My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 335

Logan’s POV

My mind scrambled to make sense of everything that had just unfolded.

This morning, I’d been full of hope—naively so, perhaps—believing that I’d finally get to see my baby girl, to explain everything, to tell her the truth. I had prepared myself for the possibility that she still wouldn’t want me. Even though I hadn’t done what she believed, the truth remained that if I’d never gotten involved with Rowena, we wouldn’t be standing on opposite sides now.

But never in a thousand lifetimes did I expect her to pin me to a goddamn tree.

“Liam, are you alright?” I asked my twin through our mind-link. Shifting was impossible for me at the moment, but at least we could still speak this way.

“I’m trapped by a tree. I can’t shift. Ghost is in a blind rage. And I’m pretty sure our mate was about to reject us until her father showed up. So yeah, you do the math,” he growled, frustration lacing every word. “But I’m not physically injured, if that’s what you’re asking. You?”

“Same,” I grunted, my body heavy with helplessness.

“Logan, we need to figure out how to fight her command!” Liam’s tone sharpened, intense and urgent.

“Oh, well, by all means—please share any brilliant ideas you’ve got.” I shot back with dry sarcasm.

“I don’t mean right this second—though that’d be nice.” His tone stayed sharp. “But think about it. For the Moon Goddess to grant one wolf this much power, something is coming. Something big. And when it arrives, we both know it’ll come down to a fight. One we cannot be benched from!”

He was right. Damn it, he was right. Despite the dire situation we were in, I couldn’t help but admire her—our mate—and the sheer magnitude of her strength. The control, the command she wielded… it was awe-inspiring. Even now, while her power was aimed squarely at Liam and me, my heart swelled with pride at the force she had become.

Still, it didn’t take a prophet to realize her gifts were destined for more than this. For something darker. More dangerous.

I shoved that thought aside and refocused on the mess we were in. As shattered as I felt over her reaction to us, I couldn't ignore how bizarre things had become ever since we arrived. It felt like we were the spectacle of a surreal circus—every pair of eyes locked onto us as though we were the main event.

But even stranger was the silent exchange between Lia and the small red wolf that had arrived alongside Oberon. The way she was staring at it—focused, intense—it almost looked like they were communicating. That shouldn’t have been possible. Then again, nothing about this day had followed the rules.

If they were communicating, I could only pray that the wolf was speaking in our defense.

Tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating. The whole clearing had gone silent, the weight of that wordless exchange bearing down on us all. Everyone knew, somehow, that whatever was being said—or felt—between Lia and the red wolf would decide our fate.

And me? I was still strung up like some pitiful marionette, held fast by twisted tree limbs and powerless to move.

I hated looking weak. Hated it. But right now, I couldn’t stop the burn in my eyes. Couldn’t stop the tears.

She was my life. The very soul inside my chest. And now she hated me. Her words had been venomous—dripping with betrayal and disgust. She truly believed I’d cheated on her, that I’d toyed with her heart like it meant nothing.

Whatever hope I’d clung to—hope that she might listen, might forgive—was slipping through my fingers. I could feel her rage through the bond, tangled with Liam’s sorrow. It was overwhelming, smothering. The pain in my chest grew unbearable as the tears finally spilled, each drop a testament to the hopelessness setting in.

Then Alpha Faelan had to speak—and my despair ignited into something far darker.

“Kitten, let’s—” the bastard murmured as he slid his arms around Lia’s waist, trying to pull her away like she was his.

“Grrrr!” The auburn wolf growled at him, prompting the jackass to back off with his hands raised.

I was going to kill him. Rip him to pieces.

How dare he touch her—my mate.

And if he ever called her that stupid nickname again, I swore I’d rip his tongue out with my bare hands. The moment I figured out how to break free of these cursed vines, he was dead. Plain and simple.

The red wolf resumed her gaze at Lia, and I found myself drowning in a flood of thoughts and questions that refused to relent. I knew Lia had loved us before Rowena’s deception destroyed everything. Two months wasn’t long enough to move on from that kind of love… right?

But what if she had?

My wolf whimpered inside me as I tormented myself further. I reached out to Liam again, desperate for him to pull me back from the edge.

“Do you think Lia and the Alpha are actually together? Has she really moved on? Is that why he felt bold enough to touch her like that? Does he call her that stupid nickname all the time? And that pain we felt earlier—was that because he kissed her?”

I spilled my thoughts into the link, one after another, too fast to stop.

“I don’t want to believe any of that,” Liam replied, his voice thick with the same grief weighing on me. “But we both felt someone touch her. And based on how she was holding his hand… yeah, a kiss isn’t out of the question.”

The image of Faelan’s lips on hers made me physically sick. Fang’s snarls echoed through my mind, his fury as raw as mine. He thrashed inside me, desperate to break the command Lia had forced on him. He wanted Faelan’s blood. Wanted to shred everything between him and the one he claimed as ours.

But we were bound. We couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight.

All we had left was this gnawing despair.

My heart felt like it was being clawed out of my chest at the thought that she might want someone else. I knew she hadn’t been with him—not intimately. From what Liam told me, the searing pain he'd felt just from Rowena touching me would’ve been unbearable if it had gone further.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want him. Maybe she was just waiting for the right moment to reject us. Maybe that red wolf was just buying us a few fleeting moments before everything truly came crashing down.

Fuck.