support her however she needs.

Although I strongly desired to visit Mika, I realized my schedule was too packed to make it feasible. Since my brothers and I had welcomed our wolves into our lives, we had poured our energy and attention into forging a deep and lasting bond with these magnificent creatures.

The bond we were building was essential, as it would strengthen our relationship with our wolves and ensure their trust and companionship. Still, amidst the whirlwind of training and caring for our new friends, Mika often crossed my mind, and it perplexed me why that was.

Max and I share an intense and inexplicable connection to Mika that often leaves us longing. The desire to be close to her, to feel the warmth of her presence, and to wrap our arms around her is sometimes overwhelming, washing over us like a tidal wave.

Sometimes, we daydream about holding her, whispering secrets, or simply basking in her company. It’s a feeling we can’t quite comprehend, a deep emotional current that pulls us toward her in ways we struggle to articulate. We question what fuels this yearning and why it feels so profound and essential to our well-being.

Tomorrow marks a special celebration for Max, Mark, Mathew, and me as we all celebrate our 18th birthday together! Our mother planned an exciting day with our pack members joining us for festive activities.

There will be plenty of fun challenges and quests outside, inviting neighboring packs to join the celebration. I hope to see Mika to make sure she is doing alright.

I rose with the sun still invisible, the moon's faint glow peeking through my window, signaling it was still quite early. Since no training was scheduled for today, I seized the opportunity to focus on my morning workout.

I opened my dresser drawers, rifling through my sportswear collection until I found a pair of comfortable basketball shirts and a snug tank top that hugged my torso.

With my outfit chosen, I made my way to our home gym, a space filled with the scent of rubber and sweat, its walls adorned with various sports memorabilia. I launched into my routine, spending over an hour alternating between the punching bag and lifting weights.

The rhythmic sound of my fists hitting the bag echoed in the room, accompanied by the clinking of weights as I pushed my body to its limits.

As I immersed myself in the physical exertion, my wolf, Marcus, paced around in my mind, incessantly nagging me about finding our mate. He had been relentless for days, urging me to set aside my training and embark on a quest to locate her.

His persistence was a constant distraction, a reminder that while I was trying to focus on my fitness, he was more fixated on heart matters. The thought of leaving everything behind to search for our mate was not something I was ready for, and I wished he would understand that my priorities lay elsewhere, at least for now.

As dawn broke, I found myself in the familiar rhythm of my early morning workout when my three brothers decided to join me. The coolness of the morning air invigorated us as we pushed through each exercise, our laughter mixing with the sounds of nature awakening around us. With each rep, we encouraged one another, forming a bond that deepened with every shared challenge.

After an hour of dedicated training, we paused to catch our breath, glancing upward to see the sun beginning to rise above the horizon. The sky transformed into a beautiful canvas of orange and pink hues, casting a warm glow over our workout area.

Motivated by the stunning view, we completed our final set with renewed energy. Once finished, we shifted our focus, eager to prepare for the guests we were expecting later that day, ensuring everything was perfect for their arrival.

I finally stepped into the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of my intense workout. After rinsing off and enjoying the soothing sensation, I wrapped myself in a towel and got dressed, carefully selecting my favorite outfit for the occasion.

Excited and excited, I walked down the hallway towards the dining hall. As I pushed open the heavy door, the inviting aroma of breakfast filled the air. The moment I stepped inside, a chorus of cheerful voices called out, "Happy birthday!" from the pack members gathered there, their smiles lighting up the room.

Scanning the tables, my eyes landed on my brothers, seated at the center table alongside our parents. Their warm expressions and the way they waved me over made me smile. They had been waiting for my arrival, and I could feel their excitement bubbling over as I approached them; ready to celebrate this special day together? My parents asked.