My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 320

Logan’s POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What the hell was that noise?

My eyes blinked against the assault of blinding lights overhead. Disoriented, I groaned and tried to sit up, instinctively raising a hand to shield my face from the glare. Everything felt wrong.

The sterile scent hit me first—too clean, too cold. I was in a hospital bed. Not mine. An IV pierced my arm. Monitors beeped steadily by my side, and a deep, pulsing ache throbbed in my skull. What the actual fuck happened?

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” came Liam’s voice, disembodied at first, drifting from somewhere in the room. “Though I imagine you’ll be wishing you were still out cold before long.”

His tone sent a chill down my spine—empty, lifeless, as if whatever spirit he had was barely holding on. It wasn’t just his words. It was the weight behind them, the pain laced through every syllable.

My wolf was still unconscious, dulled by whatever they’d pumped into me, but even without him or our twin bond, I could feel the anguish radiating from Liam. When he stepped into view, his appearance confirmed it.

He looked like hell—eyes sunken, rimmed with dark circles, skin pale and drawn tight across sharp cheekbones. My chest tightened. He looked like a ghost.

“What happened?” My voice rasped out, rough and cracked. “Why am I here? Where’s Lia?”

The monitor’s beeping sped up, mirroring the rise in my heart rate. Panic clawed its way through me, thick and choking. Liam opened his mouth, but whatever answer he had seemed caught in his throat. A single tear slid down his cheek.

“Answer me, now, Liam. Where is she?”

The growl ripped from my throat, feral and sharp, powerful enough to make the machines tremble. My wolf may have been asleep, but the rage in my voice betrayed just how close to the surface he really was. I didn’t give a damn what had happened to me—I needed to know she was safe. Nothing else mattered.

“I don’t know.” The words landed like a hammer to the chest. His voice was flat, broken. Empty.

That was all it took. My wolf exploded to the surface, howling with rage.

My claws burst free, shredding the wires strapped to my chest. I yanked the IV out with a snarl and leapt from the bed as alarms screamed. I didn’t know where I was going—I didn’t care. She wasn’t here, and that was enough.

Bastian and Nikolai stormed in, knocking Liam aside as they threw their full weight at me. I thrashed violently, trying to shake them off, driven only by one thought—find her.

“Alpha, you need to calm down!” Bastian’s voice cracked with desperation as he fought to subdue me.

“Liam, get your shit together and help us!” Nikolai snapped, straining to hold me down.

“What do you want me to do?” Liam’s voice still sounded hollow, but there was a flicker of focus in it now.

“Use the bond! Get Ghost to reach Fang. Make him listen!” Bastian barked.

Ghost. My twin’s wolf. The only being who could reach Fang when even I couldn’t. And he did. I felt it—a faint tug at the edge of my consciousness. Ghost’s call gave me just enough leverage to claw my way back to control.

My body stilled beneath Nikolai’s grip, and he cursed, winded and shaken.

“Your wolf’s a damn menace,” he muttered, panting.

“Talk,” I demanded, voice like steel. The wolf was silent now, but the fire in my chest hadn’t dimmed. I needed answers, or blood would be spilled.

“I’m going to rip that bitch to shreds,” I growled once Liam began explaining what had happened. That manipulative snake had drugged me—violated me—and shattered my mate in the process. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to bleed.

“You’ll have to get in line,” Liam snarled, his voice gaining strength with his rage.

He paced the office, back and forth like a madman, his bare feet grinding a hole into the expensive rug he once insisted on. Not that it mattered anymore. He’d already wrecked the furniture in his grief. What was a rug in the grand scheme of things?

Theron had cleared me for release the moment I was coherent enough to argue. Not that he had a choice—I wasn’t staying another second. Now we were back in our territory, trying to plan our next move. But none of us would sleep until Lia was back where she belonged.

I thought I’d prepared myself for what I was about to see. I hadn’t.

As we approached the house, the destruction hit me like a blow to the gut. Gaping craters dotted the driveway, massive enough to swallow entire vehicles. We had to park far down the road and walk the rest of the way. The forest had been ravaged. Trees ripped from the earth, twisted and shattered like matchsticks.

Power. Pure, unfiltered power had caused this. My stomach churned when I thought of what she must’ve been feeling to lose control like that. Her pain must’ve been unbearable.

And it was my fault.

“She’s not at Oberon’s, I assume?” I asked, trying to stay focused.

Liam shot me a withering look. “Of course I called Oberon. She’s not there. He reached out to Isolde, Silas, even her aunt in Midnight Moon. No one’s seen her. And let me tell you—it was just great explaining everything to her father. I don’t think he bought the ‘psycho ex-girlfriend’ excuse either. But he at least stopped threatening to castrate us and promised to let us know if she turns up.”

He sighed and dragged a hand through his messy hair. “Mom and Dad are reaching out to other packs too. She’s got eyes on her all over the damn continent. So? What now?”

“The rain’s let up. Bastian and I’ll head into the woods with a few trackers. Maybe we can find her trail,” Nikolai said, glancing toward the window.

“Thanks,” Liam said, his voice softer now. I didn’t bother responding. I just waited for them to leave.

The second the door clicked shut, I rounded on him.

“I get that you’re pissed, scared, exhausted—I am too. But why the hell are you taking it out on me? You think I wanted to be drugged and used? This isn’t my fault!”

His jaw clenched. Then, his voice dropped into something colder, darker.

“Isn’t it, though?”

I froze. “Say what you mean, Liam. We don’t have time for cryptic bullshit.”

He turned to me, eyes burning. “I mean, did it never occur to you that something like this might happen? That eventually, one of the hundreds of women you slept with might actually take your drunken promises seriously? That maybe—just maybe—you shouldn’t have told someone you’d make her your Luna just to get laid and then acted like it never happened?”

He let the words hang, sharp and brutal.

“Did you really think there wouldn’t be consequences?”