All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha twins: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lorcan's POV The hall voided in silence, leaving only my father and me locked in a violent regard- down. The pressure was palpable, a thick pressure that made the air feel heavy. He eventually gestured for me to sit and join him for a mess. I complied, curiosity mingling with the moping wrathfulness from our earlier argument.Why was n’t he addressing the issue that had brought such a rift between us? We ate in silence, the only sound being the clinking of implements against plates.The food tasted like ash in my mouth, my mind contending with a whirlwind of questions. Yet, my father’s expression remained inscrutable, revealing nothing of his studies or intentions. After the mess, we retired to our separate apartments, the implied pressure still hanging between us like a dark pall. As we walked through the dimly lit corridors, my father stopped in front of a large, ornate oil painting oil hanging on the wall. The oil was an assessing sight, gauging nearly the

Lorcan's PovThat night, I couldn't get rid of the uneasiness that had been developing inside of me and found myself wide awake. My activities for the day should have left me exhausted, but I was unable to fall asleep. I rolled from one end of the bed to the other, turning from side to side. I got up, went over to the window, and threw it open. A sharp gust of air entered, cooling my flesh to the touch. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck and congealed there before disappearing. I turned to return to the bed. My heart thumped with yearning; my eyes were sleep-deprived. Then it dawned on me what was keeping me awake—or, more accurately, who was. It was Ava. I wanted her. Her demeanor, scent, and visage stayed with me; she made an impression. It was impossible for me to ignore the notion of her.As I collapsed onto my bed, I fixed my gaze on the ceiling and the kingdom map that was painted above, seeing that all of the lines and shapes seemed to reorganize to create her f

Ava's POVQueen Endora led me to a secluded glade in the palace gardens, surrounded by towering trees and a babbling brook. "This is where we will practice, Ava," she said, her eyes shining with encouragement. "Remember, controlling your powers takes time and patience, but with dedication and persistence, you will master them."She began by teaching me deep breathing exercises, showing me how to calm my mind and focus my energy. I practiced inhaling deeply, holding my breath, and exhaling slowly, feeling my magic respond to my calm state.Next, she introduced me to physical exercises, demonstrating intricate hand movements and gestures that helped channel my magic. I followed her lead, my fingers weaving patterns in the air as I practiced directing my energy.We also worked on meditation techniques, sitting cross-legged on the grass as Queen Endora guided me through visualizations and affirmations. I closed my eyes, imagining a bright light at my core, and repeated phrases like "I am

TREYTON'S POV I was indoors, resting on a couch, where I laid comfortably, reading a book. I was enjoying every bit of the moment. The environment was serene and calm evening breeze was amazingly cool to the body, but then everything turned sour. I suddenly began to hear noises that sounded as the type that comes from rioters. I got confused as I couldn't figure out what the matter was. “Few minutes ago, everywhere was quiet, but how come the disturbing noise? ", I asked myself with so much curiosity, and uncertainty. I couldn't bear the noise any longer, so I got up from the couch where I laid, I dropped my book, paused for sometime, trying to dictate where exactly the noise was coming from.I walked up to the corridor where I kept my footwear, I wore it and headed to the veranda. When I got to the veranda, the noise kept on increasing. It lured me to go down the stairs in order to see for myself what the matter was. When I got down, I saw other neighbours running Helter skelter.

Ava's PovEven I was shocked when I unleashed my magic and it exploded like a tempest. I had never felt such strength flow through me, but I knew I had to protect my realm and my people with it.I felt like my strength had a mind of its own while I fought Lucifer and his army. I summoned gusts of wind to fall his men and walls of flame to thwart their assaults. I was driven by a fierce feeling of purpose, and my magic followed my every word.Lucifer was taken aback by my actions and his eyes grew wide. I knew I had to watch out for glimpses of the friend he used to be. That was his devotion—not to me or to our empire, but to his father.The conflict persisted, pitting Lucifer's might and cunning against my sorcery. However, I refused to quit up. I unleashed my final, most powerful magical blast, sending Lucifer hurtling across the battlefield. He fell heavily to the ground, stunned and defeated.I stood over him, feeling a range of emotions, my chest heaving with fatigue. "Lucifer, y