My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 243

For the final piece of our bond to fall into place.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that met my eyes when she stepped into view. Her wolf was breathtaking. Pure white, her coat shimmered under the sunlight, its glossy sheen catching every ray like polished snow. Most wolves bore fur that echoed their human hair color, so I’d assumed hers would be a rich golden blonde. I never expected this.

And those eyes—those vibrant, electric blue eyes—shone even more vividly in this form, if that were even possible. The intelligence, the emotion—they were the same. It was still her. I stood frozen, completely captivated, until Liam’s voice echoed in my mind.

"Fucking beautiful."

His tone was awestruck, and I knew mine would’ve been too, if I’d found the words.

Lia tilted her head slightly, clearly picking up on our silent exchange. Though the mind-link wouldn’t connect in our human forms until we marked her, we could reach her now—as wolves. I opened the link between us.

"Just admiring how gorgeous you are, baby girl," I said.

Her soft giggle echoed back through the bond, making my wolf ache to leap forward and smother her in affection.

"You two aren’t so bad yourselves," she replied teasingly, padding toward us.

Even as a wolf, she was tall for a female—her head reached just to our shoulders, like her human form. Without hesitation, she moved between Liam and me, nuzzling our necks. Fang rumbled with contentment in my chest.

I lowered my head to nuzzle her back—but something made me freeze. Just behind her left ear, nestled in the sea of white, was a distinct patch of brown fur—shaped unmistakably like a Triskelion. My heart pounded. I buried my snout in her neck, breathing her in, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me.

"Beautiful mark behind your left ear, baby girl. Was that from one of your parents?" I asked, gently probing.

Liam stiffened beside me, the truth hitting him like a blow to the chest.

"I don’t think so," she said, sounding unsure. "They would’ve told me if it was. It’s kind of weird, right?"

"Not weird at all. It’s stunning. Just like you," I said, licking the side of her face. She giggled again, and damn, that sound did something to me.

"Let me see this beautiful mark!" Liam said, circling her. I felt it the moment he saw it—even though he tried to mask his reaction.

"That’s so cool! I love it," he said brightly, nuzzling her in the same spot.

"I thought we were supposed to be going for a run!" she teased, nipping playfully at Liam’s ear before spinning and bolting away.

"Minx!" he growled, lunging after her.

I chuckled, easing down onto my haunches to watch them. I could catch up easily—I just wanted a moment to take her in. The sunlight lit her fur like firelight on snow. She moved with such fluid grace—powerful, agile, untamed. Her wolf was radiant. Fierce and free.

Liam snapped at her heels, and she growled back playfully before bursting into a sprint.

And she was fast.

Liam managed to stay with her, but she made him work for it. Fang, my wolf, was restless—he wanted to join his mate, to run beside her. I held him back, just a bit longer.

When they vanished from sight, I finally launched forward, running at full speed, following their scent trail deeper into the trees. The moment I sensed them stopped ahead, a flicker of jealousy hit me like a gut-punch.

I found them tangled on the forest floor—laughing in their own way, nipping and tumbling together. Intimate. Mated wolves didn’t just play like that—it was a bonding, a sharing of affection. And I wasn’t part of it. Not yet.

I moved closer, still unsure how to join in without disrupting the moment—but Lia made the choice for me. She suddenly tore away from Liam and slammed into me with surprising force.

Caught off guard, my wolf went tumbling, rolling across the forest floor. Dazed for a heartbeat, I felt her pounce again—this time landing squarely on my chest, white paws pressing down on my shoulders.

But her victory was short-lived.

I rolled, flipping her beneath me with ease, pinning her down. My larger frame held her firmly, but gently. With Fang now fully present, I watched through his eyes as he licked her face from jaw to brow. She giggled again through the link—but the tone was deeper, smoother.

Blue had surfaced too.

Ghost—Liam’s wolf—let out a rumbling laugh and bounded over. In seconds, both he and Fang were nipping and licking her while she squirmed beneath them. Her tail flicked playfully. She submitted, lying belly-up with her paws tucked in.

My wolf rumbled his approval, and so did Liam’s. And damn if I didn’t feel the exact same way.

"Think it’s time to let our wolves have some time?" Liam asked. "Ghost wants to bond with her. I’m sure Fang and Blue do too."

"Definitely," I replied. "Fang’s been driving me crazy about it."

"Blue’s begging," Lia said. "Let’s give them a little while."

We each gave our wolves control. I stayed close in the background—ready to take over if needed. Fang was possessive. He’d want to mark her. And though I knew Blue might not resist, Lia wasn’t ready. I wouldn’t allow him to overstep.

In our world, mates were marked at the Luna ceremony. In front of the pack. And marking usually led to mating. I wanted Lia’s first time to be human. Intimate. Shared. Special.

To my relief, Fang and Ghost were nothing but respectful. They ran with Blue for hours, darting through the woods, chasing each other, tumbling in dry leaves and tall grass. When we finally made our way back near the clearing where we’d left our clothes, Blue curled up on the forest floor.

She wasn’t ready to shift back.

Instead, she stayed there, tail curled neatly beside her. Fang lay down at her right, Ghost at her left, and we each rested our heads gently across her back.

"Mate is tired. We should go home," Fang murmured through the link.

"We’ve been running for hours. She needs food," Ghost added.

Glad they were yielding control, I eased forward again. So did Liam.

"Time to head home and feed our little wolf," I said through the link, brushing my snout into her neck one last time. Blue purred low as Ghost nuzzled her from the other side, and then Lia returned to herself.

"I’m gonna have to train harder to keep up with you two," she said, laughter in her voice. "And maybe eat more pasta beforehand. I’m starving."

Her first comment echoed in my chest.

She wanted to keep up with us.

She wanted more days like this—more runs, more shared moments in our other forms. That meant she wasn’t just tolerating the bond. She was embracing it.

Liam stood first, and we all followed. As we padded back to the spot where we’d stashed our clothes, I couldn’t stop thinking about how happy I was—genuinely, deeply happy—to just be near her. No pressure. No expectations.

Just us.

That feeling? I’d never had it with anyone else. Not ever.

With Lia, I craved it like oxygen.

Then Liam’s voice entered my mind—cool, steady, and heavy with realization.

"She had the mark. We need to talk to Oberon."

Damn it.