My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 327

Dahlia’s POV

I made the short walk back to the cottage and pushed open the door—only to immediately wish I could slam it shut and pretend I’d never seen what waited inside.

The first thing that hit me was the sight of my father and my aunt entangled on the couch. He was practically on top of her, kissing her like the world was ending. One of his hands was openly cupping her breast, while hers gripped his ass as if she had every right to. They jolted apart the instant they heard me enter, but it was too late. The image was already scorched into my mind, impossible to erase.

“Oh Goddess! Sorry! I’ll just—yeah, I’ll go to my room. Carry on!” I stammered, already half-turned, desperate to flee both the room and the unbearable tension crashing down over us.

“No, dear! Stay and talk to your father. I’ll go,” Aunt Calliope said quickly, but the wounded look on her face made something twist in my chest. She thought I wouldn’t accept her—wouldn’t accept them—and part of me wasn’t sure I could.

“I only meant to give you two some privacy,” I murmured, forcing myself to meet her eyes. “If you really want to talk now, I’d rather you stayed.”

Her lips trembled into a smile, and she nodded, quietly returning to her seat beside my father, who looked like someone had just granted him a last-minute reprieve.

An awkward silence settled over the room like fog—thick, tense, and unrelenting. No one seemed eager to speak first. Eventually, my father sighed and broke the stillness.

“Dahlia, I know this is probably a lot for you. We never talked about something like this ever happening. Hell, I never really even considered it,” he began, voice cautious. “But I need you to understand—none of this means I didn’t love your mother.”

“It’s not that, Dad,” I interrupted gently. “I know how much you loved her. I never questioned that. And she wouldn’t have wanted you to spend your life alone, not any more than I would.”

“Then... you’re not mad?” he asked, studying me like he expected me to shatter any second.

“No. Not mad. Just... concerned,” I admitted, weighing my words carefully. I was trying to be understanding, but deep down I was still struggling to process it all.

“Concerned about what, exactly?” Calliope’s voice was soft, inviting.

I hesitated before answering, exhaling slowly. “I know it’s been years since you last saw each other. I don’t even know how often you were around each other when Mom was still alive. But no matter how this happened, you were family in a completely different way back then. And now... it’s changed. That kind of shift isn’t easy. I just don’t want either of you to get hurt if it turns out this is something you can’t move past.”

A lump rose in my throat as I continued. “I know too well how the past has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it.”

Sensing my unraveling, Aunt Calliope slipped from my father’s embrace and came to my side, rubbing my shoulder gently in comfort.

“We’ll talk more about all of that soon, my child,” my father said firmly, the tone in his voice leaving no room for debate. “But for now, just know that Calliope and I understand the risks. We’ve talked about it. And we both think this bond is worth seeing through.”

“Daddy...” The word broke on my lips, trembling. “You barely survived the last heartbreak. I can’t—” I stopped, swallowing hard. “I can’t watch you go through that again.”

The truth settled in my chest like stone. If he accepted this bond and something happened to her, it would destroy him. And I couldn’t lose him—not after everything.

He crossed the room in a heartbeat and pulled me into his arms, strong and warm, wrapping me in a hug that anchored me. His embrace had always been my safe place. The moment I felt his arms tighten around me, the dam finally broke.

I let the tears fall. For my mother—lost too soon. For the years of grief we endured without her. For the gaping space she’d left behind when I needed her wisdom the most. And for the pain of my broken mate bond. Logan’s betrayal still burned like acid in my chest, turning everything I thought I knew into ash.

I cried for every dream I once dared to have—dreams of two mates who cherished me, of pups I would raise, a pack I would help lead. Logan shattered all of it. And while the people I loved kept finding ways to move forward, I was always the one left behind, burying her own hopes.

But I would let go. Somehow, I would.

“Oh, my beautiful girl... my sweet daughter,” my father whispered, rocking me gently as he kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. “I’m so sorry for everything you’ve had to go through. Especially for my part in it. No child should have to carry the kind of pain you’ve carried.”

His voice grew softer. “But the time I had with your mother... it was worth every moment of the sorrow that followed. And I believe—deeply—that the same will be true with Calliope. I can’t walk away from the joy we might share, just because I’m afraid of what might happen.”

“I know,” I whispered. I pulled back enough to look up at him. “I don’t want to stand in your way. I just... I’m tired of the Moon Goddess and all her twisted games. The mate bond is supposed to be a blessing, but all I’ve ever seen it bring is pain.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced over at Calliope, then back to me. “Calliope, could I have a moment alone with my daughter?”

“Of course,” she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before quietly slipping from the room.

“Let’s sit down, love. There’s something I need to talk to you about.” My father’s voice was calm, but the way he avoided my eyes told another story. I caught a flicker of something—nerves, maybe even fear—before he turned away. And I just knew, deep down, I wasn’t going to like whatever came next.

“Just say it, Daddy,” I pressed, unable to keep the impatience from my voice. “You clearly expect a meltdown or you wouldn’t have asked Aunt Calliope to leave.”

He exhaled through his nose, bracing himself. “It’s about your mates.”

I folded my arms and leveled him with a cold, unwavering stare, daring him to go on. He gave a frustrated huff but didn’t back down. “I told them I’ve spoken to you. That you’re safe.”

“You what?!” I snapped, my voice ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot.

“I didn’t tell them where you are!” he said quickly, cutting me off before I could fully explode. “But… I think you should. Dahlia, they’re not doing well. I’m genuinely worried about them.”

“You’re worried about them?” I choked out, stunned. My blood boiled. “I told you what happened—what I saw. And you’re worried about them? How can you possibly take their side?”

“I’m not taking their side, Lia! I’m always on yours. You know that,” he said with a pained look. “But if there’s even a sliver of a chance that things could work out… I don’t want you to miss it. Don’t throw away your happiness without knowing the full truth.”

I scoffed bitterly. “Pretty sure any chance we had sank the moment one of my mates decided to screw another woman,” I bit out. My father gave me a pointed look, clearly disapproving of my language, but I didn’t care—not right now.

“I know what you think happened,” he said gently, “but… they’ve told me a different version. One I believe you should at least hear.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it nearly hurt. “Go ahead. Enlighten me. Tell me how I misinterpreted the sight of my mate naked in bed with another woman.”

So, he told me.

He repeated their story—every absurd, implausible detail. According to them, Logan had been drugged. Rowena had stripped him, staged the scene, and made it look like they’d slept together. It was supposedly a deliberate trap, all part of some scheme to sabotage our bond and prevent me from becoming Luna—because Rowena believed the title should be hers.

My father believed them. He genuinely believed that insane explanation.

But I wasn’t that naive. I wasn’t some helpless little fool clinging to denial. No, I’d seen the warning signs. I felt the shift long before I caught them. I’d noticed the distance, the odd tension, but I’d ignored it because I didn’t want to believe. I’d pushed aside Rowena’s warnings, dismissed her as a liar because they told me she was.

And I bought it. I let myself believe them. I felt sick with the realization—ashamed that I ever doubted my instincts. Stupid, stupid girl.

But not anymore.

I didn’t argue with my father further. I just nodded and made my way to my room, after securing one promise from him: that he wouldn’t give them my location or my new number. That was non-negotiable.

He had finally found someone who made him feel alive again, and I understood that he just wanted the same for me. But love—especially the kind that could shatter your soul—was a risk I couldn’t afford anymore.

From here on out, I would focus on myself. On understanding what I was capable of. Sharpening my skills. Rebuilding a future, not around love or mates or broken dreams—but around me. Love, at this point, was nothing but a weakness I couldn’t let in again.