My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 228

Even though it’s in the past, knowing we could have lost you before we ever got the chance to meet you is agonizing. That was the pain talking, Lia. He didn’t mean it."

"I know." My voice was flat, emotionless. "I saw it in his eyes before he even said it. That doesn’t make it hurt any less."

I turned away from him, unable to bear the pleading in those seafoam green eyes. But he wasn’t ready to give up. Instead, he stepped behind my barstool, pulling me back against his chest. His nose brushed up and down my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Will you talk to him? Let him apologize?" he asked, voice thick with desperation. "Logan is his own worst enemy. He’s already convinced himself he doesn’t deserve you. He lashed out because the alternative is admitting he’s afraid. We’re Alphas, Lia. We don’t do scared. He doesn’t know how to handle it."

I didn’t answer. Instead, I voiced the thought that had been circling in my head all night.

"I was having so much fun tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve let myself relax like that." I exhaled, shoulders slumping. "I was starting to think maybe… I could really enjoy spending more time with you. See where this goes, you know? But then Logan said that, and suddenly, I remembered all the reasons why this could never work."

Liam's eyes flickered with unease, his anxiety palpable. He wanted this, wanted us, more than anything. And I hated being the reason for the fear in his expression. I knew he was sincere. But Finnian had been sincere too—until he wasn’t.

"It can work, Lia." His voice was firm, determined. "Just give us a chance to prove it to you. Don’t let one mistake decide everything." The raw vulnerability in his gaze made my chest tighten.

"There’s that word again… mistake." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "How many mistakes does he get before I do let it influence me?" I pushed away from the bar and stood up.

I needed air.

A short while ago, I had felt energized, alive. Now, exhaustion weighed down on me, pressing into my bones. I just wanted a shower and a dreamless sleep. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

Liam didn’t argue. He simply followed me outside, silent. I heard Logan’s footsteps join us as we stepped into the night air, confirming that Liam had linked him. They both trailed behind me, always keeping a few steps of distance.

Probably mind-linking. Probably discussing me.

By the time we reached the car, Liam opened the back door, and I slid into the middle seat, expecting him to follow. I knew I was toeing a dangerous line—giving them just enough hope without fully giving in—but I didn’t care. Their presence was comforting in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely.

Hell, if one of them had asked me to curl up in their lap just to breathe in their scent, I might have done it.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes, waiting for Liam to settle in beside me. I felt the seat dip. The doors shut. The engine roared to life.

And then I inhaled.

Chocolate and cinnamon.

Not Liam.

My eyes snapped open, locking onto Logan’s remorse-filled gaze. It was written all over his face—the silent plea for forgiveness.

I was too drained to talk about it, so instead of pulling away, I did the opposite. I burrowed closer, resting against him, closing my eyes once more. His arm wrapped around me, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns across my bare back.

I let the rhythmic motion lull me into the haze of sleep.

Until—

"Shit!"

Logan’s curse ripped through the silence as my body was suddenly jolted forward, colliding with something solid.

"What the fuck did you stop right in front of me for?!" he growled.

My sluggish mind struggled to process what was happening. My eyes fluttered open.

Logan was carrying me.

The solid thing I’d hit? Liam’s back.

"Sorry," Liam muttered, sounding distracted. "I—I thought I caught an unfamiliar scent up here. But now I can’t find it."

"I don’t smell anything," Logan sniffed the air, frowning.

I inhaled, trying to detect whatever had set Liam off. "Nothing. Just you two." My voice was groggy, still thick with sleep.

"See?" Logan shot Liam a pointed look. "You woke her up for nothing, dumbass."

"Sorry, baby girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Mr. Paranoid over here is imagining things again."

"Again?" I repeated, smirking. "So this is a regular thing? Should we, like… hire a therapist?" I stage-whispered.

Logan’s lips quirked up in amusement. "Believe me, I’ve tried. He refuses to go."

"Haha. You’re both hilarious," Liam grumbled, crossing his arms.

They were still standing there, just staring at me.

And Logan? Still holding me.

"Uh, I’m awake now," I pointed out. "You can probably put me down." I smiled, teasing.

"Maybe I don’t want to." His grip on me tightened slightly.

"Logan, it’s like, five feet to my door. I think I can make it on my own." I rolled my eyes.

He let out a low, rumbling growl at my defiance but complied, carrying me the short distance before setting me gently on my feet.

"Thank you both for tonight." I meant it. "I really had a wonderful time."

Before they could react, I leaned up on my toes, pressing a soft kiss to each of their cheeks.

Neither moved. They were waiting for something—waiting for me to invite them in.

Blue was going to kill me for this, but I needed space tonight.

"I’ll see you both in the morning, okay?" My smile was warm but firm.

Liam sighed in resignation. "Goodnight, Angel."

Logan only gave a small nod before they both turned, heading toward their own rooms.

The moment I stepped inside my own, closing the door behind me, Blue started whining in protest. She wanted our mates.

It was going to be a long night.

But I needed this time to think.

My emotions felt like a yo-yo, flung out only to be snapped back in.

And the thing about toys?

They break.

All too often, they end up broken.