My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 336

Dahlia's POV

For a fleeting second, I let myself savor the stunned expressions on my mates’ faces as the ground cracked and tossed them against the trees like rag dolls. Roots surged from the earth and coiled around their limbs, binding them in place once again. This time, I added something I had deliberately withheld before.

“You will not shift,” I ordered, my voice hard and resolute.

The way they responded to my command still amazed me. I remembered the conversation I’d had with my aunt not long ago—her explanation still echoed in my thoughts. I had recounted the brief sparring match where Liam, forced to the ground by my words, had been powerless to resist.

“No one can command an Alpha,” I had said to her, baffled. “Not even another Alpha. So why me?”

She had paused, as if unsure, and I expected her to say nothing more. But then she added quietly, “I can’t say with certainty, but I can tell you what I believe. As a Celtic Wolf, you were gifted two mates to protect you. They’re hardwired to place themselves between you and any threat. But sometimes, a powerful wolf has to take risks for the greater good—and to do that, you’d need a way to override overprotective instincts.”

Her theory made sense. Still, I knew that my gift wasn’t meant to be used in this way. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.

They were both pleading now, offering weak apologies and desperate excuses, but none of it mattered. There was nothing they could say to undo the damage, and we all knew it. Rejection was coming, and I wanted to rip the Band-Aid off while my fury still burned hot enough to numb the pain.

Every word I spoke dripped with anger and betrayal. I didn’t hate them—not truly—but I wanted them to feel even a sliver of the devastation they’d inflicted on me. And I knew they could feel it through the bond. It would be suffocating.

“I can’t live without you, baby girl!” Logan sobbed, his tears flowing like a broken dam.

He was putting on a convincing show. Almost good enough to believe.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” I replied coldly. “I’m sure Rowena would be happy to help.”

I began the rejection ritual, but before I could finish, Blue stirred and growled, her protest rumbling through our shared mind. Even now, after all they had done, she still yearned for them. I clenched my jaw. I had to be strong—for both of us.

“Dahlia!”

My father’s voice boomed across the gathering, halting me mid-sentence. I glanced toward him but refused to be swayed. I turned back to the traitors in front of me, determined to finish it.

Then Sorcha appeared—my aunt’s wolf form padded over and settled before me. Her gaze locked onto mine with intensity, demanding my full attention.

Her voice echoed in my head. “Use your mate command, sweetheart.”

What? I blinked in confusion. Command them to what end? I didn’t understand.

She let out an exasperated huff in my mind, clearly irritated with my slowness.

“Do you trust your father?” she asked carefully, like she was guiding a child.

“Of course! Completely!” I shot back, slightly offended.

“Then trust that when he tells you your mates have searched for you relentlessly these past two months, he’s telling the truth. He believes they’re shattered by your absence.”

“Yes, but—” I began, only for her to cut me off.

“I’m not done,” she snapped.

“Consider everything, Dahlia. They told your father a different version of events. He believes them. He wouldn’t lie to you about their efforts—what he’s seen are the actions of two wolves deeply in love, desperate to bring you back. And now they’re here, ready to fight for you.”

When Faelan tried to interrupt, Sorcha growled at him, then continued without missing a beat.

“So tell me—don’t you think it’s worth hearing them out? Are you really willing to throw away two mates the Moon Goddess handpicked for you without learning the truth? Do you honestly think Her Celtic Wolf would be fated to unworthy mates?”

Her words hit hard. I sucked in a breath, her question slicing through the doubts I hadn’t even voiced. I had always believed I wasn’t meant to be loved. Seeing Logan with Rowena had only confirmed it. I’d wanted to believe in the bond, believed in them. And the sex—it had been intoxicating, addictive. It had all felt so heartbreakingly real.

But it hadn’t been. I was just a challenge to them—something to conquer. Just like Finnian, they wanted me only once I was out of reach.

“No,” I said bitterly. “Their story is just a lie they concocted to protect their reputation. It’s shameful for an Alpha to be abandoned by his Luna.”

“Fine,” Sorcha countered. “Then make them prove it. Use your command. Force the truth out of them. If they’re lying, you’ll know, and you can reject them with a clear conscience. Blue will finally support you—and you’ll need her strength to survive a rejection.”

“But how? They’ll just repeat the same story,” I said helplessly.

“Then command them not to lie,” she said simply. “You’ve already proven they can’t resist you. Use that power.”

I faltered. Could I really do that? Could I command them to speak only the truth?

Blue leapt in my mind, convinced. She trusted them. I didn’t.

What if they were lying? What if Logan admitted everything? That he’d been unfaithful, found me lacking? It would destroy me.

But what if they weren’t lying? What if this pain had all been for nothing?

Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner? Why hadn’t Sorcha?

As if sensing my thoughts, she answered gently, “It didn’t occur to me until now. When I saw you command them not to shift, it clicked. I came as fast as I could.”

I nodded faintly, lost in the realization that I’d wasted two months running, grieving, drowning in heartbreak—when I could’ve simply asked.

Whether it would’ve ended in healing or heartbreak, at least we could’ve started to move on. That time was gone now, and I was to blame.

Then pain erupted through my chest, scorching and relentless, and I collapsed. Growls erupted around me, my mates’ warning snarls louder than the rest.

When I stood, trembling, Sorcha’s eyes met mine again.

“Decide quickly, Dahlia. You’re going into heat. There’s not much time left.”

Heat? Goddess, how had I missed it?

I gave a small nod, clarity settling over me. I turned to Faelan. “Please send the crowd away. I need privacy for what comes next.”

“Of course,” he said, and the curious pack members dispersed at his command. Only my father, Sorcha, Faelan, and his warriors remained. I was grateful for their presence.

I steadied my breathing, eyes locked on my mates as I summoned the courage to act. But Sorcha spoke one final time in my mind.

“A warning. If you use your command this way, they’ll gain the same right. You’ll never be able to lie to them again. Blue won’t allow it. They are your equals, Dahlia. Mates don’t lie.”

I hesitated but only briefly. If we did survive this, honesty would be essential anyway.

Their eyes—Logan’s stormy and desperate, Liam’s oceanic and earnest—held me captive. I stared, memorizing them just in case this was the last time.

Then I released the roots. They dropped to the earth with a heavy thud, heads snapping toward me, uncertain.

They rose in perfect sync, like two halves of the same soul. I watched warily until they stopped a few feet away.

“Tell me everything,” I said, voice even, “and don’t even think about lying to me.”

A shiver passed through them both. Their heads lowered in submission, acknowledging the command.

Their next words would determine everything.

“Oh, thank the Goddess,” Liam whispered.

“Thank fuck,” Logan added, ever the colorful one.

For a moment, something warm flickered inside me. Their reactions, different yet familiar, reminded me just how deeply I loved them—each in his own way. I pushed the thought aside.

Feelings were dangerous.

And this time, I needed the truth.