My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 321

Logan’s POV

Liam’s words struck with the force of a sledgehammer, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. All I could do was stare, locked in place like my feet were anchored to the floor.

How could I argue with him? I couldn’t.

Because he was right.

I had done this. All of it. And if there was such a thing as divine punishment, this was surely the Moon Goddess settling the score—handing down a retribution I had rightfully earned. Her justice was cruel, but not unfair.

Only, it wasn’t just my happiness being sacrificed. It was tearing through the lives of those I loved like wildfire. Maybe that was the point. What better way to make me suffer than by destroying everything I cared about?

Sure, I’d never given any of those women false promises. I didn’t have to. They had come willingly, eager for whatever scraps I was willing to give. If some of them had convinced themselves I’d make one of them Luna, that delusion was their own. Maybe others hoped to use me, to leverage our encounters for status. It sickened me now, but it didn’t matter anymore. The damage was already done.

Consequences don’t care about intention.

And no matter how much I wished the consequences were mine alone, they weren’t. That was the harshest part of all.

Lia’s disappearance wasn’t just a stab to the chest—it was the slow, agonizing sensation of my heart being carved out. But knowing that Liam and Lia were suffering too? That made it worse. Like my already bleeding heart was being stomped on, drenched in gasoline, and set ablaze—while I stood there, watching it burn.

“I’m going to join the search,” Liam said, his voice hollow and distant. It snapped me out of the spiral, but the door had already slammed shut behind him before I could gather a response.

I thought about going after him, about trying to help. My wolf was curled into a whimpering ball at the back of my mind—utterly broken. And without him, I was useless. Still, I should’ve been out there. I should have been trying to bring her home.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t stomach seeing the physical devastation in the forest—couldn’t face the reflection of the chaos I’d caused. The wreckage mirrored the damage I’d done to our bond, and it was more than I could bear. So instead, I folded into myself, curled into the fetal position on our bed, burying my face in her pillow and clinging to the last traces of her scent. It was all I had left.

Liam would find her, I told myself. He would explain what happened in a way she could understand. He’d make her see reason, make her come home.

I’d only get in the way.

If I hadn’t been so selfish to begin with, maybe I would’ve found a way to step aside and let them be happy—without me. I never deserved her. Not the way Liam did. My very existence had tainted everything. This whole damn mess was proof enough of that.

But it was too late now. She was etched so deep into my soul that even the thought of letting go felt like death.

And I’d rather die than try.

A week passed, and we were no closer to finding our mate. Neither of us had slept. We barely ate. Liam became a man possessed—calling every pack, chasing down every lead. Oberon checked in constantly but came up just as empty-handed. He stayed in contact with her friends, but none of them had a clue where she might’ve gone. They were as frantic and lost as we were.

Liam mentioned that Isolde and Silas had been stopping by the house to speak with Oberon. Isolde, I was sure, cared. But Silas? That bastard was probably relishing this. At least she hadn’t run into his arms.

I asked if Oberon had called her aunt again, but Liam said they spoke daily. If Lia had shown up there, we would’ve known.

Another dead end.

What kept me clinging to sanity was the bond—still intact, if eerily empty. It told me she was alive.

That was all I had.

So I sat in her closet, surrounded by her scent—wildflowers and honey—taking slow, deliberate breaths. This was where it lingered the strongest, and I wanted to stay there forever, inhaling until I no longer had to exhale, never wanting to spend another breath without her.

I shouldn’t have been hiding. I should’ve been searching. I should’ve been stronger.

But I was shattered.

Each day she remained gone, the pieces of me slipped further apart, and I knew—knew with terrifying certainty—that I’d never be whole again. Not without her. I couldn’t go back to the lifeless shell I’d been before she came into my world.

And if we didn’t find her… I’d drown in the emptiness swallowing me whole.

Footsteps echoed. Liam’s scent cut through the closet like a knife. I wanted to yell at him to leave, to stop muddling the purity of her lingering presence. But he had every right to be here. He was suffering too.

He pulled the door open and fixed me with a hard stare.

“I need your help calling the surrounding packs again. For updates,” he said. Yet another attempt.

“I can’t,” I whispered. “Not today. I can’t talk to anyone.”

“Do you think this is easy for me?” His voice cracked, fury and pain bleeding together. “Do you think I don’t feel like my chest is being torn apart, or like every breath without her doesn’t burn my lungs?”

He stepped closer. “Every second she’s gone, I die inside. But I won’t stop. Not until the Moon Goddess takes me out of this world, because there is nothing left to live for without her.”

“But you deserve to get her back!” I shouted, the torment I’d been choking on erupting from my throat. “You didn’t do this! I did! I hurt her—I caused this. Everyone would be better off if I just stayed the hell out of it!”

“You’re right,” he snapped. “It was one of your exes who started this. But you weren’t even conscious for what happened. You didn’t see her—clutching her chest, trying to climb those stairs while drowning in pain, not understanding what she did wrong. You didn’t see her eyes when it hit her—like she’d been waiting for this moment all along. Like she believed she deserved it.”

His voice trembled now, barely holding together. “She didn’t. She didn’t deserve any of that. And she’s still out there, believing she did—believing she’s not worthy of love. So I don’t give a damn what you think you deserve. I don’t care who’s at fault. I care about her. Now get off the damn floor and meet me in the office. Five minutes. We’re going to find her.”

Then he was gone.

The silence left in his wake rang louder than his voice. I hadn’t even realized he’d slammed the door.

Slowly, I pushed myself upright, taking one last breath of her scent—my lifeline, my drug—before stepping out of the closet.

Because he was right.

This agony consuming me? I’d earned it. But she hadn’t. She was an innocent casualty in the crossfire of our mate bond. The only way to soothe her pain was to find her… and tell her the truth.

She might still walk away from us.

But at least she’d know—I never betrayed her.

And I never would.