My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 330

Dahlia’s POV

Unseen eyes watched from the depths of the forest, curiosity radiating from their hidden vantage point as my aunt’s wolf guided Blue and me through another round of grueling training. I couldn’t see them, but I felt their presence—distinct pulses of energy thrumming in response to the magic we summoned. Whether they were in human or wolf form didn’t matter. The power we were wielding would never go unnoticed for long.

Eventually, Aunt Calliope had decided to confide in her Alpha about my abilities, hoping he might help reduce the number of onlookers as we honed our skills. It was a calculated risk, but one we both felt was worth taking. She trusted him, and I chose to follow her lead. Thankfully, he agreed without hesitation, promising to keep my secret safe. I knew then the ones watching from the shadows were his most trusted warriors.

"Again!" Sorcha, my aunt’s wolf, barked inside my head, urging me to repeat the cycle. I set a dry pile of brush ablaze, then called water from the earth to extinguish it, again and again in practiced rhythm.

I could train in either form, but Calliope found it easier to tap into the dormant knowledge buried within her when she shifted. Though fragments of it flickered through her in human form, her wolf seemed better able to grasp and relay it—albeit imperfectly. Neither of us understood why. Perhaps the Moon Goddess had hidden it this way, safeguarding it from those who might abuse it. We could only speculate.

It was hard to believe how far I’d come in just under two months. I’d expected my aunt to be distracted after mating with my father, but she’d surprised me. She insisted the training was too important to delay. And surprisingly, Sorcha—despite her affection for my dad and his wolf, Blaze—agreed.

Even outside our sessions, I often found Sorcha and Blue meditating together in the quiet hours of the morning or after naps. It was as if Sorcha was passing on wisdom without words, embedding it deep within our minds to bloom when needed. The process was as mystifying as it was mesmerizing.

Yet beneath all the growth and training, something darker lingered.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. If anything, they’d become more vivid, more brutal. Sleep was a rare commodity now, and when it came, it felt more like punishment than rest.

The dreams always began the same way: I was running—stumbling—through the woods, each step sending sharp jolts of pain up my limbs. Rain pelted my skin, lightning split the sky, and every movement reminded me I was being hunted. Unlike the first time I had that dream—before Reegan’s betrayal—I now understood what it meant. I was running from Blood Moon. From my mates.

She appeared again—the woman I now recognized as my aunt. But this time, she didn’t comfort me. She stood beside my father, hand in hand, before shifting into her wolf and filling my mind with strength and guidance. Encouraging me as I struggled to master the storm within me.

Sometimes, I saw myself conjuring fire or calling forth rain. Other nights, it was a swirling whirlwind of leaves or a tremor that rippled through the ground. Vines would writhe upward, or saplings would shoot into towering trees in a blink. No two dreams were the same, but my powers were always there, waiting to be called.

Oddly enough, that part of the dream brought a strange sense of comfort. It was like finding a puzzle piece that had eluded me for years. Understanding it offered a sliver of peace, even though the realization that I had dreamed the events before they ever occurred unsettled me deeply.

But that comfort was always short-lived.

Because without fail, the second part of the dream came. And with it, the terror.

The creature haunted every corner of my sleep—skin like shadowed obsidian with a pearlescent sheen, its glowing green eyes fixed on me with a stare that rooted me to the ground. Its lips curled into a twisted sneer, and though I wanted to look away, I was paralyzed by a fear so primal it turned my blood to ice.

Then, in an instant, it vanished. But the horror only deepened.

In its place came the image of someone I loved—dying. Violently. Gruesomely. The face changed every time. My father. My aunt. My mates. My friends. None were spared. And always, that high-pitched cackling echoed in my mind like shattered glass.

I would jolt awake, breath ragged, the metallic scent of blood still thick in my nostrils.

A sudden crack of breaking twigs snapped me from the grip of my memories. My gaze flicked toward the forest’s edge where movement stirred. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Zared stepping cautiously into the clearing.

Smirking, I didn’t bother to turn. I simply summoned a small rain cloud and positioned it above him, letting it follow as he moved.

“Fuck!” he shouted, making me laugh outright.

“Really, Lia? I came all the way out here to deliver a message and this is the thanks I get? Trying to drown me?”

“Aww, you’re right,” I said with mock sympathy. “That was rude of me. Let me help you dry off.”

With a flick of my wrist, flames encircled him, drying him instantly.

“Shit!” he snapped again, freezing in place. The look he gave me was downright murderous. Spoilsport. I watched the fire wick away the moisture from his clothes before I dismissed it with a casual wave.

“What message is so important that the mighty Gamma of Midnight Moon had to deliver it himself?” I asked, genuinely curious. Zared was a decent guy, though a little grumpy at times.

“You’ve got a visitor,” he replied bluntly. “Faelan would’ve come himself, but he’s busy keeping them entertained.”

“What?” I gasped. “Who?”

Only three people outside this pack knew I was here. My father was already visiting, and I’d been in regular contact with Isolde and Silas. Neither had hinted at paying me a visit.

“He didn’t say,” Zared replied, watching me closely. “But he did mention the guy’s from Crystal Moon.”

He was studying my reaction now. Zared knew the general outline of my story, but I’d never specified which pack my mates belonged to. I gave a small nod, thoughtful, guarded. If it was a male from Crystal Moon, it could only be Silas. He must’ve wanted to surprise me. Sweet, in theory—but I wasn’t sure I was ready to see him just yet.

“I guess we’ll have to cut training short today,” I mind-linked my aunt as I turned back to her wolf.

She dipped her large head in a nod. I’d expected at least a hint of disappointment, but any such notion vanished when my father’s wolf emerged from the trees. It didn’t take a genius to figure she’d summoned him the moment Zared mentioned I had to return to the pack house.

At least, that’s what I chose to believe—they were going for a run. Anything else wasn’t something I wanted to entertain. The mere thought made me shudder.

Zared and I walked in silence, comfortable and familiar.

Over the past few months, I’d spent more and more time with him, with Alpha Faelan, his Beta Orin, and Orin’s pregnant mate, Indira. They had welcomed me into their inner circle without hesitation, giving me a place to belong when Dad and Aunt Calliope needed space—which was often.

Their company was easy, natural. I felt at ease with all of them.

Faelan, in particular, had gone out of his way to make me feel included. At any pack gathering, he never left my side. His arm would rest casually over my shoulders, a silent signal to everyone else that I wasn’t to be approached unless I wished it. It was protection without pressure. I appreciated it more than I ever said aloud.

If there was one drawback to these new friendships, it was their complete lack of tact. None of them had a filter. If they were curious, they asked. Directly. And unfortunately, I had no poker face.

They all knew about my abilities. Once I started actively training and using them, there was no hiding it—Faelan had to be informed. As Alpha, he had every right to know, so I told him before he found out on his own.

To his credit, he took it well but asked that we keep it quiet for now—too many questions, too much fear otherwise. He requested permission to share the information with Orin and Zared, so they could arrange for security around our training area. I agreed, and my aunt supported that decision. I trusted them.

It was the topic of my relationship status that I found much harder to discuss. Still, they were relentless.

Eventually, I told them the truth—my mate had betrayed me. I left.

That was all I said. I didn’t mention that I had more than one mate. Only Faelan knew that part.

Mercifully, they let it be after that. The shame still clung to me. Who wants to admit they were cheated on? It’s humiliating.

Indira, bless her, had cursed him out with colorful flair, but instead of comforting me, it only deepened the ache in my chest. My wolf grieved at the memory of him, no matter how justified the anger might be.

Zared escorted me to Faelan’s office, announcing our arrival with a single knock before barging in like he owned the place.

“Delivered as promised, boss,” he declared, as if I were a parcel he had to drop off on time. “Catch ya later, Super Freak!”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname he’d chosen the day he found out what my wolf could do. Faelan growled low in response, but I waved it off, knowing Zared meant no harm. That was just him—teasing was his way of caring.

“Zared said I had a visitor,” I said, watching Faelan for any indication as to why he hadn’t just taken me straight to them.

“You do,” he confirmed. “He’s waiting in the lounge. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with seeing him before tossing you to the wolves—literally.”

His pun made me chuckle, but I could sense an undercurrent of tension beneath his usual levity. Something was off. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

“Zared didn’t recognize him, just said he was from Crystal Moon,” I explained. “Only two people from that pack know where I am—my best friends. I’m sure it’s fine. He could’ve told me he was coming, though.”

“If he’s a friend of yours, he’s welcome to stay as long as he likes. Lounge is yours for as long as you need. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” Faelan said with a wink, the tension easing slightly from his frame.

As I approached the lounge, the quiet confirmed it was empty. No other pack members lingered. I had thought of taking Silas out for coffee so we could talk, but it looked like we’d have all the privacy we needed for the inevitable grilling.

I was almost at the doorway when a familiar scent hit me—one I could never forget.

It wasn’t Silas.

It was Finnian.

A part of me wanted to turn around and walk away, but I knew he would have already caught my scent. There was no point in hiding now.

Besides, I couldn’t leave Faelan to deal with the mess I’d caused while I cowered elsewhere.

Drawing in a breath to steady my thundering heart, I stepped into the room.