All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha twins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lorcan’s POVThe moon was high up in the sky and my pack was wrestling with all their power. However, they were decimated by the more experienced fighters on Ava’s side. As the battle raged on, anger coursed through my bones like lightning. I watched my father’s disappointed look and it made me sad. The pack of werewolves from Ava army were not giving up, even the female wolfs bit and tore many of my soldiers apart. I tried many times to get to Ava but I couldn’t. The wolf twins, Rafferty and his brother Treyton, were ferocious in their fighting. I couldn’t go close for fear that they would do to me what they had just done to my most ferocious fighter. Then, I had an opportunity. Ava was standing alone. She had just cut off the head of one of my wolves and was trying to catch her breath. I decide to do the killing from afar. I took a poisoned arrow from my quiver and positioned it on the bow. Dragging it for a few seconds, I released and watched as it flew. My anticipation rose w

Treyton's POVAs I watched Ava, Silver, and the nascence halves depart on their unfaithful trip to the Witch Kingdom, a blend of feelings swirled within me. Concern for Ava's safety counted heavily on my mind, but I knew I had to remain behind to cover our pack. I could not abandon my duties, no matter how important I wanted to be by Ava's side. The sight of their dwindling numbers stirred a profound sense of craving and fear within me, an eating solicitude that refused to be silenced.The Witch Kingdom was no ordinary land; it was a mystical realm of ancient magic, where the unknown lurked around every corner. Legends spoke of its troubles, entranced timbers that could lead trippers amiss, brutes born from dark spells, and magic so old it had a life of its own. I stressed Ava's well- being, but I also trusted her strength and adaptability. She had faced the unconceivable ahead and had surfaced stronger each time.Meanwhile, Ava and her companions pressed on, their determination appar

Ava POVAs I arrived at the witch kingdom, I made my way to the castle, eager to see my mother, Queen Endora. As I stepped into the palace, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my mother's warm smile. However, her expression quickly turned serious, and she began to gesture urgently to me."Ava, my child, I need to warn you," she said, her voice low and urgent. "You must stay away from me, and turn back now while you still can."But I was too slow to understand what was happening. I had been away from the witch kingdom for so long, and I was eager to reconnect with my mother and my heritage. I didn't notice the warning signs, the subtle gestures and hints that my mother was trying to convey."What do you mean, Mother?" I asked, confusion etched on my face. "Why must I stay away from you?"My mother's eyes flashed with frustration and worry. She knew that time was running out, and she had to act quickly to protect me."Ava, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just tr

Ava's POVAva's heart pounded in her casket as she stood in the dimly lit alley, her brand gripped tightly in her hand. The air was thick with pressure, the only sounds being the heavy breaths of her assaulters and the distant hum of the megacity. She could see their eyes flashing with vicious intent, their forms shrouded in the dark cloaks of the black witch's pets. There were too numerous of them far further than she could hope to fend off alone. Yet she fought on, her blade flashing in the meager light that filtered through the narrow alley.Her movements were nippy and precise, and each swing of her brand was a testament to her training and determination. She had faced numerous foes before, but these pets were different, stronger, and more grim. They moved with a creepy collaboration, girding her with rehearsed ease. Despite her stylish sweats, she set up herself being pushed back, her defenses gradually weakening under the grim assault.Sweat dropped down her brow, mingling wit

AVA’S POVThe battle has been on for three hours now. The enemy wasn’t giving up. There were a lot of them, scattered like ants across the valley. I made huge success decimating a pack that had come against my flank, but out of nowhere a new breed of fighters appeared. I was losing strength. I could no longer control my body. My body had become weak from using my powers. My mind was getting numb from the many blows I had received, making it difficult for me to coordinate myself and concentrate. I felt weak and fell to the ground and coughed. I tasted blood on my tongue. When I spat out the phlegm in mouth it was mixed with blood. A second spitting was just blood. I cannot continue anymore, else I would die. These powers were too much for my body to handle. It means that I was losing more power than I can use to heal myself.And so I looked around to see how we were faring on our side. Our warriors were still doing okay, holding the fort. Even the black witch had engaged Lucifer in a