My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 337

Dahlia’s POV

I stood with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, a protective barrier against the turmoil churning within, while Logan recounted everything he remembered from that night. My chest vibrated with a low, furious growl as he described how Rowena had masked her scent, crept into his room uninvited, and injected him with a needle—drugging him before he even had the chance to react.

“When I woke up and Liam told me what happened—what you thought happened—I swear, Dahlia, I would rather die than ever hurt you like that! Please… believe me, baby girl.” His voice broke, his words thick with emotion as he struggled to hold back his tears.

My own tears betrayed me, sliding freely down my cheeks. I saw it in his eyes—the agony, the devastation. The mere thought that he’d inflicted such deep pain on me was tearing him apart. And I understood. Because the pain he had endured for the last two months was now shredding me from the inside out.

A storm of thoughts clashed violently in my mind. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile rising in my throat, but the nausea was overwhelming. My stomach twisted in guilt at the realization of what I had done to them—what I had put them through. I had abandoned them. Condemned them for something they never did. And when they’d tried to reach me, tried to show me the truth, I turned a blind eye. I shut them out.

Could they ever forgive me for that?

Had I shattered the bond we had worked so hard to build? The hurt and anger I had clung to for two long months now seemed like nothing compared to the revulsion I felt toward Rowena—and the shame I felt toward myself. I had handed her exactly what she wanted. I’d done the damage for her.

My chest convulsed as sobs ripped through me, the weight of guilt, remorse, and fear crashing down like a tidal wave.

I had been so quick to assume the worst. So quick to run. But it wasn’t them who had done something cruel. It was me. I had been the one who didn’t trust. The one who didn’t stay to hear them out.

And Liam… sweet, loyal Liam. He had been completely innocent.

“I… I’m so—” The words caught in my throat, strangled by the sobs I hadn’t even realized had overtaken me. I was shaking, lost in the depths of my emotions, when Faelan stepped forward and pulled me into his embrace. He cupped the back of my head with his large hand, pressing me gently against his chest.

“I’m so sorry you have to hear this ridiculous story and be dragged through their lies, Kitten,” he murmured, voice laced with protectiveness. “Let me take you home. There’s no reason to keep hurting yourself by listening to any more of this.”

But he didn’t know. He hadn’t heard my conversation with my aunt’s wolf. He didn’t understand that I had the ability to compel the truth from my mates. He misread my silence as surrender.

I felt the growls vibrating through the chests of my mates before I even looked. They were seconds away from tearing Faelan apart, their fury rising at seeing another man holding me. I had to stop this—before it spiraled out of control. Faelan had been good to me. He had been a friend when I was at my lowest. He didn’t deserve to be hurt for trying to protect me.

I pulled away from his chest, just as my father stepped between the twins and Faelan, extending both arms to hold them back.

“Faelan, you don’t understand,” I said urgently, my voice trembling. “They’re not lying to me. They can’t lie to me.”

“You can’t be serious!” he shot back, his grip tightening instinctively. The twins snarled louder. “This is just the mate bond pulling you in again. Don’t let them fool you, Lia. Don’t let them break you a second time.”

“Faelan, let go! You’re hurting me!” I hissed, trying to yank my arm free. At once, he released me, remorse flashing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just—I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt again. Don’t be naive, Lia. Don’t fall for their bullshit story. Please… stay here, with me. I would never do what they did. I’d protect you. Always.”

“She doesn’t belong to you, and she never will,” Liam growled, voice trembling with fury. “So back the fuck off.”

Logan stood beside him, tense and silent, his eyes blazing, every muscle in his body coiled with restraint.

“It’s not bullshit!” I cried out, stepping between them all. “When I told them not to lie to me, it wasn’t a request. It was a command. It’s one of my abilities—I can compel my mates. I’ve done it to Liam before. He couldn’t resist. I even used it today when I told them not to shift. I don’t know why I never thought of it earlier… I guess I was just too blinded by everything. But my aunt reminded me.”

Faelan looked stunned. His expression collapsed, eyes flicking over to my aunt’s auburn wolf, still seated and silent. His betrayal was palpable.

“Please, Lia,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I love you. My wolf loves you. We could give you peace. We’d never let anything happen to you.”

The words cut deep.

I had never realized he felt that way. Over the weeks, our friendship had become something precious—but I had been too broken to see what it might have meant to him. Maybe I just didn’t want to see it.

“MINE!” the twins roared in unison, and four strong arms swept me off my feet, pulling me safely into their embrace.

“I’m sorry, Faelan,” I said softly, my gaze pleading for understanding. “It was never my intention to lead you on. But I can’t be yours.”

I turned in their arms, cupping each of their cheeks in my palms, grounding myself in them—my mates.

“I’m theirs,” I said, my voice clear and sure. “I’ve always been theirs.”

The look they gave me melted my heart—pure love, joy, and unfiltered relief shining through their eyes. But I knew there was more they needed to say. And I nodded, giving them the silent permission to speak.

“I never should’ve left you in that hallway,” Liam said, pale and visibly shaken. “If I had stayed—if I’d been with you—you wouldn’t have walked away before we figured out the truth.”

My jaw clenched at the memory. At the thought of Rowena seeing Logan like that—unconscious, exposed. It made my blood boil.

There had been others before me. I knew that. But since the moment the mate bond connected us, he had belonged to me. And now, knowing that still held true, brought a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in months.

"MINE!"

I snarled possessively, tightening my hold on him. He responded in kind, pulling me flush against his chest. I could feel the frantic rhythm of both their hearts thundering in sync with mine.

"Yes, yours," he whispered with reverence. "Only yours."

"I'm sorry! I’m so, so sorry!" The words finally tore free from my throat, raw and trembling.

"Hey, hey, shh," Logan soothed, placing a tender kiss atop my head as his fingers gently combed through my hair. "You don’t have anything to be sorry for."

Liam’s grip around me tightened further, silent, though I felt the subtle tension ripple through him at Logan’s words. Guilt clung to me like a second skin. Despite their comfort, I couldn't silence the echo of my own shame, the overwhelming realization of my mistakes. The urge to speak—no, confess—surged within me, desperate and frantic.

"I—Aaagh!" My words cut off abruptly as a sudden wave of scorching heat and sharp, tingling pain radiated between my thighs, making my knees buckle. My body betrayed me, need crashing over me like a tidal wave.

The primal, insatiable desire to press myself against them overwhelmed every logical thought. Liam’s nose twitched, inhaling deeply. Logan let out a low growl.

In a blur, Liam had me in his arms while Logan stood defensively in front, his stance radiating lethal protectiveness as guttural growls rose from the unmated warriors surrounding us.

"We'll deal with everything else later, Angel," Liam murmured into my ear, his tone soft and calming—then steel. His gaze fixed on Faelan.

"Where can we take her? Somewhere safe."

"I would never let anything happen to her!" Faelan’s voice rang out, strained with emotion. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his labored breathing. He tried to continue, but my father’s voice cut in.

"Calliope’s cottage. Follow me!"

Their footsteps followed his lead, but I barely registered them. The roaring need within me consumed every thought, every sensation. I couldn’t open my eyes. I was too preoccupied fighting the unbearable, humiliating urge to reach between my legs and soothe the ache tearing through me.

A helpless moan escaped me.

"Just a little longer, baby girl," Logan whispered in my ear, his voice full of promise. "We’ll take care of you soon."

They carried me up the stairs, the door creaked open, and we were inside—but they still didn’t put me down. Not that I was complaining. I needed to be near them, needed their touch like I needed air. But it wasn’t enough.

Pain shot through me again, sharper this time. My skin burned like fire danced across it, and the air grew thick—stifling, steamy, impossible to breathe properly.

"Calliope and I will gather some things and return to Crystal Moon," my father said stiffly. "Can you keep your hands off my daughter long enough for us to exit the house?"

His voice made my face burn with embarrassment.

"Then hurry the hell up," Liam ground out, clearly struggling to restrain himself. Without waiting another second, he turned and carried me straight into my room, Logan close behind.

One moment, I was floating in the dreamlike warmth of their arms—something I’d longed for every night over the past two agonizing months—and the next, I landed unceremoniously on the mattress. The absence of Liam’s body made me gasp, like something vital had been torn away. I blinked up, confused—until I saw both of them staring at the bed, their expressions comically dismayed.

Only... they weren’t looking at me.

"How the hell are the three of us supposed to fit on that?" Liam grumbled, glaring at the small, full-sized bed like it had personally offended him.

Logan, already shirtless with his pants halfway down, huffed in amusement. A giggle slipped past my lips at the sheer absurdity of it—and the look of carnal frustration on his face.

He growled softly, voice low and dangerous.

"You know what that laugh does to me, baby girl." His silver eyes gleamed with desire, and then he turned to his brother. "We’ll make it work."

Liam gave a sharp nod. Without hesitation, they both stripped down to tight black boxers, every inch of their sculpted forms stealing my breath away. My body was already aching, burning, but the sight of them—muscles tense, desire unmistakable, their lengths straining beneath the fabric—sent a fresh wave of wet heat flooding through me.

I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t bear it. With a whimper, I slid the hem of my sundress up my thighs and reached between my legs, desperate for friction.

Logan swatted my hand away with a growl.

"Hands off, little mate," he warned. "You don’t touch what’s ours unless we say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," I breathed. The heat inside me was unbearable. I would’ve agreed to anything just to feel them on me.

They climbed into bed, one on each side, pressing their heated bodies to mine. Logan lifted my leg to drape over his hip, anchoring my core to his hard length. I cried out at the contact, tingles rippling through me like lightning. He gripped my hips, holding me still, denying me the friction I craved.

Our foreheads touched, eyes locked. His gaze poured over me with intensity—adoration, lust, reverence. He looked at me like I was sacred... and sinful. My pulse raced. My breath hitched. I stared back, waiting for him to choose which side of that worship he’d indulge first.

Then Liam’s voice slid into my ear, rough and low.

"We’re going to have you on every surface in this little house before your heat ends. You’ll come for every night you left us alone. And when we’re done..." His lips grazed the shell of my ear, his voice edged in hunger and possession.

"...you’ll never even think about leaving us again."

A shiver wracked my body. I couldn’t tell if it was fear, anticipation, or a potent combination of both.

But I had a feeling I was about to find out.