My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 255

Logan’s POV

It took a bit of persuasion, but Theron eventually stepped in to assure Lia that he could manage the remaining appointments on his own. Lia appeared puzzled by the idea that she needed to come with us, but one look from Oberon—his classic don’t-question-your-father expression—was enough to silence any protest. She rolled her eyes but didn’t push further.

As we neared the Elder Council House, Elder Keziah was already on the porch, waiting for us.

“Keziah!” my brother and I greeted in unison, each placing a kiss on one of her cheeks.

“There are my boys!” she beamed, drawing us into a warm embrace. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me, but then I saw you coming.”

“Elder Keziah has the gift of foresight,” Liam explained to Lia and Oberon, “she often sees things before they happen.”

Lia’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the revelation.

“And at long last, you’ve brought your beautiful mate to meet me,” Keziah said with a hint of playful scolding. “I’ve been seeing flashes of her for months, but not a single one of my visions came close to doing her justice. You are absolutely stunning, my dear.” She extended her hands toward Lia, who stepped forward to accept the greeting.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dahlia.”

“Thank you, Elder Keziah,” Lia replied softly, her tone gracious. “I’m happy to meet you too.”

“Oh, just Keziah, please. No need for formality. Goddess knows these two never bother with it,” she teased, tilting her head toward us.

Her attention shifted to Oberon. “And you must be Beta Sterling—her father.”

“A pleasure, ma’am. Please, call me Oberon,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. I could’ve sworn I saw the faintest blush rise in her cheeks.

“Well, let’s all move into my office. There’s much we need to discuss.”

We followed her inside, and with every step I took, the nerves began to churn more violently in my gut. I could feel Liam was just as tense—our bond made that crystal clear. He took Lia’s hand and led her to the small sofa in Keziah’s office, pulling her down beside him and leaving space for me on her other side. He knew our wolves wouldn’t tolerate having any distance between us.

“Well,” Keziah began, settling into her chair, “since I already foresaw that none of you gentlemen would bother explaining the true purpose of this meeting to poor Dahlia, I suppose I’ll have to be the one to break the news.” She gave us a pointed look, then softened as her eyes landed on Lia. “And I suggest none of you interrupt until I’m done. Dahlia, dear, you may speak up whenever you wish.”

Lia looked startled, her mouth parting slightly. “Wh-what?” she stammered, turning to Liam first, then to me, and finally to her father. Her expression said it all—she felt ambushed and betrayed.

“I’m truly sorry you feel blindsided, child,” Keziah said gently, stepping in before anyone else could speak. “In fairness to them, I did advise that this conversation wait until we had more information. So if there’s anyone to blame for the secrecy, it’s me. Please, let me explain.”

Lia gave a small nod, giving Keziah silent permission to continue.

And so, Keziah began to unravel the mystery—speaking of the Celtic Wolf, its animistic nature, and the rare empathic abilities it possessed. Both Lia and Oberon listened in silence, stunned by each new revelation.

Of course, Keziah couldn’t explain it all without referencing our suspicions—and that meant recounting the shared experiences Liam and I had described to her. As she did, I kept my eyes fixed on Lia, gauging every flicker of emotion on her face.

If I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it possible for someone’s skin to turn that shade of crimson.

“You… When I… At the same time?” she sputtered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Oh Goddess, kill me now.”

The last part she muttered to herself, dropping her gaze to her lap and refusing to meet our eyes.

“If it helps at all,” I leaned closer, speaking softly into her ear, “we didn’t realize it was linked to your… activities at the time.” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She tried to pull away, but I held on.

Keziah then confirmed that Lia’s wolf bore the Triskelion mark and turned to Oberon for insight. He admitted that he’d seen the mark but never understood its significance.

Finally, Keziah concluded by emphasizing the urgent need to locate someone within Lia’s circle who had the knowledge to train her.

“What if that person is no longer with us?” Oberon asked, his voice thick with grief. “What if… it was her mother?”

I saw the way Lia blinked back tears, and the heartache etched onto her father’s face.

“If we’re unable to find that person, we’ll face that challenge when the time comes,” Keziah said, offering what comfort she could. “Still, I don’t believe that will be the case. My visions aren’t always perfectly clear, but I’ve glimpsed Dahlia using her abilities. That tells me she will be trained. Without that guidance, her gift could become more of a burden than a blessing.”

Her words left all of us uneasy, but her confidence in Lia’s future gave me a sliver of hope.

“I’m an only child, and both my parents were lost… as were my wife’s,” Oberon said quietly. “There’s only one person I can think of—Dahlia’s aunt. My wife’s sister.”

“But Daddy,” Lia said, her voice barely audible, “Keziah said the Celtic Wolf is Irish. Mama was Spanish.”

“You’re right, ” he murmured. “Your mother was Spanish, at least by heritage. But her parents—and her sister—were not.”

Confusion crossed Lia’s face as Oberon took a deep breath and continued.

“Your mother’s father—your grandfather—was next in line to lead his pack. He met your grandmother on her eighteenth birthday and claimed her immediately. She was the daughter of a neighboring Alpha, an ideal Luna in every way. But three years later, when the time came for him to assume leadership, your great-grandfather refused to pass him the pack.”

“Why?” Lia whispered.

“Because your grandmother hadn’t yet given him a child,” Oberon explained. “Your great-grandfather insisted he reject her and choose a new mate who could bear him an heir. But your grandfather refused. He loved her deeply—enough to walk away from the pack. They left Ireland and moved to Spain to build a new life together. And when they still couldn’t conceive, they chose to adopt… a beautiful Spanish girl with long, curly hair and the most mesmerizing blue eyes.”