My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 315

Unknown POV

I had hoped the Goddess would grant me more time—to think, to plan, to act with precision. But luck, it seemed, was not mine to claim. I was away visiting a friend when the news shattered whatever calm I had left: the Blood Moon Alphas were set to crown Dahlia Sterling their Luna in just two weeks.

I didn’t hesitate. I abandoned the visit, returned home immediately, and threw myself into formulating a plan. There was no version of reality where I allowed that ceremony to happen. Not without doing something. Not without trying.

A mating ceremony, especially one orchestrated by the Ashford family, wasn’t something slapped together. They didn’t do anything halfway. In fact, it was almost certainly going to be a lavish production, with stylists, caterers, vendors—an endless flow of outsiders pouring in and out of the pack house daily. That might’ve made security more complicated for them, but for me, it just meant the odds of getting caught had multiplied tenfold.

I couldn’t risk it. I stayed away from the chaos, kept myself out of sight. I needed to move in silence. Even when an invitation arrived for the pre-ceremony barbecue, I turned it down without a second thought. The Alphas had already made it clear they didn’t want me anywhere near their mate—not that I fully accepted Dahlia was theirs to begin with. Regardless, I wasn’t going to risk drawing suspicion. I had other, more urgent matters to attend to—refining every detail of what needed to be done.

Now, the time had finally come. The ceremony was set for tomorrow evening. If I waited even a few more hours, my window would close completely. This had to be done today—tonight.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Aziel. Loyal, discreet, and a Blood Moon warrior—he had agreed to help without question when I asked. His job was simple but crucial: distract Alpha Liam, keep him occupied, and buy me the time I needed. The entire plan hinged on keeping the two Alphas apart. If they were together, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

Tucked away in a narrow alcove just off the Alpha floor, I waited for Aziel’s signal. My patience frayed with every passing second. Alpha Logan was alone in his room—for now. If I missed this moment, if someone joined him or he decided to leave, it would all be over.

My fingers curled around the syringe in my pocket. I felt the hard plastic press against my palm as I fidgeted anxiously, careful not to trigger the plunger. Getting the compound had cost more than just money—it had cost favors, ones I’d rather not owe. There would be no second chance if anything went wrong.

My phone buzzed. One glance at the screen told me everything I needed to know. Aziel was in position.

Silent as shadow, I slipped through the door into Logan’s room. My scent was masked, every trace of it scrubbed away to keep him from noticing me too soon.

There he was.

Standing with his back to me, steam rising faintly from his skin, a towel slung low around his hips while he dried his hair with another. The gods were on my side after all—he was near the bed. I wouldn’t have to drag him far once he was out.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out the syringe, and popped off the cap. My fingers trembled slightly as I raised my arm—but then he turned.

I froze.

His eyes locked onto mine, silver and seething. The power in his aura surged like a warning flare.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, shock and fury layered thick in his voice.

But it was already too late.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t blink. I drove the needle through the towel, straight into the muscle of his thigh.