My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 272

Dahlia's POV

I tried shaking off the unease that still lingered after talking with Jovie. The last thing I needed tonight was more drama layered on top of everything else. Luckily, when I got back to the table, it was obvious that no one had noticed my shift in mood—everyone was far too wrapped up in the fun.

Right on cue, as if the universe understood my urgent need to drown everything out, the waitress showed up with another round. I didn’t waste a second—tossed back my shot and immediately ordered another. One of the twins had the nerve to play the responsible card, telling me to take it easy. That got shut down real fast.

Just when I thought the night had already reached peak discomfort, Niamh—drunk and way too happy—decided we should all share our most humiliating stories from past nights out. At first, it was harmless fun. That was until she brought up an old incident involving me and Finnian.

She was too far gone to realize how completely inappropriate it was, but that didn’t stop me from wishing I could vanish beneath the table. Salvation came when Finnian got called up to the stage. The shift in attention was immediate, and I let myself breathe—at least for a moment.

Then the music started.

The moment I recognized the song, dread settled in. Jovie, bless her, had been away at school most of the time and missed most of our group outings. She had no clue what the song meant—but the rest of them? They all knew.

It was his go-to karaoke song. The one he always sang—to me.

And tonight, apparently, nothing had changed.

I tried to focus on chatting with Isolde, pretending his voice didn’t crawl up my spine, pretending I couldn’t feel his eyes locked on mine. But I could. The second I gave in and glanced his way, our eyes met.

"And though I know all about those men

Still I don't remember

'Cause it was us baby, way before them

And we're still together

And I meant every word I said

When I said that I loved you

I meant that I'd love you forever"

Every word hung in the air, heavy and pointed. It wasn’t just a performance—it was a message. One I couldn’t pretend I didn’t understand. It was there, in his expression—raw, clear, defiant. He knew about the twins. Knew they were my mates. He didn’t care. In his mind, I was his before I was ever theirs—and that truth, to him, hadn’t changed.

It was twisted. All I wanted was to run—but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. Not because I didn’t know what to feel, but because I knew exactly what I felt. I just didn’t know what to do with it.

I was confused—why now? A year had passed. Not once had he given me any indication that he still cared. Now, in front of everyone, he was putting on this emotional display? I was humiliated. Furious that he’d chosen to make me the centerpiece of tonight’s gossip.

But mostly… I was disgusted. He had a mate. And in our world, that bond is sacred. Sacred enough that he’d thrown away four years of memories—of love, laughter, pain—for her. And yet here he was, throwing his loyalty aside like it meant nothing.

But the most damning part of all? The small, awful piece of me that felt vindicated. The part that smirked inside, knowing he still wanted me. That part of me that reveled, just a little, in the thought that maybe—just maybe—he could finally understand what it felt like to be left behind.

Because now, I was the one who didn’t want him. Now, he would feel what it meant to be discarded without a second glance.

And he would get no second glance from me.

I would never, under any circumstances, give myself to Finnian Blackwell again.

But the night wasn’t done.

Before Finnian even finished his song, Liam was already pushing his way to the stage, and I panicked. I thought he was about to lose it—maybe throw a punch. Instead, he walked right past Finnian, picked up the mic, and the next song started to play.

What?

“There's only one woman I'd lay down my heart for. I hope she knows it's already hers.”

His voice carried over the crowd, smooth and sure. And then he looked at me. Really looked. His hazel eyes burned with something fierce and unshakable. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

Before the first line even left his mouth, I knew the song—“I Volunteer”. One of my favorites. Never in a million years did I think someone would sing it to me.

But Liam did.

And he sang like he meant it.

His voice was beautiful, but more than that—it was heartfelt. Each word seemed to echo something buried deep inside me. I was entranced. By the second verse, I was biting back tears.

He wanted me to believe him—I could see it, feel it—and gods, I wanted to believe him too. My wolf was howling at me to trust him. To believe this wasn’t some game.

But I couldn’t ignore what I’d heard. I couldn’t forget Rowena’s words. The truth about their relationship. About how they truly saw me.

Still, when the song ended, I stood there—staring at him like he was the only person in the room. And he looked right back, eyes full of longing so raw it nearly shattered my resolve.

Then the announcer called out, snapping the moment like a twig.

“And now, the whole Crystal Moon crew, singing September! Originally by Earth, Wind and Fire! Let’s see if they can do it justice—something tells me they can!”

Of course.

Of all nights, we had to do the group number.

The last thing I wanted was to be on that stage with Finnian. But everyone had been looking forward to it, so I forced myself up there, plastering on a smile and pretending this was exactly where I wanted to be.

Silas and I took the lead. I genuinely enjoyed singing with him—our voices and energy syncing effortlessly. We danced and sang like no one else existed, letting the music carry me far away from everything else.

But as the song neared its end, I was already planning my escape. I inched toward the edge of the stage, ready to disappear.

Then my feet, apparently still drunk, betrayed me—and I stumbled.

Instead of crashing to the floor in disgrace, I landed in strong arms that caught me and held me close. I giggled, flustered, trying to play it off. He whispered something into my ear, but my foggy mind didn’t get a chance to process it.

Because suddenly—I was being yanked away.

“Give her to me. We’re leaving,” Logan growled.

Wait, no—that wasn’t the plan. I was supposed to go with Isolde. But my mouth wouldn't cooperate.

“She wanted to go home with Isolde tonight,” Silas snapped back. Yes! Silas would stop them. Wouldn’t he?

“Tell Isolde she’s safe. She’s coming home with us,” Logan barked, already storming out of the bar with me in his arms.

So much for Silas stopping them.

Well. Fuck.