Alpha's Twins Chapter 155

"What the hell are you doing to my Alpha?"

Patrick shouted the second he spotted the flames blazing across my chest. You could see it right through my white shirt, though somehow the fabric wasn't burning—just my skin underneath.

Patrick immediately drew his gun from his waistband and aimed it straight at Qadir.

"Cut the magic bullshit right now, or I'm putting all six rounds in your skull," Patrick warned.

Qadir barely glanced at Patrick before responding, "Easy there, Beta. Your Alpha's tougher than you give him credit for."

I locked eyes with Qadir, jaw clenched tight. This bastard had the nerve to hit me with his witchy crap. Who the fuck did he think he was?

I caught Patrick's eye and nodded toward his gun. Put it down.

He clearly didn't want to, but he couldn't ignore a direct order from me.

The moment Patrick lowered his weapon, Qadir turned back to me.

"My apologies. I was simply protecting myself."

The flames were getting closer to my heart, and I could feel the heat building. I snarled at him, "Stop this shit. Now."

Just like that, everything stopped. The fire, the burning sensation—gone in an instant.

I stared him down hard.

"Sorry about that, Alpha," he said again.

My hands balled into fists. I wanted to rip this guy's throat out, but I couldn't. Not yet.

"You're going in my dungeon," I told him.

For the first time, real fear flashed across his face.

I smirked and stepped back, heading for the door. I didn't become head Alpha by letting people walk all over me. So what if he had magic? Down in the dungeon, with no fresh air or moonlight, let's see how powerful his little spells would be.

Qadir got to his feet. "You can lock me up, but you can't change what's coming, Alpha."

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. "Oh right, I heard you're some kind of psychic. So why didn't you warn that royal family they were about to get their asses kicked, Qadir?"

He met my stare. "I'm not a psychic. But sometimes I see things—past, future. Like right now, I can see the claw marks on your back."

I frowned and shot a quick mind-link to Patrick. *Can you see any marks through my shirt?*

He shook his head.

I laughed. "What, you got X-ray vision now?"

I was joking around, but the old man just stared at me like I'd said something profound. How the hell could he see a wound that was completely covered?

"I can see people's injuries, and I can heal them too. If you'd like—"

He paused and raised his hand. The lines on his palm turned dark red as he continued, "If you want, I can heal that wound on your chest as well."

Before he could try anything, I cut him off with a sharp, "Don't."

He lowered his hand and made a fist.

With that same calm expression, he said, "I could heal every mark on your body except the ones on your chest. You know why? Because that one almost pierced your heart. You were cut deep, but it wasn't just physical—it wounded your soul."

I stood there listening, my fists getting tighter. He was right about one thing: I didn't believe Natalia had actually wanted to kill me. The truth was, she didn't give a damn whether I lived or died. I was nothing to her. That's exactly why she deserved everything that was happening to her now.

Seeing me lost in thought, Qadir smiled.

"Alpha, you have the power to heal these wounds yourself. Maybe you don't want them to heal. Maybe you want them to remind you of the person who gave them to you."

I looked away. "I don't owe you any explanations."

I started to leave, but his next words stopped me cold.

"You already know you love her, Alpha. How long are you going to keep lying to yourself? One day, that broken heart of yours is going to bring you to your knees for her."