My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 253

Liam’s POV

The time had come to head home. Oberon went to pack an overnight bag while Logan and I made our way to wake Lia. He wanted to see the room where I had first laid eyes on our mate. I still remembered exactly where it was—but even if I hadn’t, her scent would’ve led me straight to her like a beacon in the dark.

I eased her bedroom door open, just enough to slip my head inside. I wanted to watch her sleep—just for a moment—before waking her. And just like the first time, the moment her scent hit me, it nearly brought me to my knees. I didn’t even get a second to process it before my twin shoved past me into the room, driven by the same intoxicating pull.

He froze at the sight of her.

There she was, lying peacefully in her bed, full pink lips parted slightly, long lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. My wolf growled low in my chest, barely restrained. I didn’t have to glance at Logan to know his wolf was straining just as hard.

“Every time I see her,” Logan’s voice echoed in my mind, laced with awe, “I feel like I’m stuck in a damn dream.”

Coming from him—who rarely voiced his emotions—that admission carried weight.

“This is exactly how she looked the first time I saw her,” I murmured back, the memory vivid in my mind. “I only saw her face, but even then... I knew. I knew I’d never survive a life without her. Oberon had to physically drag me out before Ghost claimed her right then and there.”

“Is it wrong that seeing her like this—sweet, innocent, lying in her childhood bed—is making me hard?” he asked, half in disbelief.

I chuckled, the sound low and laced with heat. “If it is, then I’m headed straight to hell.”

“That first day, all I could think about was bending her over that bed and fucking her senseless.”

“Well, well, little brother,” Logan taunted with a laugh through our link, “didn’t know you were such a filthy wolf.”

“Shut the hell up,” I shot back, smirking. “Let’s wake up our girl and get her home.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, Logan circled around to the far side of the bed and climbed up to sit beside her while I took the edge opposite him.

“Time to wake up, Angel,” I whispered, brushing a few curls from her forehead. She let out a soft grumble but didn’t stir.

Logan and I exchanged a quiet laugh.

“Alright, Sleeping Beauty,” I tried again, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss to her lips. “You can sleep in the car.”

She let out a growl and rolled away from me, burying her face in the pillow. Logan blinked at her in disbelief.

“Is this the same girl who practically sprints out of bed at sunrise every day?” he asked, baffled. “The same one who yells at us for being lazy and drags us out of bed like she’s on a mission? Now we want her to get up and she won’t even open her eyes?”

He shook his head and stood without another word, slipping his arms under her and lifting her bridal-style.

“I don’t think so, little wolf.”

I followed him, grinning as Lia’s sleep-slurred voice broke the quiet.

“What the hell, Logan?! Put me down!”

“Not a chance, baby girl,” he said firmly, heading for the door. “This is karma for all those mornings you dragged us out of bed. Payback’s a bitch.”

She huffed—a tiny, grumpy sound that made my heart clench—but she didn’t argue again.

Oberon stood in the living room, duffle bag at his feet, watching us with a brow raised. Logan didn’t even slow his stride. He carried Lia straight out the front door, opened the back passenger side, and carefully set her in the seat before buckling her in. Her face was twisted into the cutest pout, and it took everything in me not to burst out laughing.

As Logan joined me by the car, Oberon came over for a brief exchange about our route. Afterward, he headed to his vehicle to follow behind. Logan climbed into the back with Lia, while I took the passenger seat in front.

I glanced over my shoulder and caught the puzzled look on her face as she stared at the empty driver’s seat.

“Hey... where’s Bastian?” she asked, brows furrowing. “I haven’t seen him all day.”

“He left right after we got here, love,” Logan answered gently. “He’s on his way back now. Should be here any minute.”

“But he didn’t take the car,” she said, confused. “So where did he go?”

“He walked into town,” I explained. “He’s never been here before. Thought he’d explore Crystal Moon a bit.”

She blinked. “He drove all the way out here just to play tourist?”

Logan laughed. “He didn’t come for the sights, baby girl. He’s looking for his mate.”

Her mouth formed a perfect little O of realization. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but the sound of the car door opening cut her off.

Bastian slid inside, shoulders tense, expression closed off.

“No luck, huh?” I asked softly.

He shook his head sharply, offering no words as he started the engine. The weight of remaining mateless was starting to chip away at him, and it showed in every movement. We’d need to do something soon—maybe send him to a few of our allied packs under the guise of “business.” At least it would give him the chance to look.

While I was still turning that idea over in my mind, Lia’s voice broke the silence.

“Where’s my dad going?” she asked suddenly, concern lacing her tone. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye. Can we pull over?”

"He’s actually following us back to Blood Moon, Angel," I said, unable to hide the grin tugging at my lips. I was looking forward to being the one to surprise her this time. "We’d never take you away without giving you the chance to say goodbye. You’ll see him soon."

There were still questions swimming in her eyes, but Logan stepped in before she could voice them.

"He’s got some business with one of the Elders," he added casually. "Plus, it’s been a while since he’s visited Blood Moon. He wanted to see where you’ve been living."

She gave a small nod, seeming satisfied with the explanation—at least for now.

The drive passed in a quiet calm after that. Within minutes, the steady hum of the road and the warmth in the car lulled her back to sleep. She curled into Logan’s side, head nestled on his shoulder. He lowered his head gently to rest atop hers, his hand trailing slow, soothing patterns down her back. I watched them through the rearview mirror, a strange ache of peace and contentment settling in my chest. I hadn’t seen Logan that at ease in a long time.

It was late when we finally crossed back into Blood Moon territory. Logan linked one of the omegas to have dinner sent up to the Alpha floor while I guided Oberon to the guest suite next door to Lia’s. She excused herself to freshen up while her father got settled, and we agreed to meet in the small, rarely used private dining room for a quiet meal before turning in.

Thirty minutes later, we were all seated at the table, plates full of comfort food that smelled like home. Naia had brought up leftovers from the pack dinner—her famous chicken pot pie, some warm crusty bread, Caesar salad, and tall glasses of her signature sweet tea. Honestly, the pie tasted even better reheated. None of us spoke much; we were too busy devouring every bite like starving wolves.

"This is the best meal I’ve had in ages," Oberon said with genuine praise, reaching for another roll.

Lia gave him a warning growl.

"Oh hush, Dahlia," he chuckled, unfazed. "I love your baking, you know that. But let’s not pretend your cooking doesn’t leave a little... room for improvement."

Logan and I both snorted, barely biting back laughter until Lia shot us a glare sharp enough to kill.

"How much do you pay that woman to cook meals like this?" Oberon asked, smirking.

"You couldn’t afford her," I replied flatly, reading the exact direction his thoughts were heading.

He gave a rumbling chuckle as he stood from the table.

"Well, it’s long past my bedtime," he announced. "See you all in the morning."

He leaned down to kiss Lia’s forehead before making his exit.

"I should probably head to bed too," Lia said, glancing meaningfully between us. "I promised Theron I’d take the early shift at the clinic tomorrow."

The moment she said his name—Theron—the mood shifted. Two simultaneous growls cut through the air. Her head snapped up, instinctively scanning the room for a threat, but she found nothing out of place. Her eyes flicked back to us, confusion knitting her brow.

"Since when are you and Dr. Edgewater on such... familiar terms?" Logan’s voice was a low, sharp snarl. "Do we need to remind him who your mates are?"

My wolf was clawing under my skin, barely restrained. The possessiveness surged, primal and fierce. We hadn’t marked her yet, hadn’t claimed her fully. The idea of any other male—even someone as harmless as Theron—getting close made our blood boil.

"I’m trying to make friends," Lia said with a small pout, slipping her hands into ours as if that might soothe the fire she’d lit. "That’s all it is. He’s just a friend—nothing more than mutual respect and a professional connection. There’s no need to get possessive."

"There’s every need, baby girl," Logan growled, crowding her back until she bumped against the wall. He caged her in with his arms, his eyes blazing. "You’re ours. And Goddess help the man who thinks he can lay a hand on what belongs to us."

Then his voice dropped to a dark whisper, breath brushing the shell of her ear.

"Don’t test me on this, little wolf. I won’t hesitate to flip you over my knee and spank that sweet little ass of yours."

Her eyes widened, breath catching—but the sudden flood of her arousal hit me hard, scenting the air with desire. My jeans grew painfully tight, my control dangerously thin.

This was spiraling fast—and her father was just down the hall.

"Logan, let’s get her to her room before her dad hears us," I linked him.

He stepped back immediately, dragging a hand down his face like it might erase the heat in his expression.

"Shit. Forgot he was here." He blew out a breath, shaking off the haze of lust. "Alright. Bedtime, Angel."

I reached for her hand and led her from the dining room, Logan trailing a few steps behind.

When we arrived at her room, Lia walked in without hesitation—then turned to find us still lingering in the hallway.

"Aren’t you coming in?" she asked, head tilted innocently.

I glanced toward the closed door beside hers.

"Angel, your dad’s literally right next door," I said, my voice low and strained. "You sure that’s a good idea?"

She blinked at me. "Okay... and?"

"Fuck," Logan muttered under his breath, looking like he was physically in pain. "If we sleep in there with you, we will touch you. And it won’t stay quiet. And your dad might hear. And I like my dick attached to my body, thanks."

She rolled her eyes with all the sass of a wolf who knew exactly how much power she held.

"I thought you were a wolf, not a scared little puppy, mi perrito." Her smirk was wicked.

Logan narrowed his eyes. Foreign languages were never his strong suit.

"My puppy," I whispered helpfully.

Logan growled—loud and frustrated—but Lia didn’t flinch. No, the wicked little temptress did the unthinkable.

She peeled off her jeans, then her T-shirt, leaving her standing in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. Then she stepped forward, kissed us each on the cheek with a soft “Goodnight”, and pushed us both back into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind us.

"Fuck," Logan and I swore in perfect unison.

We stood there for a long second, both breathing hard, both visibly suffering.

Then we exchanged a look—shared frustration and longing mirrored in our expressions—before silently turning to our own rooms.

And very, very cold showers.