My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 175

Lilith's POV

*What the hell just happened?* Rose's voice echoed in my head, pushing me closer to the edge of sanity. Her shout was like a blade twisting in my gut.

I had to get out. I couldn’t face this, couldn’t endure the humiliation. I needed to run—run far away from this mess before it suffocated me. My fingers fumbled as I reached for the limo door. Liam was outside, engrossed in a conversation with the driver. I thought I could slip away, make it out, shift, and find somewhere to hide for the night.

But of course, I was wrong.

"Where do you think you're going?" Liam's voice was calm but firm, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Running away isn’t the answer, Lily. I get it—it's the easy choice, the obvious one. But you’ve got to face this. Don’t run. If you make me chase you, trust me, it’ll only get worse."

Before I could even think of another move, he was across the seat in a flash, gripping my wrist with a strength that left me breathless. Damn him. He was too quick, too strong. I had to remember that.

I slumped back into the seat, trying to ignore the fire burning beneath my skin. "My personal life is nobody's entertainment," I muttered, wiping away the tear that had escaped.

Liam settled beside me, silent. Thank God for that. I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth. They were a defense mechanism, a false shield to cover up the truth—that I'd made my personal life very public. There was no room for privacy when I'd practically handed it over to the world. My mind spiraled, imagining how much damage I could’ve done, how vulnerable I had made myself.

I’d always taken risks. Sleeping with people I barely knew, never fully trusting anyone. How could I not wonder if someone had recorded me, made a spectacle of me?

The thought made me sick. I was beyond nauseous. And then the rage bubbled up.

“Caleb said the other day he was desperate to know what goes on in your head. I get it now,” Liam’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “Your face says a thousand things, but your silence… it’s like a weight in the room.”

I shot him a look, my brow raised. "Are you a poet or something?" I barely whispered the words.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Having to wait nearly a decade for my mate to come of age… yeah, it gives you a lot of free time. I read a lot. Violet and I trade books; it's something we can actually do together that’s... public.” He looked away, his gaze distant for a moment.

“Aren’t full moons unbearable?” I asked before I could stop myself, genuinely curious.

He shrugged, eyes focusing back on me. “Not yet. Maybe in her last year or so, my wolf will get too restless. But I try to stay away from her then. I feel on edge, but it’s manageable.”

I took a deep breath, the tension easing just a little. Liam had a way of calming the storm inside me. There was something about him—he was laid-back, easygoing, and yet, it was clear that if things came to a head, he’d be someone to reckon with. The twins trusted him, and now I saw why.

But his calm only made my own lack of control more glaring. I was stuck in my old ways, my old habits. I’d spent too long in a life that wasn’t sustainable, not in this new world.

I had sworn, once, that I’d never regret anything. I was a woman of action, of certainty, but now… I just felt foolish. So many years wasted, so many things left unsaid. I’d changed so much, but I didn’t know if it was for the better.

And then there was Rose’s laughter, pushing me further into this overwhelming self-awareness. Maybe it was time to put the bottle down. Maybe two drinks, for life. No more.

I’d told myself I’d never let anyone have the upper hand, and yet here I was, trapped in Quinley’s games. I knew it was her. She was the one pulling the strings, orchestrating this disaster. And damn Sonia, who’d probably found out about the interview, seized it, and then made it look like a break-in to cover her tracks. Even Quinley could put two and two together—suddenly the Ashfords, who’d found their mate, were all over campus with me. It was too obvious.

*Should’ve come clean from the start…* Rose’s voice echoed in my mind, just fueling my frustration. Liam, damn him, was holding me back, keeping me locked in this damn car. But he was older, stronger, and if Alpha had given him orders, there was no getting past him.

I still wanted to run.

I glanced out the window as the driver got in and started the engine. "Where are the guys?" I asked, my voice low, heavy with the need for answers.

"They’re handling something," Liam replied. "I’m taking you home. Our home. They’ll stay behind to clean up the mess, do some damage control. Then they’ll do their charity dates. Alpha thinks it’s best."

My heart pounded in my chest as the door opened. I held my breath, hoping to see the twins. But it wasn’t them. It was Violet.

She slid into the seat across from me, her body flopping into place like she was already exhausted from the weight of the day.

I waited for her to speak, tension building with every passing second. The old me would’ve snapped, would’ve demanded she get to the point. But now… I could feel the calm I was trying to hold onto slipping away.

Finally, she spoke, her voice measured. “The guys are leaving a check as a donation for your date. They’re going to randomly select a couple to take the boat ride.”

I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to scream. *Get to the damn point.*

“They know who did it,” Violet continued, her eyes glancing between Liam and me. “Apparently, they had to hold each other back from chasing her down.”

“Quinley, isn’t it?” I snapped, my blood boiling. "I knew something was off, but I didn’t think she’d be this reckless."

“Who’s Quinley?” Liam asked, genuinely confused.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. If he didn’t know her, it meant the twins hadn’t thought her worth mentioning. It didn’t take the sting out of knowing they’d slept with her, but it was something.

"Caleb called her a jersey chaser," Violet added, her tone flat.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Violet knew my reputation. I’d never cared about what others thought, never worried if my mother knew... but now, with the whole world watching, it felt different. It was like I was no longer in control.

The world had seen everything. The girl-on-girl kiss. The drunken brawl. What a mess.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but it had only been last night.

And in front of me, this 15-year-old girl had somehow made me want to be better. She’d shown me that real life was messy, but it was also about doing the hard things, the selfless things.

I pulled out my phone, heart pounding as I texted the Registrar, calling in a favor I had long held over her.

Me: "Calling in that favor. Quinley Hawthorne, is she graduating? Any chance of that not happening? She very publicly leaked a video of me, and heads will roll. Well, hers. Please delete this thread, discretion is of the utmost importance."

I knew she'd cave. She had to—her job was on the line. And if that wasn’t enough, I had footage of her son drunkenly doing a toga dance, mostly naked, with an underage girl at his frat. The way he kissed her? It would burn everything to the ground.

I watched the screen as dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. She was probably sweating bullets trying to figure out what to say. I didn’t see the entire video earlier when it played on the damn screen behind me, but something told me the person who filmed it was smart enough to keep Quinley’s face hidden. No one would know she’d been attacked unless they’d been there.