All Chapters of The Twins' Alpha Runaway Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn't shake off the unease that settled in my chest after the conversation with Dylan. His words echoed in my mind, each one striking a nerve, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. As the day wore on, my apprehension only grew, manifesting in a tight knot in my stomach that refused to loosen. “Daniel just called. He said Helen and Victor are on their way here.” Dylan said. “Are you sure you are in the right frame of mind to receive visitors?” He asked, I sighed because I didn't even know the right answer to give. “Even if I want to believe that Victor is connected to this somehow, avoiding him is only going to make it worse.” I replied. “He needs to continue believing that you don’t suspect him, that way, you can catch him off guard.” Dylan said and I nodded. An hour later, Helen and Victor were at the door. "Emily, are you alright?" Helen asked, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter me into pieces. I forced a smile, tho

The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains in my room, casting long, slanted shadows on the floor. I stared at my phone, the picture of Emily's parents' file still open on the screen. The feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach since I discovered it hadn't gone away. I turned the phone off and threw it onto my bed. “What am I supposed to do?” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. I couldn't shake off the confusion and fear that clung to me like a second skin. Finding that file on my dad's desk—it was like walking into a dark room, fumbling for the light switch, and finding something terrifying instead. What was my dad up to?My mind whirled with questions, but I knew I had to talk to someone. Someone who might have answers, or at least could help me make sense of this. I hesitatingly walked towards Daniel's study.He was constantly irritated these days, but I needed to talk to him, before something out of my control happens. I won't be able

I couldn't believe what we had just uncovered. Dr. Reynolds, the man Emily and her family had trusted, was responsible for the death of her parents. “He killed my Dad, Dylan.” She whispered. I didn't know how to console her. I was just as shocked as she was with the information we found inside the flash drive.“You were right. I should have known that he was up to no good when he suddenly showed up.” She cried out again, bitter tears rolling down her eyes.“Emily. This isn't the time to cast blame. You can figure it out. We will figure out a way to ensure that he is taken down.” I said, trying hard to console her.In the past few weeks, she had gone through so much trauma and shock, I was beginning to get worried about her. “There is so much mess, Dylan. What is going on? What have I done so wrong, that the goddess hates me this much?” She whispered.“Emily, that's not the right train of thought. We need to find out how much of this we know, what the actual bottom of this whole thi

“What do you mean someone has been here? No one could have come here. What would they be looking for?” I asked.“If that someone was Dr Reynolds, he would probably be looking for the files on how to create the drug or something of that nature.” He replied and I felt a wave of dizziness hit me that I staggered a bit. “Em, Are you alright? You need to return to the hospital. We need to get you back to the hospital.”“I will. But not now. We need to see if there is anything, any clue that could lead us to the children.” I whispered and he nodded.Seeing that video of Dad brought it all into horrifying clarity. His face twisted in pain, eyes filled with despair—it felt like a dagger plunged into my heart. My special ability told me things the naked eye couldn’t see, and the moment I processed what Dr. Reynolds wanted, it was like the world crumbled around me. He didn’t just want us. He wanted our very essence, our abilities, our souls. “The kids. That’s why the kids were kidnapped. Em

The sun barely peeked through the thick clouds as I approached my old home. The place looked the same as it did before—an eerie silence enveloped it, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood before the weathered door, hesitant to open it.Memories of my father, his intense focus on his research, and the mysterious circumstances of his disappearance and death flooded my mind.“Dada, what are you reading?” My little self asked. Daddy would smile and play with my hair.“I'm reading to ensure the world becomes a better place, my sweet Emily.” He would always reply. My heart thumped at the feeling of nostalgia. Mom's chicken casserole, Dad spinning around in the living room, especially when I had good grades.I sighed. Don't let yourself get distracted. You're here to find clues. I chided myself. I had to find something—anything—that could shed light on what he was working on.If it would save the kids. Dr Reyn