My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 345

Dahlia’s POV

As expected, there was no need to knock when we arrived at the Elder Council’s quaint little cottage. Elder Keziah stood on the front porch, hands folded neatly in front of her, looking as though she’d been patiently awaiting our arrival for quite some time.

"Ah, finally!" she greeted with a knowing smile as we approached. "I understand Alphas tend to be easily distracted by their Lunas, but the three of you have taken that tendency to a whole new level." The guys only chuckled at her playful jab, shaking their heads, but I could feel my ears burn with embarrassment.

"Since you anticipated this visit, I assume you also know why we're here," Liam said in his usual businesslike tone.

"Of course I do," Keziah replied, her smile not wavering. "And believe me, I'm just as eager as you to identify the threat. But that doesn’t mean we skip over basic manners." She cast him a brief scolding look before turning her gaze to me. “First, I’d like to know how your father and his new mate are doing, dear Luna.”

Simultaneous gasps sounded from either side of me. My mates were clearly caught off guard by the news, and I mentally winced. With everything that had happened lately, I hadn’t exactly had the time—or the emotional energy—to fill them in on all the developments that took place while we were apart. I could sense their irritation, subtle but unmistakable, at learning something so significant from someone other than me. Well, they’d have to deal with it. Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure how I felt about it myself.

“Um, they’re... doing well, I think,” I answered hesitantly, hoping the conversation would move along.

Keziah gave me a look that said she understood more than she let on. “Yes, well, your uncertainty is understandable, especially considering the identity of his second-chance mate. But trust me, she’s exactly what he needs.” Her words, delivered in that enigmatic tone of hers, hung in the air as she turned on her heel and headed inside, expecting us to follow.

We did, trailing behind her down the familiar hall and filing into her office. Liam immediately settled into the two-seater sofa, pulling me onto his lap without hesitation. Logan sat beside us, close enough that our bodies brushed. My mates each took one of my hands, grounding me, silently offering their strength as I prepared to recount the horrors that had haunted my sleep.

“Have you seen what she’s seen, or do you need the details?” Logan asked, cutting straight to the point.

“I’m aware your mate has begun receiving visions—nightmares, really—foreshadowing what’s likely the reason a Celtic Wolf was summoned after so many centuries,” Keziah answered. “I cannot see them as she does, but the very nature of them tells me they’re not simply disturbing—they’re meant to be gruesome. If they weren’t, the Moon Goddess would not have sent one of her rarest wolves to face what’s coming.”

Her eyes met mine, full of quiet sympathy. “I’m so sorry for the suffering you’re enduring, sweet girl. I only hope we can uncover something today that will bring some clarity, if not comfort.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. “I appreciate the sentiment, truly. But unless you know how to make the horror movie in my head stop playing every night, I doubt I’ll be feeling any peace soon.”

The twins each gave my hands a reassuring squeeze and leaned closer in silent support. Keziah offered a soft, indulgent smile—the kind a mother might give her overly dramatic pup.

“Why don’t you start by describing the creature from your dreams? Every detail matters, no matter how small. With your permission, I’ll sketch what you describe, and you can guide me in refining it.”

We all nodded in agreement, and I began recounting every twisted, terrifying detail. Her hand moved deftly across the sketchpad, attempting to give form to the monster that haunted my nights.

“Oh—and it had pointy ears,” I added as a new memory surfaced. That feature had only recently stood out to me, but it felt important.

I gave her everything—the shape of the creature, its unnatural features, and even the deep, captivating baritone of its voice, though I knew it was beyond the reach of pencil and paper. Still, maybe it would help identify him. Her hand flew across the page, drawing furiously as though compelled by something beyond instinct.

At last, she turned the pad toward me. “Take a good look. Is there anything missing? Anything that feels off?”

My mates leaned in behind me as I studied the sketch closely. Their confusion filtered through the bond, mirroring my own. They were just as clueless as I was. Keziah, for her part, hadn’t seemed to really inspect the drawing yet—she was still withholding judgment, waiting to ensure the image was as complete as it could be.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice unsteady, as if naming it aloud would summon the beast itself. “That’s what I see. The only thing missing is the way its skin gleams—like a pearl—when the light hits it.”

She gave a solemn nod and turned the sketch back toward herself, her gaze drifting slowly over the drawing as if absorbing every line. The room held its breath.

I was watching her closely—so closely that I caught the flicker in her eyes when something shifted. The light in them dimmed for just a second before it returned, but it was enough. Enough to confirm what I already feared deep down.

Whatever was coming for us... we weren’t ready.

“What is it?” I pressed, desperate for a name. “Tell me. What could possibly do this?”

Keziah’s face betrayed nothing now. She held herself with calm certainty.

“Dark Fae,” she answered, her tone flat and final.

I stared at her, then turned to look at my mates. The blank expressions they wore reflected my own bewilderment. None of us recognized the name. If the moment hadn’t been so charged with dread, it might have been funny—three powerful wolves, completely at a loss.

But there was no humor in the silence that followed. Only growing tension.

Logan’s energy beside me was beginning to spike with frustration. I could feel his agitation bleeding into the air around him. Liam, by contrast, had gone utterly still—calculating, absorbing, preparing to weigh every possible angle. That was always his way. Logan, on the other hand, wanted a target. Now.

And both, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, would gladly lay down their lives to protect me.

But what if that still wasn’t enough?

My hand drifted over his thigh in slow, soothing strokes, hoping to temper the storm I could feel brewing inside him. Elder Keziah had only graced my life a handful of times, but I'd learned enough to know she was not one to speak without first dissecting every angle with piercing precision.

“I don’t understand how this could be possible,” she murmured, mostly to herself. Her gaze lifted, finally meeting ours. “They were thought to be extinct—wiped out by the Light Fae themselves. No sightings, no whispers, not for centuries. But if what you’ve seen is real—and I believe we have no choice but to trust that it is—then one Celtic Wolf won’t be enough.”

Liam’s voice was calm, but the weight behind it made it cut through the air. “What makes them such a formidable threat? What power do they hold that renders us so helpless?”

“They possess what she possesses,” Keziah said solemnly, nodding toward me. “Light Fae are limited, wielding only a single element. The Dark Fae, however… they command them all, just as your mate does. If there’s only one, we might stand a chance. But we have to prepare for the likelihood that there are more.”

Logan’s voice snapped through the tension, rough with disbelief. “So what, you’re saying this is hopeless?”

I pressed my palm firmly into his thigh, trying to anchor him. This wasn’t her fault. Keziah’s reply was swift and sharp.

“No, Alpha,” she retorted, emphasizing his title with clear intent, reminding him who he was. “I refuse to believe Selene would grant us her greatest warrior only to watch her fall without resistance. These visions—terrifying though they are—are a gift.”

She turned toward me, eyes unwavering, willing me to believe her truth.

Liam’s voice carried a quiet fury. “How can you call what’s happening to her a gift? She watches her loved ones slaughtered in her dreams every night.”

Keziah didn’t flinch. “I don’t deny the cruelty of it. But I do know a few things about the creatures behind it. Time does not move the same for the Dark Fae. If only one of them has entered her dreams, then it is likely we still have time—perhaps a year, maybe more—before they’re ready to strike. If their preparations were further along, she’d be seeing more of them, and the destruction would be far more widespread. Mark my words, they’re not just coming for her. They won’t stop until they’ve carved a path of ruin across this world and claimed it as their own.”

Her words wrapped around us like a storm cloud, thick and suffocating. A part of me wanted to be relieved—thinking we had time, more than the days or weeks I feared. But all I could feel was a hollow, echoing numbness. Even knowing I wasn’t expected to fight them alone, I couldn’t shake the sense that Selene had entrusted me with a purpose I didn’t yet understand how to fulfill.

“What do I do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, grasping for direction in the darkness.

“You live,” she answered immediately, without hesitation. “The Goddess gave you these visions now because she intended for you to be prepared. We’ll use this time to our advantage. But you mustn’t stop living. Have your mating ceremony. Love your mates. Lead this pack. Train harder than you ever have. When the time comes, we’ll need allies—wolves, witches, Fae. My fellow elders and I will see to that.”

Logan looked skeptical. “And you’re sure we have that time?”

“That is the one thing I am certain of, Alpha,” she said, this time addressing him with calm respect. He gave a brief nod, still frowning, lost in thought.

Liam spoke next. “What should we tell the pack?”

“Nothing—at least, not yet,” Keziah interjected quickly. “They will need to know of the Luna’s unique gifts soon enough. Her strength will be impossible to hide for long. But speak nothing of the looming threat. There’s no sense in inciting fear before it's necessary. I’d caution you against telling our allied packs as well. Something tells me we don’t yet know who among them can be trusted. Fear has a way of unraveling loyalty in ways that politics never could.”

Liam looked stricken, as if it had never occurred to him that anyone who’d pledged loyalty to Blood Moon might turn their back when it mattered most. But that was Liam—loyal to his core. The idea of betrayal was foreign to him because he himself would never commit it.

We lingered in the cottage a while longer, hashing out stray details until it was time to part ways. Keziah left to rally the council and begin outreach to other species—witches, Light Fae, and any who might listen. At best, she hoped to secure early alliances. At the very least, we’d gather knowledge of our enemy.

As for us, we had our own preparations to make.

We agreed to summon my father and my aunt. I needed Sorcha—her wolf—close, both for emotional grounding and because she’d been training me. But our place was here now, with our pack.

It took some persuading, but Keziah eventually made me see reason. Holding the mating ceremony wasn’t selfish—it was strategic. The pack needed a clear structure, leadership they could rally behind when the inevitable storm hit. A Luna they could trust.

My mates were more than ready. They assured me we could pull it together by the weekend. Apparently, when I left, no one had dismantled our original plans. Their mother had refused to believe I was gone for good, and the twins had clung to that same hope. So all we needed now was fresh flowers, food arrangements, and to notify the nearby packs. Honestly, it sounded like chaos—but I knew Lilith would handle it.

She always did.