All Chapters of My Twin Alpha Stepbrother Mates: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

As Sasha burst into laughter, her voice carried a playful, almost teasing tone. "Hahahaha! You know, in the world of the royal Lycans, Michael's age still classifies him as a young man. You’re hardly getting a bad deal here. Besides, as a prince, his lifespan will exceed that of an ordinary Lycan. He’s far from old.”Sasha’s laughter softened as her thoughts seemed to drift. She carefully chose her next words. “Our current Lycan king has ruled for two centuries and is over five hundred years old. He’s still brimming with energy, so much so that two years ago, he almost had another son. Michael's future is bright and full of vitality.” She winked at me, her expression hinting at more than just longevity.A wave of unease washed over me as I whispered, "I think I'll die before him."Sasha’s tone became slightly more serious. "If you and Michael are true mates and mark each other, then no.""Why not?" I questioned, curiosity piqued.Sasha hesitated for a moment before replying, “That’s s

After a while, our laughter died down, and we found ourselves sprawled across Kate's bed, the air between us heavy with unspoken thoughts. Kate blinked at me, her gaze softer now, as if she was seeing something in me that I couldn't quite grasp. I was still catching my breath when she said, "You know, Cecily, you look different."I turned to her, surprise evident on my face. "Different? How so? I haven't changed at all.""It's your aura," Kate mused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she examined me more closely. "You were always beautiful, but now… there's something almost regal about you. It’s like you’re starting to resemble the royal Lycans."Her words took me aback. I hadn't expected such a comment from her, and I certainly hadn't noticed any change in myself. "Maybe it's just Michael's aura rubbing off on me. Being around the royal Lycans, it's easy to absorb some of their presence. Maybe that’s what you’re sensing."Kate shook her head thoughtfully. "They are who they are, but you

From a distance, I could see my parents waiting for me at the door. It was funny—I never realized I had such good eyesight, but I was thrilled to see them. Yesterday, all I wanted was to run into their arms and find comfort, but Michael didn’t give me that chance. He whisked me away before I could even say a word to them.I picked up my pace, practically running toward them. My mother’s eyes lit up with joy when she saw me.After a quick change back into my human form, I slipped on some clothes and joined them in the kitchen. My mom had already set the table with pancakes, maple syrup, and sliced ham. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, wrapping me in a warm, comforting blanket. I couldn’t help but hug them both tightly.“Cecily, my sweet girl, your father and I were so worried about you,” my mom said, hugging me back, and my dad joined in too, creating a cozy family huddle.When we finally broke apart, my mom guided me to the table and handed me a plate of pancakes. I

I made a little noise, and when I glanced up, I caught my parents giving me that look—the kind that says, "Seriously? Right now?" Being respectful and serious around the royal Lycans was kind of a big deal for most werewolves. And Michael wasn’t just any Lycan; he was a prince. So, what I just did probably looked a bit rude.With a deep sigh, I settled back down in my seat and looked away, doing my best to ignore Michael's possessive hand on my shoulder. He was still smirking like he found this whole thing entertaining, which only made me more uncomfortable.Michael’s hand slid down to my shoulder, pulling me closer into his side. I had no choice but to lean into him, even though every muscle in my body wanted to pull away. His grip wasn't forceful, but it had that silent command that screamed he expected obedience. And I was getting really tired of being treated like some trophy he’d just won.Since meeting Michael yesterday, I’d broken just about every rule of how you're supposed to

Michael's voice cut through the tension in the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Levine, I hope you realize that I haven't marked Cecily yet because I don't want her to get hurt again. I care about her just as much as you do. Everything I've said is both a promise and a reassurance. Why do you think I'm doing this?"Though his words were polite, there was an unmistakable chill in his tone.My parents were at a loss for words, confused by the contradiction in Michael's demeanor. He claimed to care for me, yet his actions felt more like a display of control. Their concern was evident in their exchanged glances, and I could see they were struggling to decide if they could trust him with me.The tension in the room was suffocating. Michael was clearly in a bad mood, and my parents' cautious approach seemed to irritate him even more. His eyes darkened, the golden hue in his brown pupils growing more intense. I shivered at the sight. He was holding me tightly, and despite my discomfort, he refused to let