My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 170

Lilith’s POV

I found myself in the same damn spot I had been in a week ago—staring at the wall like it owed me something. The frustration simmered under my skin. What was even worse was the realization that the twins weren’t going to show up. I woke up alone, the bed empty, no note, nothing. Did they expect me to sit around and wait for them to waltz in? It wasn’t just that though, no. It was everything else. The embarrassment of last night still gnawed at me. I'd made a complete fool of myself, and I was almost certain Quinley had orchestrated the entire thing. She wanted me to lash out at her, and in my half-drunken, sexed-up state, I’d taken the bait.

But the real kicker? I had offered myself to both of them—and Caden had turned me down. What the hell was that about?

*Did you not see the look of disappointment in Caden’s eyes when we were in the shower? You fucked up,* Rose’s voice echoed in my head, and I could feel the cold shoulder from her.

Yeah, I saw it. It stung. Hard.

The thing was, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that my actions now affected more than just me. I wasn’t just Lilith anymore. I was tied to them, to their pack, to their legacy. Everyone would be watching my every move. How was I supposed to live up to that?

I’d just survived one of the longest, craziest weeks of my life, and I was no closer to figuring out what I was supposed to do. The confusion wrapped around me like a suffocating cloud. It wasn’t like me to feel this unsure.

And finals? Yeah, that was still a thing. But I couldn’t even think about it now.

Briar texted me—she somehow managed to scrape together enough cash to come tonight, but she was just in it for the spectacle. Dahlia had called me twice to confirm my hair and makeup, and I still had a couple of hours to kill.

My stomach twisted in knots. I was starving, but the thought of food made me feel even worse. I picked up my phone, dialed a number, and had no idea what I was expecting out of this.

RING, RING, RING.

"Yeah?" Sylas’s groggy voice yelled through the line.

"Sylas, it’s Lily," I said, sitting up straight, trying to summon some kind of seriousness, even though it was ridiculous because he couldn’t see me.

"Huh? Oh. What’s up? You getting anywhere with the name?" he asked, still sounding half asleep.

"Yeah, um, I can’t release it. They’ve asked me not to. No way around it," I said, pinching my eyes shut in frustration.

"Lily... come on. School’s over, you’re not even in their pack. You don’t owe them anything," he scoffed.

I paced the room, my heart racing. *What a dick*, I thought, but I couldn’t tell him the truth—that Caleb had taken me to meet the Moons, wined and dined me, tried to impress me, and I had thrown it all away.

*Like you don’t agree with him. You’re not going to pick Sylas over them,* Rose chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I sighed, feeling the weight of my choices crash down on me. My stomach churned with regret. What was the point of pursuing a career in the city if it meant leaving them behind? If it meant I’d ruined their lives in the process?

Fuck.

I ran to the bathroom, put the phone on speaker, splashed cold water on my face, even though I’d just showered. My mind was spinning.

"I need to make some changes," I said, trying to sound collected, "Is my interview in your office? I need to grab it—I didn’t make a copy, and I need it to finalize my article."

*Cause you are! Ugh, I’m exhausted with you,* Rose groaned.

*Yeah, me too. This double life is for the birds,* I muttered under my breath.

I collapsed on the couch, feeling nauseous. What the hell did I even need to fix? And what did “fixing it” even mean anymore?

"If you take it, you better bring me something better in return. This is the story of the year. The pack is waiting for their new Alphas to take over, and they’re 21—shouldn’t they have their mate by now? It’s going to come out. So, what's the harm in us getting something out of it?" Sylas's voice was insistent as I heard running water in the background.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I froze, annoyed. If it was the twins, I had no idea what I was even going to say to them. And I still needed to haul ass across campus to Sylas’s office.

"So, is it in your office or not? And where?" I snapped.

"It’s in the safe, you know the combo," Sylas replied, his voice cool. "But listen, I mean it, Lily. I’ll call you tomorrow to check in on where things are at."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I threw my phone down, frustrated. I threw on a tank top—I'd been wearing just a sports bra—and quickly tied my hair up into a bun. Who the hell was at the door now?

I was so sure it was the twins that I didn’t even bother checking the peephole. When I opened the door, I nearly choked.

It wasn’t the twins. It was their little sister. And behind her, Liam stood, his face dark with anger. I gulped. Violet shoved past me, and I stepped back in surprise.

"I’m sure you remember me. Violet Ashford. We need to talk," she said, her voice sharp. She gestured for Liam to stay outside.

"Of course, all ready for tonight," I said, forcing a smile. It was obvious this wasn’t a friendly visit. I shut the door behind her, my heart already racing.

Violet didn’t waste time. She spun around, getting in my face. I could easily look down on her—she was tiny compared to me—but the fire in her eyes made me realize I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. She was here to say something, and she wasn’t holding back.

"I don’t know who the hell you think you are, keeping secrets, dragging my brothers around by their dicks, but guess what, sweetheart? I wrote the fucking book on it," she snapped, her voice bitter. "I may only be 15, but I’ve known who my mate is my whole damn life. And I’ve never been able to tell anyone. How do you think that makes me feel? How do you think it makes *him* feel?"

I stood there, dumbfounded, my mouth hanging open. What the hell was she talking about?

"Liam’s known we were mates his whole life, and he’s suffered more than you could possibly imagine because of it. He’s 24, terrified to kiss or sleep with anyone else, knowing it’ll hurt me. He’s waited for me. He loves me more than he loves himself. He hides everything just to keep me from being hurt. He even pays women to pretend they’ve slept with him to keep up appearances," Violet spat, her eyes brimming with tears.

I could only stare at her, completely overwhelmed. I turned and grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort from the cabinet, pouring two shots. Without hesitation, she took one, threw it back, and I followed suit.

She slammed her glass down, wiping her eyes, her anger still burning brightly.

"It feels good to say this to someone else. I’ve carried this burden for so long. I know you have your own problems, Lilith. But my life and Liam’s life? They’ve been about putting each other first. I’ve loved him my whole life. Everything I do, I think about how it’ll affect him. What if someone sees us kiss? What if it costs him being Beta? What if my brothers hate him? I have to think about every little thing," Violet said, pacing the small kitchen.

"You know it’s forbidden for someone with their wolf to have sex with a pup. Liam would be exiled. A rogue. But you? You don’t have to hide, Lily! You can be with them, open and free. That’s what makes no sense. Just love them. They love you so much already."

She stopped pacing and looked at me with fierce eyes. "They went to my dad this morning and asked for more time, just so you could have a career."

They'd practically destroyed themselves in front of both their fathers and Alphas—hell, even their Beta. I knew they wouldn’t tell you this, but you needed to hear it: they’re tearing themselves apart trying to give you what you want, even if it means risking everything, including their claim to Alpha. If the pack ever found out that their Goddess-chosen Luna doesn't want them, the whole thing would crumble. My family would be humiliated. Do you even care?

Get it together, Lilith. Stop being selfish. I’m telling you this as someone who’s spent over a decade suffering in silence, sacrificing every ounce of sanity for others. Don't make this worse. Mate and mark them. Do it now, today. Don't put them through this. All they’ve ever wanted is to love their pack and lead them—side by side with their Luna. I get it, you’ve spent your whole life chasing one dream, but so have they.

You'll find your place in the pack, not in the world outside it,” she said, wiping away another tear.

The door swung open, and Liam stormed in, fury written all over his face. Without a word, he pulled his mate into his arms, holding her tight. I froze, utterly speechless, just... blank. Everything I thought I knew had unraveled this week, and now, with this moment, I was more lost than ever.

"I'm fine, Liam, I'm fine," she said, her voice soft as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair from her face.

The way he looked at her—pure adoration, deep love—it hit me like a punch to the gut. There was no mistaking it: he was completely in love. He was looking at her like she was the whole world, the only thing that mattered. And there I was, standing in the middle of their intimacy, feeling like an intruder.

"We can have that too, right now. Let’s go find them," Rose said, her excitement practically jumping off the walls.

"You're both so blessed to have each other," I said, my voice breaking, a tear slipping down my cheek.

Liam caught my gaze for a fleeting moment before turning his attention back to Violet, pulling her even closer.

“She’s my whole world,” he said, his words quiet but full of raw emotion. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

I caught the edge of his words—"including lie to my brothers"—before he continued, pulling her tighter into his embrace.

“I don’t want them to know I came here, that Liam told me about their meeting this morning. Besides waiting for my birthday, I’ve been waiting for you, Lily. I grew up with nothing but football and testosterone-filled bullshit," she chuckled, glancing at Liam. “I’ve been waiting for a sister. Someone to share not just Liam’s secret, but *all* my secrets. I can’t do that with Chole—she never talks to me. I always thought… the twins’ mate would be my best friend. We’d shop, laugh, share inside jokes. I have friends, but Liam is my best friend. No offense, babe, but you can’t be that kind of bestie,” she teased, giving Liam a playful punch.

He kissed her forehead, then they both turned to look at me. I was still reeling, my mind struggling to catch up with what I had just learned. But in that moment, I knew there was only one thing they wanted to hear from me.

“I heard everything you said. And... I’m sorry. I really am. I’m going to try and fix this. I will make it right,” I said, wiping away another tear. The words felt hollow—I still didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to try.

“Please do,” Liam said, his voice full of desperation as he pulled Violet toward the door. “I can’t stand seeing my brothers like this. They're torn apart. Don’t make them choose between their pack and their mate. They’ll die either way.”

Violet turned to wave goodbye, and I waved back. It was clear she had said everything she needed to say.

Once the door clicked shut, I hurried to throw on my shoes, grab my purse, and move as fast as I could. I had to process this visit later. First, I had to get their file.

I wasn’t a runner, but I ran faster than I ever had in my life, racing across campus to Sylas’s office. I reached his building in record time, fumbling for my key. But when I reached the door, I stopped in my tracks. It was slightly ajar. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed it open. The sight before me made my stomach drop. His office was completely trashed—papers scattered everywhere, bookshelves knocked over, filing cabinets emptied.

Someone had broken into his office.

But they hadn’t taken anything valuable. His laptop and stereo were still there, untouched. It wasn’t a robbery.

I held my breath and started rifling through the mess, desperately searching for his safe. It had to be here. If I didn’t find it, everything was over.