All Chapters of The Twins' Alpha Runaway Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The moment I heard Daniel's voice, a feeling of relief washed over me. I hoped that he had a plan to get us out of this nightmare. I looked at him, my eyes brimming with tears of gratitude. "Daniel," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. He took small steps towards us, his eyes locked on Reynolds. "Put down the gun, Reynolds," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can't kill her, you shouldn't.” Reynolds let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, Daniel," he sneered, "you should be on your knees, begging me for mercy, not giving me orders.” To my surprise, Daniel responded with a laughter of his own that made me wonder why he was laughing. "You are doomed," he said confidently. Reynolds' face grew dark. "It is you who is doomed," he said harshly as he stretched out his arm to point to the henchmen surrounding us. "Look around you. There is no one to help you, even if you wanted to fight against me. Your brother is lying unconscious!"

My hands shook as I held onto the railing of his bed. “Tell me, Dylan! What do you mean he's not waking up? Is he dead? Did something happen?” My voice grew more panicked. Dylan tried to sit up, but he winced in pain and laid back down. "Calm down, Emily. Please," he said gently. Calm down? I couldn't calm down. My thoughts were a jumbled mess and my heart was racing with fear. "Is… is he… is he dead?" I stuttered. “Daniel has fallen into a coma,” he blurted out. I let out a shaky breath, relieved that at least Daniel wasn't dead, but fear still gripped me. I began pacing the small room, my thoughts all over the place. "What did the doctor say? Will he be alright soon? When will he regain consciousness?" I asked. At that moment, my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. Dylan reached out and took my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "The doctor says the drug in the bullet is really strong, but it just needs time to pass through his system. He'll pull through, Emily, he just needs

Emily and I stood in silence when I suddenly heard a sound of someone clearing their throat behind us. We turned to see Ezekiel standing behind us, a questioning look on his face. "Dylan," he greeted me, his gaze briefly flickering to Emily. "Emily, it's good to see you both." I offered him a nod, my hand unconsciously reaching out to give Emily's a gentle squeeze. "Ezekiel," I replied in a calm voice. "Is there a problem?" Ezekiel's brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to me. "Actually, I've been looking for you. It's about Reynolds." I felt Emily's grip tighten on my hand, and I could see the panic creeping into her eyes. "Reynolds? What happened to him? Has he escaped?" she asked, her voice laced with fear. Ezekiel quickly shook his head. "No, no, it's nothing like that," he reassured her. "I just wanted to let you both know that a date has been set for his trial." I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "When is it?" I asked, curious. "Tomorrow after

As soon as the trial ended, Dylan and I rushed to find Ezekiel. I needed to speak with Reynolds, and Ezekiel was the only one who could make it happen. I couldn't wait because I was already going crazy with questions. "Ezekiel, please." My voice trembled with desperation when we finally found him. "I have to talk to Reynolds. I need answers." Ezekiel looked at us skeptically, clearly hesitant about granting our request. "Emily, I get where you are coming from, but you have to understand that the council has its rules," he explained. "Reynolds is a dangerous man, and I don't want to risk your safety." I felt my frustration growing, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides. "Come on Ezekiel," I begged, a sad look on my face. "This is about my parents. He killed them, Ezekiel. I need to know why. I need to know the truth.” After a moment of hesitation, Ezekiel let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll set it up," he agreed, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "But you'll ha

I remained in Dylan's comforting embrace, trying to calm down, but I struggled to stay calm. It was as if I was being tortured. We stayed in that position in silence, not saying a word to each other. Just as I was starting to relax, Dylan's phone suddenly beeped, pulling us both from the moment. He let go of me gently, murmuring an apology as he took out his phone from his pocket to check the notification. I turned my gaze back to Daniel, and sighed. As Dylan stood next to me, I glanced up at him, my brows furrowed with curiosity. "Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice was low and hoarse. Dylan hesitated, his eyes slightly unfocused, as if he was lost in thought. "Ah, yes, yes," he replied, his tone unconvincing. "Everything is fine.” I studied him for a moment, unconvinced by his response. There was something in the way he carried himself, a hidden tension in his posture, that betrayed his words. "What is it, Dylan?" I pressed. He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and for a moment,