My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 260

Liam’s POV

After letting myself bask in the warmth of a few treasured memories from the past days, I made my way to the meeting I had scheduled.

Lorian, an old friend from childhood, now worked at my father’s architectural firm alongside his older brothers. Our families had collaborated for generations—every building project undertaken since my dads became Alphas of our pack had been entrusted to the Kesslers. Today’s meeting with Lorian, though, was personal. I could hardly wait to dive in.

He was already waiting at the front desk when I arrived.

“Liam Ashford!” he called out, pulling me into a brief hug. “It’s been ages—since the renovations on your pack house last year, right? How’ve you been?”

One of the best things about working with the Kesslers was that they were wolves, too. We never had to hide who we were.

“I’ve been great, honestly. And you?” I replied, smiling.

“Great, huh?” He arched an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin. “There’s definitely a story behind that. Can’t wait to hear about her. Let’s head to my office—I’ll check out your plans while you spill everything.”

An hour later, I’d filled him in on everything—how Logan and I had met our mate, how she’d moved in with us at Blood Moon, and how incredible she was. Then, we turned our attention to the project: a cabin designed just for the three of us.

The pack house couldn’t be remodeled in a way that would suit us all, and more importantly, it wasn’t ours. With our Luna finally here, Logan and I both agreed—it was time to build a space of our own. Lia had adored the log-style architecture of the main house from the moment she first saw it, so we decided to replicate its charm on a smaller, more intimate scale. We wanted it to be a surprise.

By the time we finalized the building plans—incorporating a few of Lorian’s clever additions that I knew Lia would love—I was ready to head back to my hotel, catch up on some work, and grab dinner. I stood, shaking Lorian’s hand in gratitude.

“Got any plans for dinner?” he asked as I reached the door.

“Nothing solid. I figured I’d find somewhere nearby or order in and work while I eat,” I replied.

He gave me a look of mock offense. “You came all this way and weren’t going to hang out with me? Quinley would have my head if she found out I let you eat hotel food.”

Quinley, his mate, had been one of our friends growing up. After fate revealed she and Lorian were bonded, she became part of his story—and remained part of mine.

“You sure she won’t mind? You guys have your hands full with the new baby. I’d hate to add to her workload,” I said, hesitating.

“If she finds out I didn’t invite you, I’m a dead man,” he said dramatically, though with the look in his eyes, I wasn’t sure he was entirely joking. After what I’d experienced with Lia… yeah, I understood. You didn’t cross your mate.

“Alright, alright. I can’t be responsible for your untimely death,” I chuckled. “I’ll check in, respond to some emails. Just text me what time to come by.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. I settled into my room, laptop open, attempting to claw my way through the sea of unread emails that had piled up while I’d been wrapped up in Lia’s world. Before long, it was time to head out again.

Though Lorian and Quinley belonged to a local pack, they lived in the city to be close to their jobs. Quinley had been a powerhouse corporate attorney before choosing to stay home with their children: four-year-old Kellan and baby Zariah, just six months old. It had been over a year since I’d seen Quinley and Kellan—and I’d yet to meet their daughter. I was genuinely looking forward to reconnecting, even if it also stirred the ache I’d been trying to bury under work all day.

When I knocked on the door, it burst open almost immediately.

“Uncle Liam!” a little blonde whirlwind shouted, throwing himself at me with uncontainable glee.

“Hey, little man!” I grinned, scooping him up like a football and mussing his hair. He wriggled until I set him down—and then he was off like a rocket.

“Liam! Goddess, it’s so good to see you,” Quinley beamed, giving me a one-armed hug. I kissed her cheek, then leaned toward the baby in her other arm.

“And who’s this little angel?” I asked, cooing at the cherubic face looking up at me.

“This,” she said with mock gravity, “is Princess Zariah. And she needs a diaper change.”

Without ceremony, she deposited the baby into my arms.

“Take her to her father, would you? He’s hiding in the back.”

Laughing, I followed her direction, carrying on a serious conversation in baby gibberish with Zariah. I could already picture Logan and me in this role someday—and the thought made my heart race in the best way.

Later that night, after a delicious dinner, two bottles of wine, and countless rounds of laughter, I returned to my hotel and all but collapsed into bed. Thankfully, my flight wasn’t until 10 a.m.—though I wasn’t sure I’d sleep. The bed felt too big. Too cold. Too empty without Lia curled beside me.

My wolf was already sulking about being away from her. Truthfully, so was I.

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The airport was crowded when I arrived. I checked the flight board: Delayed. Again.

I’d been pacing near the gate for nearly an hour, eager to get back home. Back to Lia. Honestly, I should’ve brought her—and Logan—with me. But we’d agreed that one of us should stay behind, partly to keep the cabin project a surprise, and partly to get answers. We wanted to ask our parents what they knew about Celtic Wolves.

Ghost, my wolf, was restless—whining in my head. He loved our parents, but at this point, I was pretty sure he’d vote to let them find their own way home if it meant seeing Lia faster.

Finally, the status changed: Landed.

A tide of travelers began pouring through the gate, and I scanned the faces until I spotted the usual ripple of people moving aside. My dads had that effect. They didn’t push or shove—they just were. Intimidating by presence alone, even if unintentionally.

“Son!” they boomed, waving as they approached, towing my mother along. Next to their towering frames, her tiny figure looked almost comically small as she struggled to match their long strides.

Dad Caden crushed me in a bear hug before Mom scolded, “Caden! Caleb! Let him go—you’re going to squash my baby!”

“He’s hardly a baby, Lilith,” they replied in unison, laughing as they stepped back to let her kiss my cheek.

“Where’s your brother? I thought he was coming too,” she asked.

“Uh… something came up. Logan stayed back to handle it,” I said, steering the conversation away and grabbing her suitcase.

“We should hit the road. He’s excited to see you,” I added, watching my dads exchange skeptical glances.

And honestly, I didn’t blame them. The Logan they’d left behind a couple of weeks ago wouldn’t have been excited about much—unless it involved mischief, mayhem, or women. They loved him unconditionally, but they weren’t blind to his past.

Once we loaded up the truck, I slipped into the driver’s seat, fully intending to head straight home.

But, of course…

“Where are we stopping for lunch, Son? Your mother’s hungry,” Dad Caleb chimed in.

“There’s a little diner up the road,” I replied, trying—and failing—not to sigh.

If they knew about Lia, they would’ve understood my urgency. But not yet. So, we stopped.

Lunch dragged longer than I wanted. By the time we were finally back on the road, it was nearly 3 p.m. The delayed flight had thrown my whole timeline off, and I knew it would be dinnertime before we made it back.

I pushed the speed limit all the way to Blood Moon, mind racing, wolf pacing. As soon as we crossed into pack territory, I linked Logan. He promised to bring Lia down to meet us.

The moment we hit the driveway, something inside me eased. Just knowing my angel was on the other side of that front door was enough to still my restless wolf.

I drew in a deep breath.

This was it.

Time for our parents to meet our mate.