Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 275: _ End Of an Era

"You will not touch her," Darien snarls.

The Alpha laughs and it sends a chill straight down Isolde’s spine.

"Careful, my sons," he says mildly. "Threatening your Alpha in open court is... unwise."

"You’re pushing it. Back off." He says mildly.

"Or what?" their father asks, tilting his head. "You’ll kill me?"

Isolde’s heart slams into her ribs. Her father smiles wider.

They’re warning him. Her brothers are warning their father to back off, voices overlapping, sharp and furious, daring him to take another step toward Heidi.

And the Alpha laughs. The sound is low and mocking, echoing off stone walls like a challenge. Isolde feels something in her chest snap.

"You think I fear you?" he says calmly. "Four sons throwing a tantrum?"

She feels instantly sick down to her stomach. These are her blood, becoming a spectacle for the entire pack. It hurts her to see, and she blames no one but the man himself.

"I would not relish killing my own children," the Alpha continues. "It would stain my legacy."

Isolde’s breath ceases painfully.

"But," the Alpha adds, lifting a finger, "there is an alternative."

The court stills. He turns his gaze to Heidi, and Isolde hates the way he looks at her as though she isn’t a person, but a problem to be solved.

"Instead of execution, Heidi of the Moon Blessed will be banished." He announces, turning to the entire court.

Gasps ripple through the court.

"Without my blessing."

Silence crashes down like it’s a graveyard instead of a court. He’s sentencing her into becoming a Rogue. Isolde’s nails dig into her palms. A packless wolf is prey.

It’s a curse. No pack protection means no sanctuary. It means being hunted by vampires. By witches. By wolves who see unclaimed blood as fair game. A slow, brutal sentence disguised as mercy.

But... It calms her brothers. She sees it happen in real time. The way their shoulders lower just a little. The way the immediate, murderous tension eases. Alive is better than dead.

They bargain instantly.

"Give her your blessing," Darien demands hoarsely. "Let her leave protected."

The Alpha’s expression hardens. "No."

"Father..."

"No."

Isolde’s nails dig into her palms.

"You will give your blessing." Amias says as a matter of fact.

Morgan nods once. "You want her gone? Fine. But you don’t damn her."

Grayson steps forward. "That’s not justice. That’s cruelty."

The Alpha’s eyes harden. "I refuse."

Then something unbelievable happens.

Darien straightens. "If you don’t want to, then do your wish. But know that if she leaves," he says clearly, "I leave with her."

The court explodes instantly. "What?!"

"Alpha heir—are you mad?!"

Daphne screams, "DARien, NO!"

Morgan doesn’t hesitate. "Me too."

Grayson laughs but there’s pain in it. "Guess we’re doing this."

Amias finally speaks. "I’m not staying without her."

Isolde’s breath leaves her lungs in a rush. One by one, like dominos, the Alpha stares at his sons, something like pain flickering across his face because these were his heirs, the ones whom he had spent his life training to hold his place and they would throw it all away for one girl.

However, the man hastily schooled his expression back into that of nonchalance. "You will die out there. You will be hunted. Starved. You will beg to come back."

Darien meets his gaze. "Better that than becoming you."

The words are an insult to the man of status. Isolde feels tears burn behind her eyes. This is insane. This is tragic but this is the greatest love story she’s ever witnessed.

"ARE YOU ALL OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!" she shrieks, horror-stricken. "You can’t! You’re Alpha heirs! You’re everything the pack stands for!"

Her voice cracks. Tears streak down her face. "You’ll be hunted! You’ll be killed!"

The Alpha’s face twists with pain.

"You will not survive. Rogues are prey. You will be slaughtered."

Darien meets his gaze. "Then that’s our choice."

Something in the Alpha breaks. He clenched his hands into fists. "Fine," he snarls. "You have twelve hours to leave."

Isolde’s heart aches. She hates it. She hates all of it. She hates that her brothers will suffer for doing the right thing. She hates that her father forced their hand.

But she understands.Because she has Nash. Because love is not optional. It is survival.The court dissolves into chaos.

Daphne bolts toward her brothers, sobbing, clinging, and begging. Isolde stays rooted for a second longer, chest tight, before Nash, Lira, and Ace appear at her sides.

Nash squeezes her hand gently. "I’m sorry," he murmurs.

She exhales shakily. "Me too."

Together, they move toward the heirs and Heidi—who are now surrounded by pack members, voices overlapping with apologies, promises, loyalty.

Isolde watches it all, heart aching, furious and proud and devastated all at once. This pack broke today but something better was born in its place.

Auro presses close inside her, fierce and aching. "We would have done the same thing and chosen our mate too," her wolf says softly.

"I know," Isolde whispers.

And she watches the end of an era unfold—knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

The court does not recover even after ten

minutes passed. There is no clean ending, no gavel strike, no orderly dispersal. What follows is fracture—voices splintering, loyalties realigning in real time, wolves looking at one another like strangers for the first time. Isolde feels it everywhere. In the way elders avert their eyes. In the way guards suddenly look unsure of who they serve. In the way the word Alpha no longer carries the same unquestioned weight.

Her father stands rigid at the center of it all, unmoving, immovable, and for the first time in her life Isolde sees him not as a pillar,but as a relic. A man clinging to laws that are already cracking beneath his feet.

He has won, technically.

And yet he has lost everything that mattered.

Her brothers are no longer his. They stand around Heidi like a living wall, not heirs, not weapons—just men who have chosen love over obedience. Chosen each other. Chosen right over rule.

Isolde presses a hand to her chest, breath trembling. Grief and pride war inside her until she can’t tell which hurts more. This is what change looks like, she realizes.

It isn’t neat.It isn’t bloodless and it never asks permission.

Auro lifts her head inside her, eyes bright. "The world just shifted," her wolf says reverently.

Isolde swallows hard. "Yes," she thinks.

"And there’s no going back now."