My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 317

Dahlia’s POV

The rest of the week vanished in a blur, and before I could catch my breath, Friday had arrived. The mating and Luna ceremony was set for Saturday night, and Lilith was insistent that everything be finalized by sundown. Her reasoning? So we could devote all of Saturday to "self-care and relaxation." In truth, that translated to her team monopolizing every waking moment of my time, sculpting me into her vision of perfection for the ceremony.

The pack house had been buzzing with relentless energy all week, leaving little space for me to spend any meaningful time with my mates. I had wanted to surprise Liam with a wake-up kiss like I had done with Logan earlier in the week, but each night I collapsed into bed, unconscious before my head hit the pillow. Most mornings, I’d wake to find Liam already watching me from his side of the bed, a quiet smile playing on his lips.

This morning, he had retreated to his office to wrap up lingering work before we left for Midnight Moon on Sunday. Logan had been roped into helping his father set up tables and chairs—a chore Lilith had delegated that neither of them were particularly excited about. I made my way to the kitchen, hoping I could help Naia with the food preparations.

Of the three of us, I definitely had the best assignment. The food was irresistible, and I couldn’t help sneaking bites of nearly everything. Naia quickly caught on and began trailing me with a wooden spoon, swatting at my hand whenever I reached for another taste. I didn’t see the harm—after all, we’d be skipping lunch, and there was more than enough food to go around.

But by early afternoon, my enthusiasm had taken a sharp turn. My stomach twisted in protest, and sharp pains stabbed at my chest and abdomen. I must’ve overindulged on the spicy samosas—now I was paying the price.

Wolves rarely experienced heartburn, but it wasn’t unheard of. Between the fiery food and the week’s constant stress, I chalked it up to that.

Then the pain worsened.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a dull ache to something far more vicious—like a thousand needles slicing through my chest.

I let out a sharp gasp and doubled over the kitchen counter, struggling to stay upright. My wolf was whimpering somewhere deep inside me, her cries frantic, but she wouldn’t speak.

“Lia, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Naia rushed to my side, her voice tinged with panic.

She was close—so close I could feel her hand rubbing circles on my back—but her words sounded muffled and far away, like she was speaking underwater. I forced a few shallow breaths and straightened up with a practiced smile.

“I’m fine, Naia. Just some heartburn. I’m sorry for scaring you,” I said gently, hoping to keep her calm. The last thing I needed was for her to alert my mates or Lilith.

“You should go lie down. We’ve got it covered here,” she said, her concern etched deep in her features as she guided me toward the door. I didn’t argue. The pain was intensifying by the minute, and I couldn’t stand upright for much longer anyway.

Once out of sight, I leaned heavily against the wall, using it to steady myself as I made my way toward Liam’s room. My chest felt like it was engulfed in flames, the searing pain growing more unbearable with every step. I had to coach myself through it. Just reach the common room… okay, now the first stair… one more… again…

I had nearly conquered the second flight when I felt a strong presence beside me—Liam.

I couldn’t even look at him. The pain consumed everything. But I felt his arm wrap around me, supporting my weight. His voice filtered through the haze.

“Angel, I can feel your pain. Tell me what’s happening!”

I longed to soothe the fear in his voice, but I didn’t have the words. He was hurting too—our bond made that unavoidable—and guilt washed over me for causing him distress.

“Need… to… lie down,” I managed to stammer, clutching his arm like it was the only thing tethering me to this world. He nodded and his eyes glazed over, no doubt linking the pack’s doctor.

Half-carrying me, Liam struggled up the remaining stairs, his own steps faltering from the pain he felt through me. We had just made it to the hallway when we heard it.

Her.

“Yes! Oh Logan, yes! Mmm!”

A woman’s voice—one I recognized instantly.

Liam froze, disbelief shadowing his face. He seemed unable to process the sounds, unwilling to connect them to reality.

For me, it was the opposite.

Everything snapped into horrifying clarity. The excruciating pain tearing through me wasn’t from food or stress—it was betrayal. Deep, soul-shattering betrayal. The kind that slices deeper than any blade. My wolf, Blue, howled in agony, confirming what I already knew in my bones.

Logan’s bedroom door was ajar.

My legs moved without my permission, closing the distance. Part of me didn’t want to see, didn’t want the image burned into memory—but the other part needed proof. Needed my eyes to catch up to what my heart already knew.

I pushed the door open.

And my world crumbled.

They were naked, tangled in a way that left no room for doubt. Logan lay on his back, Rowena astride him, hips grinding in a slow rhythm. His hands clutched her waist, her hands layered over his in a gesture that screamed intimacy.

That detail, of all things, stole my breath.

Then Rowena turned, her eyes locking with mine.

I couldn’t see Logan’s face, but I knew it well—knew what he looked like when lost in pleasure. Her face, though… hers said everything. A wicked smile curled on her lips, dark eyes gleaming with cruel triumph. She didn’t stop. She didn’t flinch. She just kept moving, savoring my pain.

I stood there like a statue—numb, motionless, hollow—until Liam gently pulled me away.

Tears blurred my vision, but I could still hear Liam breathing raggedly beside me. I wanted to reach out, to offer him something, anything—but I was empty. He felt it too. The betrayal didn’t belong to just me. There were three of us in this bond, and Logan had broken something sacred. Liam would suffer through no fault of his own.

I didn’t even realize he’d left my side until I heard the furious growl echoing from Logan’s room. The sound vibrated down the hall, jolting me out of my trance.

The pain hit me like a crashing wave, drowning me.

I ran.

I didn’t think. I didn’t look back. I sprinted for the door, burst outside, and leapt from the porch, shifting in midair. My wolf took over, leaving shredded clothes behind.

I had nothing—no money, no phone.

Just pain.

By the time I reached the edge of the forest, the sky had darkened ominously. Storm clouds rolled in, and then the heavens opened. Rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking my fur and matting it to my body. Thunder cracked so loudly I thought it might split the earth, and lightning forked across the sky, striking trees with deadly precision.

Navigating the forest was like stumbling blind through a battlefield.

The storm blinded me. The lightning threatened to end me. And yet—I welcomed it.

There was no space left for thought. No room for heartbreak. All I could do was run—run and dodge and breathe and survive.

And that was enough.