My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 333

Liam’s POV

It was seven a.m., and Logan and I had been pacing restlessly for the past hour—not that we’d gotten any sleep. How could we, knowing that today we might finally discover where our mate had been hiding for the past two agonizing months?

At six sharp, Caelum—our lead tracker and one of the stealthiest warriors in our ranks—had mind-linked us. He reported that Oberon had left Crystal Moon territory. Caelum was trailing him discreetly and promised to update us the moment Oberon reached his destination. The only problem? We had no clue how long that would take. And the not knowing was slowly unraveling both of us.

“What time is it?” Logan asked for what had to be the hundredth time.

“Five minutes later than when you asked last,” I snapped, irritation seeping into my voice.

“What the fuck is taking so long? This waiting is driving me insane!” He scowled, rubbing a hand through his already-disheveled hair.

“How many warriors are we bringing? Did you get them on standby? We might have to move fast!”

“For the love of the Goddess, Logan, we’ve been over this!” I growled, the frustration boiling over. “Ten warriors. Two SUVs. They've been loaded and prepped since sunrise—they’re ready to roll the second we give the word!” My voice was sharp, edged with the same anxiety that gripped us both. His constant pacing and questions were grinding on my nerves.

“I can’t stand around doing nothing. I need to move—do something—anything!” he all but shouted before storming out of the room.

I couldn’t blame him. Maybe keeping busy would stop my own thoughts from spiraling. I headed to my office, hoping the paperwork waiting on my desk would be a welcome distraction. But an hour later, I was still staring blankly at the same stack, untouched.

Thoughts of her wouldn’t stop swirling in my head. Where is she? Will she even agree to see us? Will she hear us out—or push us away again? What if she won’t forgive us? What if she’s already made up her mind?

Each unanswered question stabbed deeper. I hated the helplessness of it. Waiting—just waiting—was a kind of torture I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

“Alphas, are you there?”

Caelum’s voice crackled through the mind-link, cutting through the fog of my thoughts.

“Yes!” Logan and I responded in perfect unison.

“What have you got? Where is she?” Logan asked, his voice taut with impatience.

“We’re not there yet, but I wanted to update you. We’re heading east on Route Tweive. He bypassed the exits for Thunder and Cloudy Mountain.”

There was only one logical conclusion.

“Midnight Moon,” Logan and I said at the same time.

“Good work, Caelum. We’ll meet you there,” I replied, severing the link.

“Liam, I’m already in the car. Let’s move!” Logan called out. I didn’t answer—I was already on my way.

By the time I reached the car, Logan was in the driver’s seat. He was the faster driver, and we both knew time was of the essence, but damn, I hated giving up the wheel. I preferred the control it gave me.

“How long to Midnight Moon from here?” he asked as I climbed in.

“Three hours,” I muttered, already dreading every single minute of it. So much could happen in that time. She could be hurt… or go into heat. She could decide to run again—to disappear before we even got the chance to explain.

Fuck.

“I’ll get us there in two,” Logan said with steely confidence.

“Great. Just try not to kill us on the way,” I deadpanned.

The drive was long and silent, the air in the SUV so thick with tension it was suffocating. Neither of us spoke, but I knew we were thinking the same thing. What if she refused to see us? What if she rejected us the moment we showed our faces?

My wolf was a storm inside me—clawing, growling, desperate to be near her. But the closer we got, the more another emotion started to burn through me.

Anger.

I didn’t want to feel it, but I did.

She left. I wasn’t the one who betrayed her. I had loved her—completely. Yet she still walked away. And deep down, I understood why. Even if she had chosen one of us, it would’ve broken her to stay and watch the other find someone else.

But Logan hadn’t found anyone else. If she had just stayed long enough to say goodbye… she would’ve known that. She didn’t. She left, punishing me for a pain I didn’t cause. And Goddess, it hurt. Maybe I had the right to be a little angry.

“Whoa, brother.” Logan’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You need to breathe. I can feel your rage from here. If you go in there swinging with all that pent-up fury, you’ll only make this harder.”

Coming from Logan—the less rational of the two of us—it surprised me. But it worked. His words grounded me, pulling me back from the edge.

“Yeah, fine,” I muttered. He had a point, even if I wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud. “But what about the fact that she left me, too? I didn’t do a damn thing, and still, she left. Two months, Logan. Two months without her. It’s been hell. So yeah, I’m angry.”

“I get it, Liam. You have every right to be. But be honest with yourself—are you more angry or just… hurt?”

I didn’t respond, because the truth settled in my chest like a lead weight.

“And for what it’s worth,” he added, quieter this time, “it’s my fault. My mistakes caused all of this. She was just trying to cope the only way she knew how. If anyone deserves your anger, it’s me.”

It sounded more like a lecture than an apology, but even so—I appreciated it.

"There’s something I’ve been meaning to say..."

I hesitated for only a moment before the words spilled out.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like any of this was your fault. I never should have said that to you. You didn’t ask for any of this. I was shattered and I needed someone to blame. I know you were right. I promise, I’ll keep it together from now on."

The apology was long overdue, but finally saying the words out loud felt like I’d unburdened myself of at least one heavy weight. I’d known deep down that I’d overreacted—it just took me time to admit it.

True to his word, Logan brought us just outside the Midnight Moon territory in exactly two hours. Our team had been given the rendezvous point, but they hadn’t even tried to keep up with Logan’s dangerously fast driving. They were likely a solid hour behind, and Caelum had hung back to wait for them.

We wouldn’t approach the gate or attempt entry until our team arrived. We weren’t here to force our way in, but if it came to that... numbers would matter. We didn’t want a confrontation, but we’d be ready for one.

Midnight Moon was a smaller pack. Logic said they’d want to avoid provoking Blood Moon at all costs—it was a battle they couldn’t possibly win.

While we waited, Logan and I fanned out along the border, scouting for anything useful.

"Two guards at the west gate," Logan’s voice rang through the mind-link. "I’d bet they’ve got a direct line to backup. They’d be idiots not to."

I hummed in agreement, though my attention was fixed on something else. A scent.

Faint, but unmistakable.

Our mate.

Unless Lia had been wandering outside the border—a highly unlikely scenario—then the only reason her scent would be this strong out here could mean one thing.

"Logan..." I reached out to him, panic sharpening my thoughts. "I think Lia’s going into heat."

"Shit! I’m coming!"

His fear mirrored mine.

She wasn’t marked. If her heat began, any unmated male nearby would sense it—and she’d be helpless against it.

Logan sprinted to my side as I stood frozen, inhaling deep, ragged breaths laced with her intoxicating scent. That scent had always driven my wolf wild, but now... the spicy edge of her heat made it nearly unbearable. My claws were already out, slicing into my palms as I clenched my fists, struggling to hold the wolf back.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Logan growled as he arrived, his own panic bubbling over as he caught the scent himself.

Hair began to bristle along his forearms, a sign that his wolf was just beneath the surface.

I glanced at his arms. "Should I take it Fang is talking to you again?"

He grunted. "Only to demand I let him out so he can get to his mate."

He scowled. "Use your imagination for how he’s handling my refusal."

Before either of us could speak again, we both doubled over, a sharp bolt of pain tearing through us.

What the hell?

Was someone already touching her?

"We can’t wait for backup, Logan!" I snapped, fury and fear intertwining. "We have to get to her now—before it’s too late!"

He hesitated. "And if they deny us entry?"

There it was again—that calm, unnerving restraint.

"We can’t win a fight or prevent one without the strength of our warriors behind us."

I rounded on him, growling. "What the hell is wrong with you? Where’s the Alpha who wouldn’t hesitate to tear down anything or anyone in his way?"

I was unraveling, and I knew it. But the knowledge that our mate’s heat was imminent was sending my wolf into a frenzy. I couldn’t understand how Logan was managing to stay so rational. As her mates, we could sense her heat long before other wolves would. But what if others nearby were already beginning to notice?

Logan’s voice was quiet, steady. "I want nothing more than to rip apart anyone who dares touch her. But I won’t be the one to cause her pain again. I pushed her to this, remember? She feels safe here—hurting them would hurt her. I won’t do that to her. Not again."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say.

When he met our mate, I’d seen a softer side of him, but he’d still been reckless—still Logan. But now? This was someone else. Someone who had been broken and was just beginning to glue himself back together.

I had been so buried in my own grief, I hadn’t seen how much losing her had shattered him too. And now, here I was, the one ready to set the world on fire to get her back, while he—once the impulsive one—was thinking only of her.

"Damn," I muttered, a bitter laugh escaping me. "Hearing you say that actually makes me feel ashamed for how selfish I’m acting."

He placed a hand on my shoulder. "You’re the most selfless person I know, Liam. And if anyone deserves to be selfish once in a while, it’s you."

His words didn’t make me feel any better. But I knew he meant them.

I took a breath, my voice tight. "I can’t wait, Logan. I’ll try to keep it together, but I have to get to her. Maybe we can stall—keep them talking until the others arrive. Or worst-case, we call Oberon. He owes us more than just answers."

Logan closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to summon the calm that had served him so far.

Then, he nodded. "Okay. But let me do the talking."

"Sure," I smirked. "That should be entertaining."

He might be keeping it together now—for her—but I knew it wouldn’t last long if they tried to deny us access to our mate.