My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 299

Logan’s POV

Damn it. Damn it all. I knew this would happen sooner or later I’d slip up, show her the side of me I never wanted her to witness. The darker part. Now she’d be repulsed, maybe even afraid to let me touch her again. And honestly? I couldn’t blame her. I was disgusted with myself too. Even my wolf was furious.

“You hurt our mate, you fucking asshole!” he snarled as we walked away from her door.

He was right and we both knew it but I wasn’t about to admit that out loud, not yet. He had been just as riled up as I was earlier when she vanished without a word.

“Oh, don’t start with me,” I snapped back. “You felt it too the need to take control, to dominate. You pushed that feeling at me just as hard as I was already feeling it.”

“Of course I did! I’m an Alpha. Dominance is in our blood. Control is how we protect what’s ours. But I’m possessive, not cruel,” he barked, his voice cutting through me like a blade.

And just like that, I crumbled a little more. He was right. I hadn’t just been dominant I’d been cruel.

What the hell was she thinking now?

Had I made her feel cheap? Used? Unloved?

I had promised her nothing but pleasure from our touch sworn to honor her trust. And instead, I’d denied her exactly that. On purpose.

She had given herself to me freely, without fear, placing her vulnerability in my hands. And I used it. Twisted it. Betrayed it to calm my own pathetic sense of inadequacy.

I always suspected I didn’t deserve her, but this… this was something else.

Could I have been a bigger bastard?

“Shit,” I growled under my breath, fingers twitching at my sides.

There was only so much she’d be able to forgive. And this this felt like too much.

She had the patience of a saint, my girl. But she never let anyone trample her not even her mates.

The thought of losing her wrapped around my chest like a vice. My wolf howled in agony inside me, echoing the same despair.

Everything in me screamed to run to her. And my wolf was of the same mind. But something deeper warned me to wait. She needed time. Space. Pushing her right now could only make things worse.

I paced my room like a caged animal, heart pounding, mind racing through every possible way I could fix this. But nothing sounded good enough. Words felt empty.

I needed air.

“Yeah,” my wolf grunted in agreement. “Let’s run. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I bolted through the house and out the back door, shifting mid-stride as Fang took control. The shift ripped my clothes apart, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was the ground beneath my paws and the sanctuary of the forest.

Branches blurred past, wind whipping through my fur as Fang surged forward. Every step helped clear my head. Every turn, leap, and bound was his choice, not mine. I surrendered fully, letting him guide us. No thinking. No guilt. Just movement.

After a while, he slowed near the stream, drinking deep before settling beside it. Head on his paws, chest rising and falling steadily. Peaceful.

I stayed quiet, watching through his eyes, content to rest in his calm.

But the bond shimmered with sudden warmth. Pleasure. Gentle, tender, and free of pain. Liam. With Lia.

She had forgiven him. She was in his arms. Receiving what I had denied her.

I was glad for her. She deserved that.

But my wolf? He wasn’t as understanding.

“We should go to her now,” he whined.

“Not yet,” I replied. “We had our chance and blew it. Let him give her what she needs.”

“We?” His tone snapped like a whip. “Don’t drag me into your screw-up. You crossed the line—not me. We already talked about this.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re the same damn soul, mutt. Don’t act like you’re not part of me,” I muttered, irritation bubbling back to the surface.

With a sigh, I let him lead us home. What was the point in arguing anymore?

Maybe, just maybe, by the time we got back, she’d be willing to hear me out.

We reached the edge of the woods and I shifted back, grabbing a spare pair of shorts from the hollow tree where I always stashed them. My shredded clothes were a lost cause.

Honestly, I didn’t care if anyone saw me naked. But she would. She wouldn’t want random she-wolves gawking at me.

And if the roles were reversed? I’d tear any male apart for even glancing at her bare skin. That body was sacred meant only for Liam and me.

Dragging my feet, I made my way upstairs, dread gnawing at my gut. I paused outside her room, listening carefully. Soft voices. Calm heartbeats. No sounds of passion. Good. I wouldn’t be interrupting.

I slipped inside quietly. Neither of them looked at me, though they had to know I was there.

Liam’s fingers traced a red mark around Lia’s wrist, his fury pulsing through the twin bond we shared. I felt every ounce of his rage and deserved it.

My heart dropped at the sight of the mark I’d left. Not only had I broken her trust I’d hurt her physically too.

My throat tightened, eyes stinging with unshed tears. But I wouldn’t let them fall. Not here. Not now. She might pity me, and I didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve anything but her wrath.

They were lying together, her back to his chest, both still naked beneath the sheets. The air was thick with the scent of their earlier connection, but they were peaceful now. Still.

And even though I had no damn right to, I couldn’t help drinking her in every soft curve, every perfect line. Our mate. Crafted for us by the Moon Goddess herself.

Crossing to the far side of the bed, I climbed in and laid facing her. Her gaze met mine, empty and unreadable. The same look she gave to people who’d hurt her too many times to cry about it anymore.

I hated myself for putting that expression on her face.

Before I could stop him, my wolf leaned in and nudged her nose. She didn’t pull away. That alone almost broke me.

“I don’t like seeing my angel marked up,” Liam said coldly, his voice sharp.

But then it softened, just slightly, as he brought her wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss to the angry welt I’d left behind.

"I know… Me neither. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen," I murmured, my voice low and empty. I didn’t try to defend myself I didn’t deserve to.

"Both of you, stop." Lia’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. She scoffed. "I’m not made of glass."

"You’re defending him?" Liam’s tone held disbelief, the accusation hanging between us like a guillotine.

Lia turned her head, her gaze steady and fierce. "Of course not," she snapped. "There’s no excuse for using sex as a weapon no justification for manipulating someone who trusted you with their heart, their soul."

Then she turned back to me. And in her eyes, for the briefest moment, I caught a glimpse of something shattered something raw and pained before it vanished behind that numb, expressionless mask she wore like armor. My wolf whimpered, and my chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

"I" I tried to speak, though I didn’t know what I meant to say. Nothing I could offer would mend this. The words failed me, and I shut my mouth, helpless.

She wasn’t done.

"All I’m saying," she continued calmly, "is the marks don’t hurt. Blue will heal them soon enough. So don’t treat me like I’m broken. That’s why you made me choose a safe word, right? For situations like that. I could’ve used it. I didn’t. That’s on me."

It wasn’t the words themselves that undid me it was what they meant. That she’d expected pain. That she’d prepared for it. That she believed she might need protection from us. That was the moment I broke. The dam burst, and the tears came hot and heavy, unrelenting.

"No… no, baby girl, don’t say that. Please," I sobbed, the words barely forming past the tightness in my throat. "We wouldn’t Liam would never I never should have"

God, why couldn’t I speak? Why couldn’t I explain? I swiped at my face, sucking in a breath that did nothing to steady me, and tried again.

"What I did was unforgivable. I was wrecked at the thought of you being hurt and lost… and me being powerless to protect you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before. Never cared that deeply. And instead of facing that vulnerability, I lashed out. Like a coward. I wanted to punish you for making me feel so out of control. The safe word was never supposed to be about fear or protection from harm. It was meant for pleasure. To give you space when things got too intense. Never never to stop us from hurting you."

I choked on my sobs as the truth cut through me like ice. I loved her. That wasn’t new. But the depth of it I hadn’t understood it fully until I was staring down the possibility of losing her not just our relationship, but her. Her life. Her spirit. Her pain had hollowed me out, left me shaking.

"Yes, you did," she whispered, reaching up to wipe a tear from my cheek.

My brows drew together, confused, until she added, "Act like a coward. But… I forgive you."

I gasped.

"I don’t deserve that," I told her.

"Forgiveness isn’t something we give to those who deserve it. It’s a gift. One we choose to give." Her voice was firm now, resolute. "I choose to forgive you. And I hope you’ll forgive me too for storming off, for acting like a child and making both of you worry."

I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, burying my face in the warmth of her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping me tethered to this world. The tears came again, slower this time, tracing salty lines down her skin.

She was my world. I didn’t deserve her. But I couldn't lose her. I wouldn't.

"We both have to do better," Liam’s voice rang in my head as he stepped in behind her, his presence grounding both of us. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her deeper into me.

Lia giggled softly, caught between us, and looked up at me with a sparkle in her eye. “Alpha sandwich,” she whispered with amusement.

"We don’t deserve you," I confessed, placing kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, the tip of her nose. Liam turned her to face him and did the same. I kissed down the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin.

"I know," she said matter-of-factly. "But you’re both kinda hot… so I guess I’ll keep you."

My little minx. I adored her fiery spirit. But then, just as quickly as her smile had bloomed, it faltered. I saw the shadow pass behind her eyes.

"What is it, baby girl?" I asked gently. "Talk to me."

She hesitated. I could see her mind working, turning something over.

"Um… it’s probably dumb," she began, her voice sheepish. "But… all those toys you have… in your sex dungeon"

I laughed, surprised. “My what?”

"My sex dungeon," she repeated with a pout. “That’s what I decided to call it. Never mind. It’s stupid.”

"No, love. Nothing you ask could ever be stupid. Please, tell me."

She took a deep breath. "I just… wondered if you used all that stuff. You know, with other women."

Her words were barely above a whisper. She couldn’t even meet my gaze. I reached out and gently cupped her chin, lifting her face to mine.

"Never," I said, my voice unwavering. "I’ve never used those toys with anyone else. I would never dishonor you that way. I only ordered them after you accepted us. I thought… maybe it could be something you’d want to explore. Together. With me. With us. But after what I did, I understand if you never want to try again."

Her cheeks flushed. “I wouldn’t mind… trying something like that again,” she admitted softly. “Except, you know, the part where I don’t get to come. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I smirked, watching her blush deepen.

The rest of the evening passed in soft whispers and tangled limbs. We didn’t leave the bed. Eventually, the clothes disappeared, replaced with the skin-to-skin contact our wolves craved. But I didn’t touch her that way not yet. I knew I hadn’t re-earned that right.

Instead, we talked. About the day, the pain we caused, and the promises we had to keep. Liam linked Naia to have an omega bring up food. None of us were willing to leave the safety of our little haven, or each other.

We ate. We kissed. We touched gently, reverently. A stillness settled over us, one of peace and contentment. Even my wolf, usually restless, purred in the quiet of her presence.

But beneath it all, buried deep in my chest, was fear. The fear that if I didn’t learn from this if I wasn’t careful I could break us completely next time.

And I couldn’t survive that.