My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 303

Dahlia’s POV

Six hours later, I found myself slumped at our dining table, barely able to keep my head upright, much less lift a fork to eat. I never imagined that planning a mating and Luna ceremony could be this draining. Lilith had practically lit up with joy when I told her I’d agreed to the celebration. She wasted no time diving into her ideas—clearly, she’d been waiting a long time for the day her sons would find their Luna.

She insisted we explore every inch of the estate, weighing the pros and cons of each location before settling on the perfect spot for the ceremony and reception. For wolves, a mating ceremony is our equivalent of a human wedding, and naturally, Lilith wanted it to be flawless—for me and her sons.

At first, I matched her enthusiasm. For about an hour. By the second, my focus was fading fast, but I pushed through, reminding myself of the immense favor she was doing us by helping organize such an elaborate event in just two weeks.

Once the location was finalized, we retreated to the patio to choose a color palette. She had an omega bring out a large box, which she eagerly unpacked, spreading fabric swatches in a dizzying array of colors before me. My head spun trying to keep track of them all.

Eventually, we settled on a rich autumn scheme—burgundies, plums, deep golds, and forest greens, brightened slightly with soft pinks to lighten the mood. I genuinely loved the palette—until Lilith insisted we do yet another walkthrough, this time to confirm the colors complemented the natural foliage.

Thankfully, she deemed the selection perfect and was so pleased with the outcome that she nearly skipped back to the patio while I dragged myself behind her. I thought—hoped—we were done for the day. But of course, we weren’t.

Next came the flowers. We agreed on darker-hued roses paired with pink peonies with golden centers for contrast. Then we moved on to discuss the seating layout and menu options for the reception. We decided on round tables and a sit-down dinner instead of buffet-style. The menu and cake, however, would have to wait until Naia could join us.

Lilith was about to launch into a full-blown dress code debate when I glanced at my watch and realized I was late meeting the twins for dinner. I excused myself as politely as I could, promising we’d continue the next morning.

The soft buzzing of conversation pulled me back to the present as the dining room filled with pack members. I could barely keep my head lifted from my palm, my elbow propped on the table. Across from me, my mates were deep in conversation with Bastian and Nikolai. Both had greeted me with a kiss on the cheek when they arrived, but neither seemed to notice just how close I was to collapsing.

I tried to follow their conversation but couldn’t make sense of a single word. My brain simply refused to cooperate.

At some point, Liam must have noticed my barely-touched plate, because the next thing I knew, he was pulling me into his lap. Ordinarily, I’d object to such public displays of affection, but tonight I was far too tired to care. I let my head rest against his shoulder, grateful for the support.

“Why aren’t you eating, Angel?” he whispered gently into my ear.

Logan, noticing us, scooted over to take my abandoned seat.

“I’m too exhausted to eat,” I murmured with a dramatic sigh. “I love your mother, but she’s absolutely exhausting.”

“What’s so tiring about planning a ceremony?” Logan asked, blinking at me with innocent confusion. “Isn’t it just sitting around and talking?”

I shot him a glare so sharp I could have cut glass. If I had the energy, I might’ve punched him for that.

“Six hours, Logan. Six hours of sorting through fabric swatches, magazine clippings, endless online searches—and let’s not forget how many times we walked the grounds, re-evaluating every little detail,” I ranted. “I swear on the Goddess, your mother has been planning this ceremony since the day you were born. And since you think it’s all so easy, you can join me tomorrow!”

The way he blanched was immensely satisfying. Liam chuckled beside me, clearly grateful to have escaped the next round.

“My poor angel,” Liam cooed, brushing his lips against my temple. “That does sound brutal. But you still need to eat. Let me help you.”

“I guess I am a little hungry,” I admitted.

Sensing victory, he eagerly began feeding me, spearing small bites of steak and vegetables, holding them to my lips like I was a grumpy toddler. And I let him. That alone said everything about how drained I felt. Logan watched with a pout that could’ve rivaled a scolded pup’s. I couldn’t tell if he was sulking about having to join tomorrow’s planning marathon—or because he wasn’t the one getting to feed me.

Probably both.

“Looks like it’s time to get the Luna to bed,” came a low voice—Nikolai, I thought.

Liam had managed to get about half the food into me before I pushed the rest away. My head rested against his chest, his wolf purring with contentment at having me close. The low rumble lulled me toward sleep, and my eyelids drooped, too heavy to hold open.

“Here, let me take her,” Logan said. I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he stood, then felt his arms wrap around me, lifting me gently from Liam’s lap.

“I could’ve carried her,” Liam muttered.

“I know. But you’ve had her all evening. My turn.” Logan’s voice left no room for argument as he walked away with me cradled against his chest.

My wolf chuckled in my mind, amused by their silent rivalry, but I was far too sleepy to laugh aloud.

At the bedroom, Logan sat me on the edge of the bed and started undressing me while Liam knelt to remove my shoes. A t-shirt was slipped over my head before I was tucked into the cool sheets.

“What time are we meeting my mom in the morning, baby?” Logan nudged me gently.

“After breakfast,” I mumbled, already halfway to dreamland.

I felt the bed dip on either side of me as two warm bodies pressed close, wrapping around me in the safest, most comforting cocoon. It was the perfect way to fall asleep.

The scenes unfolded before me like a vivid film, each one spilling into the next. Some I recognized—faint echoes of memories, perhaps—but most were foreign, like fragments from someone else's life. Gardens bathed in gold, a wide stone patio, the edge of a forest cloaked in color—every hue bled into the next, fluid and surreal. Some part of me knew this was a dream, yet I couldn’t grasp its purpose.

The colors pulsed with unnatural brightness, alive and shifting, almost too rich to be real. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was in the middle of a drug trip—acidic, immersive, but strangely serene. Despite the strangeness, there was no fear. Only calm. A quiet stillness as the dream continued to spool like a reel of film inside my mind.

Then everything shifted.

I was no longer observing—I was running. Blue, my wolf, surged through dense forest, her paws thundering against the wet ground. But I was still in control. I was the one steering her, guiding her forward through the storm-wracked woods.

Pain lanced through me, sharp and relentless, but its source remained a mystery. I refused to let it slow us down. If anything, it fueled me, pushing me harder. I didn’t recognize the terrain, but deep down I knew where we were going. Rain lashed from the heavens in heavy sheets, blurring the path ahead. Thunder cracked overhead with a violence that shook the earth beneath my paws, and lightning split the sky in jagged white forks. I found myself grateful for each flash—it lit the way.

Just as quickly as the storm had arrived, it vanished.

Suddenly, I stood in an opulent room, rich with texture and luxury I’d never seen before. My fingers trailed over velvet and carved wood as I tried to make sense of the space. Behind me, footsteps echoed softly. I turned—and there she was. A woman I didn’t recognize, yet something about her tugged at my heart, as if I’d known her in another life.

She opened her arms, and I stepped into them without hesitation.

I collapsed against her, sobs tearing from my chest, raw and unrelenting. She didn’t speak—just held me while I wept. I didn’t understand who she was, or why my soul ached so deeply in her arms, but I clung to her like a child to a mother.

The dream shifted again—but this time, I felt it more than saw it.

There was a presence beside me. I knew someone was near, but everything blurred, my vision smeared like wet paint. Frustration surged through me like wildfire. I needed to see—needed to know—but something was holding me back. My body trembled with rising panic, a tidal wave of dread crashing through me with every heartbeat.

Then a voice. Smooth, melodic, and impossibly calming.

"Trust me, child. I have a plan."

My thoughts spun. Who are you? What plan? I tried to ask, the words bursting from me in confusion.

But she didn’t answer. Instead, her voice softened, gentle and mournful.

"I'm sorry for your pain. Being chosen always comes with a price."

Chosen? Chosen for what?

"You are stronger than you know. Strong enough to survive."

Her words were riddles, cloaked in warmth and sadness. I opened my mouth to demand answers—but I never got the chance.

A sudden image seared into my mind. A creature—a nightmare brought to life—flashed before my eyes.

Its skin shimmered with a sick, otherworldly iridescence, but it was black at its core, like a void given form. Sunken eyes glowed with an eerie green luminescence, and its face looked stretched, skeletal. It smiled—at least I thought it did—but the jagged, blood-drenched teeth turned the expression into a grotesque mockery.

There was no kindness in that thing. Only evil.

I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air as the sound of a scream echoed around me.

It took me a full minute to understand that the scream was mine.

Four strong arms immediately pulled me into a cocoon of warmth, holding me tight, grounding me. My mates' faces hovered over mine, etched with panic and concern.

“Shhh, baby girl. We've got you. You're safe,” Logan whispered, his voice low and soothing as he rubbed gentle circles on my back. “Tell us what’s wrong. Was it a bad dream?”

I nodded, my chest heaving as I fought to control my breathing. “Yeah… just a dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Liam’s voice was gentle, but his eyes searched mine with quiet worry.

But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when I didn’t even understand what had terrified me so deeply. The creature hadn’t felt real—but the dread it carried, the sense of impending doom, that had been all too real. I couldn’t put it into words. I couldn’t make sense of it myself, let alone explain it to them.

“No, it’s fine. Just a stupid dream,” I murmured, brushing it off. “I’d rather not relive it.”

Logan’s hand never left my back. “Come back to bed. We’ve got another hour before we need to get up.”

“I’m too wired,” I said, shaking my head. “I think I’ll soak in the tub for a while.”

I couldn’t risk closing my eyes again. Not yet. That... thing was still lurking behind my eyelids.

Logan studied me. “Want some company?”

“Sure,” I replied with a wink and a sly grin, masking the fear still curling in my stomach.

If they thought I was in the mood to be playful, maybe they’d believe I was okay—and stop watching me like I was seconds from falling apart.