My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 300

Dahlia’s POV

Time slipped by faster than I realized, and before I knew it, a month had passed since I arrived at Blood Moon.

My mates and I had settled into a steady rhythm. Every morning began with training, side by side. They’d become much better at letting me spar with the other warriors, though they still bristled with low growls anytime someone landed a hard hit or knocked me to the ground. It had become an unspoken truce—we agreed to disagree. They didn’t like it, and I had no intention of stopping.

After training, we always had breakfast with the rest of the group. Then, while they went off to handle their duties, I headed to the clinic to help out.

Theron’s responsibilities extended beyond the women’s clinic—he was also the lead doctor and surgeon for the entire pack hospital—so more often than not, I was left to handle the patients on my own. Occasionally, an OB/GYN from a neighboring pack would come lend a hand, though his visits were limited to once a week due to his own obligations. Still, I appreciated the help. On those days, I had the rare opportunity to assist Theron in surgery, which I found endlessly fascinating. I was learning so much, and I loved every second of it.

If the twins happened to be free at lunchtime, we’d eat together. If not, I either worked through lunch or joined Lilith for what she liked to call our “mother-daughter time.” She still fulfilled the official role of Luna, which kept her busy, but I genuinely looked forward to the moments we shared. It had been so long since I’d had a mother figure in my life. The ache of losing my mom would never truly fade, but knowing Lilith saw me that way... it meant more than I could express. And honestly, spending time with another woman was a much-needed break from the constant wave of testosterone I lived with. I loved my mates, both of them, but sometimes it was a bit overwhelming.

I had also grown close to Amara and Thalassa. I adored them, and we had so much fun together. But they were younger and still busy with school, which meant our time together was limited.

A part of me couldn’t shake the guilt over the fact that the twins’ mom hadn’t even considered retirement. In many packs, an Alpha retired when his heir found his Luna. Some waited until the mate was revealed. Others passed the title down and allowed their mate to serve until the heir found his. In Alpha Caden and Caleb’s case, they’d chosen to step down, refusing to delay their sons’ inheritance simply because the Moon Goddess hadn’t revealed their fated mate at the time.

Logan and Liam had reassured me countless times that their mother was in no rush. They never pressured me—but I knew the conversation was looming.

We had already accepted each other and fully mated. The Luna ceremony, where they would officially mark me and pass the title of Luna into my hands, was the next natural step. And my wolf? She was more than ready. She strutted and twirled in my head with excitement every time I thought about it.

So why was I hesitating?

My mates treated me like royalty. They told me daily how deeply they loved me, showing it in ways that never failed to steal my breath. The sex was incredible—fierce, intimate... and frequent. Yet somehow, every time we came together, it only grew more intense, more satisfying.

Just thinking about them now made my body hum with need.

But what we shared went far beyond physical passion. We talked for hours, ran through the forest in wolf form, hiked together, curled up for movie nights—just enjoying each other’s presence. My dad had even come over for dinner a few times, and it was clear the twins had earned his approval.

Everything felt perfect. Maybe even too perfect.

Perhaps it was my past—the trauma I still carried—that held me back. And it wasn’t fair. I couldn’t keep projecting old wounds onto them. They deserved better. I had to be better for them.

I hadn’t even told them I loved them yet. Even though there wasn’t a single doubt in my heart—I loved them, both of them, completely. The words had nearly slipped out several times, but I was waiting for the right moment. I wanted it to mean something. I wanted it to be intentional.

Still, one thing continued to gnaw at me.

It was subtle, barely noticeable at times, but undeniable. Every now and then, through the mate bond, I would feel something strange from Logan. I couldn’t name it, couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was as though he was holding something back—maybe even trying to shield something from me.

I’d spent far too many sleepless nights turning the feeling over in my mind, trying to make sense of it.

I knew I should ask him directly. But I hadn’t. I kept telling myself that if it were important, he’d tell me. The truth was... I was scared. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he was doubting us and didn’t know how to get out now that we’d gone so far? I didn’t think I could survive that kind of heartbreak. Still, I pushed the thought away. I had to trust that he’d open up in his own time.

I was sitting alone on my favorite bench in the garden, all these thoughts swirling in my head.

Dr. Ophelia had taken over the women’s clinic for the day, and Theron was away visiting family, which meant no surgeries needed me. It was a rare morning off, and somehow, I always found my way here when I needed space to think.

Of course, as soon as my thoughts veered toward Logan in a less-than-sunny light, my wolf jumped in with her usual over-the-top positivity. Most of her suggestions involved some seriously X-rated imagery, though every once in a while, she managed to be helpful.

This morning, she was reminding me just how different my mates truly were.

Despite being identical twins, their personalities were nothing alike. And I had to remember that—had to stop expecting them to behave the same in every circumstance.

Liam wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t hide his emotions, not from me, not from anyone. Logan, though... Logan kept his walls high and his cards close. From the beginning, he made it clear he wanted our bond, but his reasons felt more possessive than emotional. It had taken time for him to lower his guard, to let me see what was underneath.

Maybe that’s all this was—him still learning how to express his feelings.

And honestly, I loved that side of him. Because when he did open up, when he showed me the softer parts of himself, I knew they were meant only for me. That alone made me feel treasured. One moment he could be driving me wild with need, and the next, holding me in his arms like I was the most precious thing he’d ever known.

Liam, by contrast, was the picture of tenderness and patience. He could read me like a book—sometimes better than I could read myself. He kept Logan grounded, smoothing out his rougher edges with quiet strength.

But he had a hidden side too.

Beneath that calm and considerate exterior burned a wildfire of passion reserved only for me. The boy-next-door routine vanished the second we were behind closed doors, replaced by something raw and deliciously dangerous. And gods, I loved every second of it.

Between the two of them, I was constantly reminded of just how lucky I was. They were opposites, yes—but together, they made something whole. Something perfect. And that something... was me.