My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 307

Dahlia’s POV

Being the Beta’s daughter meant I was no stranger to pack politics. I understood the weight a single impression could carry—how the right words or the wrong gesture could forge alliances, shatter them, or determine a pack’s fate in times of strife. In a world where strength wasn’t always enough, connections could mean survival. For weaker packs, it was often the only line between peace and devastation.

I had never struggled with playing my part. In truth, I enjoyed it. Meeting new people, exchanging pleasantries—it all came naturally. And when someone rubbed me the wrong way, I simply kept my distance. As the Beta’s daughter, I wasn’t important enough to cause a stir by snubbing an arrogant Alpha or two. So no, I’d never dreaded these social events.

But today was different.

Today was the “small get-together” Lilith had orchestrated—only, in true Lilith fashion, “small” had quickly turned into something far grander. This wasn’t just a gathering. It was a showcase, and I was no longer just the Beta’s daughter. I was the future Luna. Every move I made would be scrutinized, every smile, every word. The pressure weighed heavily on me.

Despite being marketed as informal, the event had drawn an overwhelming crowd—Alphas, Lunas, Betas, Gammas, and their mates, all eager to attend. Liam had explained that these types of invitations were more treasured than formal ones. A mating ceremony invitation might be expected; a casual invite to a pack’s inner circle barbecue signaled deep trust and genuine alliance.

The Blood Moon Pack was powerful—monumentally so. Others needed us far more than we needed them. Still, I wanted to represent my Alphas with pride. I wanted to be the Luna they’d be proud to stand beside.

Which explained the nerves currently wreaking havoc on my stomach.

We were gathered for breakfast—everyone except Liam, who was off running last-minute errands for his mother. With school out for the weekend, Amara and Thalassa were present, their excited chatter about high school drama floating through the din of clinking cutlery and overlapping conversations. On any other day, I would’ve found amusement in their animated storytelling. But today, my thoughts were scattered.

I realized after a moment that they’d stopped trying to get my attention, likely resigning themselves to my distant state.

Food held no appeal. My stomach twisted with nerves, and although Logan kept offering me bites of pancake, I barely tasted them. At least he’d stopped trying to hold me in his lap—my restlessness had triggered reactions in him that weren’t exactly breakfast-table appropriate. Eventually, he placed a grounding hand on my knee to still the jittering motion.

“Relax, baby girl,” he whispered close to my ear. “Everyone’s going to love you. And honestly, who gives a fuck what they think? Most of them are boring, stiff old men anyway.”

I offered him a weak smile in return, grateful for his attempt to ease my anxiety.

To appease him, I forced down a few more bites of food. Then, salvation arrived in the form of Lilith.

“Time’s up, son,” she announced, her commanding tone cutting through the chatter like a blade. “Take your hands off your Luna and release her to me. The stylists are waiting. You can have her back when it’s time to greet the guests.”

Lilith had a voice that commanded attention—strong yet gracious. I silently wondered if I’d ever master that kind of authority.

Logan scowled but obeyed, unwinding his arm from around my shoulders. Just as I began to rise, he pulled me back for a kiss—soft and lingering, just enough to make my toes curl.

“I’ll see you soon, my Luna,” he murmured against my lips.

“Soon,” I echoed, then followed his mother toward what I could only describe as glamorous torture.

Over the next four hours, I was scrubbed, exfoliated, moisturized, and polished within an inch of my life. My fingers and toes were simultaneously worked on, leaving them glossy and shimmering in a delicate opalescent shade. Lilith barked orders to the makeup artists, ensuring their brushes followed her vision of radiant, natural beauty. The hairstylist? I had no clue what they were doing. I had stopped caring somewhere between the second layer of foundation and the third spray of setting mist. These events were exhausting, and to think I had to endure it all again next weekend for the mating ceremony? Unbelievable.

Dressing came last. I had surrendered the responsibility entirely to Lilith after she’d looked horrified at my original idea of “jeans and a t-shirt.”

“It’s not that kind of barbecue,” she said with a grimace.

I hadn’t picked a dress for the mating ceremony either, so I was more than happy to leave this one in her capable hands. She had taste, and I trusted her. The only requirement was that the dress be white—to uphold the illusion of bridal innocence. The idea amused me. Perhaps some fated mates met pure, but it never lasted. I’d probably broken some record by lasting two weeks. And even that had included plenty of touching.

At last, Lilith led me to stand before a full-length oval mirror, and I exhaled slowly as I took in my reflection.

The girl staring back at me was me—but elevated. Beautiful in a way that made me blink. My blonde hair shone in soft waves, cascading down my back. My eyes glittered, their blue hue vibrant against smoky brown lids and thick lashes. My skin glowed with a dewy flush, my cheeks tinged a peachy pink. My lips looked full, kissed with the softest sheen of glossy pink.

But the true showstopper was the dress.

A vision in white chiffon, it skimmed my curves with effortless grace. Raised floral detailing shimmered subtly, offering a whisper of modesty that only heightened curiosity. The floor-length wrap design plunged into a deep V at the neckline, revealing the swell of my breasts. Billowy bishop sleeves lent a sense of elegance, which the dangerously high front slit promptly shattered. Silver stilettos peeked out beneath the hem, completing the look.

I barely recognized the woman in the mirror. She was breathtaking. I knew—knew—my mates would have trouble keeping their hands off me. The thought alone sent a pulse of heat between my legs. No. Absolutely not. I would not get aroused with Lilith still in the room.

Just as I reeled myself back in, a knock sounded at the door—and then they entered.

The twins.

My grin bloomed the moment I saw their faces. Both froze in place, eyes wide, mouths slightly parted.

“Does that mean I look okay?” I teased.

They continued to gape, and a tiny flicker of doubt crept in—until Logan finally broke the silence.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and though it was a single word, I knew it was loaded with feeling. That was Logan—never verbose when overwhelmed.

Liam, meanwhile, had yet to speak, but he was already moving toward me, arms reaching out—until Lilith stepped into his path.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she warned sharply. “She’s a masterpiece, and I will not have her makeup smeared or her dress wrinkled before the event even begins. You may lightly kiss her cheek. Emphasis on lightly.”

Both of them looked like they wanted to protest, heads tilted in unison, but one withering glare from Lilith made them think better of it. I laughed softly as they stepped forward and took a hand each in theirs.

“You look exquisite,” Liam whispered, brushing a kiss just behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Work of art, my ass,” Logan added. “You’d put the most priceless masterpiece to shame.”

Their eyes roamed over me slowly, reverently, and the fire low in my belly flared to life.

Gone were the nerves that had haunted me all day. With their eyes on me like that, how could I not feel confident? Even my wolf was dancing with delight in my mind.

“You’re both looking pretty drool-worthy yourselves,” I replied, leaning up to kiss each of their cheeks.

They were dressed in fitted black slacks and silver-gray button-down shirts that clung to their toned frames. Tousled waves of chocolate-brown hair completed the look—Logan’s wild and rebellious, a curl falling rakishly across his forehead; Liam’s sleek and perfect, all calm control. It did wicked things to my insides, imagining the passion beneath their composed exteriors.

“Ahem!” Lilith cleared her throat, dragging me back from my not-so-innocent thoughts. I realized, with a flush of embarrassment, that I’d been mentally undressing them.

“Right,” Liam said, clearing his throat. “We should go... before I take you right here on the floor.”