My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 329

Logan’s POV

I lay curled up on the floor of Lia’s closet, my face buried in one of her pillows, her scent wrapping around me like a balm and a curse all at once. Her clothes hung silently above me, steeped in that familiar fragrance that had become my only anchor in this spiraling abyss. This had become my refuge—my pathetic little sanctuary—for those moments when the ache of missing her gnawed so deeply into my chest, I could only close my eyes and pretend she was near. Pathetic? Maybe. But it was all I had left of her.

All that kept me from completely unraveling.

I’d made my share of bad choices—hell, more than my share. Each one followed by a dark descent into loathing, the kind that clings to your soul and refuses to let go. But nothing, not a single regret in the catalogue of my failures, had ever gutted me like this. I’d given Lia every part of me—my heart, my soul, the very breath in my lungs—and still, I’d lost her. Because I hadn’t protected her. Because my past had caught up with us, and she paid the price.

And now? The only thing keeping me upright was a fragile, desperate hope that I could still make things right. If she never forgave me, I’d crumble. But I had to try. I couldn’t live with myself unless I did everything in my power to prove she was loved—deeply, fiercely—and that she never, not once, deserved the pain I caused.

The agony that coiled through my chest didn’t let up. I welcomed it. I needed it. It was the consequence of every selfish decision I’d ever made, every moment of short-sighted indulgence that ultimately carved this gaping wound between me and the woman I was destined to love. As Liam so graciously reminded me, I’d been walking this road to destruction for years. Lia had just been caught in the wreckage.

Each breath hurt. Every night was a battle against memories that haunted me—her smile, the sound of her laugh, the way her fingers traced the curve of my jaw. I earned this torment. It was the payment for all those faceless bodies I’d used to distract myself from the emptiness. Now, I couldn’t even think about another woman without my stomach turning, especially Jenna. Goddess, especially her.

My wolf had shut me out the moment Liam explained what happened—why she’d left. He’d never supported my recklessness, had warned me time and again that it would end in regret. Now, he wanted nothing to do with the fallout, too disgusted to share space with me. I didn’t blame him. I’d reject me too. But that didn’t stop him from flooding my mind with his anguish, his low whines echoing in the back of my skull like the ghost of everything I’d ruined.

I curled tighter around her pillow, teetering on the edge of another fantasy where she was here—safe in my arms, her lips brushing mine—when Liam slammed the door open.

“Get up! We’re going after our mate tomorrow, and we need a plan!” he barked, his voice alive with purpose.

I sprang up so fast it nearly gave me whiplash, hands gripping his shoulders as I stared into his eyes. “What did you say? You found her?” For the first time in weeks, something sharp and bright surged in my chest—hope. And if he didn’t explain himself quickly, I’d shake it out of him.

“Not exactly,” he admitted, that signature Liam smirk dancing on his face. “But we’ll know where she is by morning.”

Just like that, the spark flickered. My hands dropped to my sides, and the crushing disappointment settled back over me. “I’ve heard that before,” I muttered, turning away.

“But this time,” Liam said, smug as ever, “Oberon told me himself.”

I froze. “What?”

“He just called. He said he’s leaving tomorrow to go see Lia and plans to stay a while. Our warriors already confirmed he’s home, so we’ll follow him. Once we know where she is, we’ll act. But if she’s in another Alpha’s territory, we’ll need a solid strategy to get in if he refuses access.”

He was speaking fast—too fast—but that was typical Liam. Strategy always got him hyped. And this time, I didn’t mind. Because we were finally getting closer.

That night, we met with Bastian, Nikolai, and a few members of our elite team. So much depended on which Alpha had taken her in, and whether we’d be allowed inside peacefully. In the end, we agreed to approach alone and request an audience with the Alpha. Our team would stay hidden, scanning the borders and gathering intel.

If they denied us entry… we'd reassess. But we were prepared to do whatever it took to bring her home. No one—not even a rival Alpha—would keep her from us. Still, I prayed it wouldn’t come to bloodshed. I needed to believe this could end without war.

After hours of tense discussion, I was drained. I dragged myself back to Lia’s room, silently pleading for rest. I needed to be strong when I saw her again.

The room hadn’t changed. Repairs had halted, and the cabin we’d started building remained untouched. Neither of us had the heart to continue. Because no matter how we tried to pretend, she might never return to share those dreams with us.

Still, every night, Liam and I took refuge here. In her old room. Beneath the cracked ceiling. In the fading scent of the woman we couldn’t stop loving. It was easier to ache together than to suffer alone. Misery really did love company.

And gods, how I missed her. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

“Selene,” I whispered into the dark, “just let me hold her one more time.”