My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 339

Logan’s POV

Liam and Lia were still fast asleep when my eyes fluttered open, the haze of sleep slowly lifting. As consciousness returned, so did the now-familiar wave of panic—my first waking thought for the past three days. Then reality settled in, grounding me. She was real. My baby girl was right here, nestled in my arms. She’d listened to our explanation. She’d forgiven me—us—for the pain we caused, even if it hadn’t been intentional. More than that, she’d allowed us to stay by her side through her heat.

Her heat… nothing could’ve prepared me for the sheer intensity of it. In the past few months, I’d experienced moments that had shaken me to my core—moments that changed everything.

The first time I caught her scent and knew she was mine. The first time I saw her—truly saw her—and felt my soul anchor to hers. The most breathtaking, fiery, beautiful woman I had ever known, and somehow, she had been made for me. For us. It still felt unreal.

Then came the first time I tasted her skin, the first time we made love… fuck, there was no comparison. It was beyond anything I had known before. But even that paled beside the moment she truly accepted us. When she said the words aloud, claiming us as hers—it completed something inside me I hadn’t even known was missing.

I wasn’t the same man I had been before her. I didn’t want to be. That version of me? He was a stranger now. I only wanted to be what she needed—whatever that meant. I would cross oceans, move mountains, burn down the world for her. But damn, if I didn’t live for moments like the ones we’d shared these past three days. And I was already counting down to her next heat.

Liam and I had both been with our fair share of women. I had a reputation, one I’d earned. A manwhore—people had called me worse. But the moment Lia came into my life, it was as if all of that had been scrubbed clean. I remembered the past, vaguely, but not with any feeling. No names. No faces. No moments. Just shadows. It was like her scent alone had erased it all. And the truth was, nothing—no one—had ever made me feel like she did. Being with her? Pure fucking bliss.

But it hadn’t all been perfect.

We hadn’t yet addressed everything. Not the reason she ran. Not the betrayal she thought she saw. The moments between the waves of her heat had been too brief for that kind of conversation. Still, there was one question I couldn’t keep buried any longer. It had haunted me from the moment we’d stepped into her aunt’s cottage.

Lia had been desperate, burning with need when we arrived. Any delay would have hurt her, and neither of us could bear the thought. But once the fog of lust began to clear, one question remained like a thorn in my chest. And I needed the truth.

"Baby girl," I murmured, gently turning her in my arms so I could look into her eyes. "I need to ask you something… and I need you to be honest with me."

She stiffened slightly, already picking up on the tension in my voice. Liam, silent beside us, was listening closely. I knew he felt it too—that same gnawing doubt.

“I’ll always tell you the truth, Logan,” she said softly. Her eyes didn’t waver, even as she waited for me to speak.

“Alpha Faelan… were you—did you ever have a relationship with him?” The words tasted bitter. I hated even saying them.

“We wouldn’t hold it against you,” Liam added, hiding the raw edge in his voice with skill. “We know you believed we didn’t want you. We just need to know if there’s still a part of you that… cares for him. That wants him.”

The flicker of guilt that crossed her face nearly shattered me. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to remain calm. If I reacted, I’d lose her trust. And I needed the truth more than I needed to shield my pride.

“We’re just friends,” she finally said, shaking her head. “At least… I thought we were. He’s been kind, nothing more. I feel awful for hurting him, but I don’t think I ever gave him any reason to think it was more. I thought him holding my hand was just support, not… that.”

Relief coursed through me at her words, even as the guilt on her face made sense now. But Liam pressed on, unable to let go of the doubt.

“Are you sure he didn’t… touch you? Maybe kiss you? Earlier today?” His voice was even, but I could feel the restraint in him—barely holding Ghost at bay.

“You—you felt that?” Her voice cracked, horrified. She looked stricken, and I knew I should have reached for her, should have comforted her, but…

My wolf was howling, snarling at the image of another man’s hands—his mouth—on our mate.

“Fuck!” I exploded, tearing out of the bed and slamming my fist into the wall. I barely felt the sting as blood trickled from my knuckles. All I wanted was for that wall to be Faelan’s face.

“I’m going to kill him,” Liam hissed beside me. “Midnight Moon is going to need a new fucking Alpha.”

“No!” Lia cried, her voice sharp with panic. Her eyes were wide, terrified—and it made my stomach turn.

No?

“Did you lie to us, doll?” I growled, voice low and venomous. “Are you protecting your lover?”

Her face drained of color, but then her expression hardened. Her chin lifted.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said quickly. “I don’t want you to hurt Faelan because it wasn’t him who kissed me.”

Silence fell.

“Then who the fuck did?” Liam’s voice was ragged, Ghost barely contained.

“Alpha Blackwell.” The name was a dagger. Both our wolves erupted in rage, their fury reverberating through the walls like a tremor.

Alpha Blackwell?

Why the hell was he anywhere near Midnight Moon—let alone kissing our mate? Had she let him? Had she forgiven him?

I didn’t care how irrational the thought was—my wolf was no longer thinking in logic. He clawed at me from the inside, trying to force the shift, trying to take control as I stalked toward her.

Then our eyes locked—and for a single, shattering moment—I saw it.

Fear.

Real, trembling fear.

It broke something in me. Snapped the bond between fury and control. I surged forward and swept her into my arms, pulling her tightly against my chest.

“No, baby girl, no… it’s okay. I would never hurt you,” I whispered, rocking her gently. “You have nothing to fear from me. I swear it.”

Liam came up behind her, wrapping her in his arms too, his voice a soft echo of mine.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she choked out. “I’m scared of him.”

I stilled.

The thoughts that followed were terrifying, dark, but I knew—we would have felt it if he’d done anything more than kiss her. Still… what had he said? What had he done to make her fear him this way?

“Tell us what happened, angel,” Liam said gently.

And that was all it took.

The dam broke. She told us everything, and we listened—silently, patiently. We let her speak because that’s what she needed. Not our fury. Not vengeance. Not yet.

She needed to feel safe.

And we would die before letting anyone take that from her again.

Later, I’d think back on it all—the guilt, the rage, the relief. Relief so deep it made my chest ache. She didn’t want them. Not like we feared. She was ours. And the peace that brought me was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Lying there with her curled against me, I could only marvel at the miracle of her.

She was everything.

And she was mine—ours.

From her beautiful face and those hypnotic blue eyes, to her perfect, sinfully tempting curves that fit against us like they were made to, she was perfection. A sensual mix of sweet innocence and bold desire. The way she gave herself to us so completely, trusting us with her pleasure, her pain, her everything—it wrecked me in the best way.

She was our heaven. And we would spend the rest of our lives proving she was safe in our arms.