All Chapters of FATE OF THE ALPHA CURSED TWINS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SKYLARRelief washed over me in waves, cold and exhilarating. Lucas's words echoed in my mind - "you're my mate." It was a lot to take in, a revelation as unsettling as it was strangely comforting. But amidst the swirling emotions, a single thought clawed its way to the forefront. My children.The curse hadn't affected them. Not once in their five years had I witnessed the feral rage Lucas described. My grip tightened on my wedding ring, a silent reminder of a past I couldn't escape. But the relief was tinged with a sliver of doubt. There hadn't been that many full moons since the twins were born, not enough to be completely certain. What if it wasn't that simple?Panic gnawed at the edges of my newfound calm. What if the curse manifested differently in them? Or worse, wouldn't manifest at all, leaving them vulnerable in some unknown way? My breath hitched, and I forced myself to focus on Lucas's concerned gaze."Lucas," I began, my voice shaky. "When…when did the symptoms of the curs

Frustration gnawed at me as I raced through the deserted streets. The babysitter had assured me the twins were finally asleep, but the delay left a knot of worry twisting in my gut. Every missed text from Lucas amplified my unease.Reaching the bar, the address he'd sent, I skidded to a halt on the sidewalk. The sound of crashing glass and muffled shouts sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over me. Pushing open the creaky door, I was met with a scene of utter chaos.The dimly lit bar resembled a battlefield. Furniture lay overturned, glasses shattered on the floor, and a thick haze of dust hung in the air. But amidst the destruction, the sight that truly stole my breath was the two figures locked in a brutal fight.Lucas and Logan.They moved with a feral intensity, their faces contorted in primal rage. Each blow they landed, each guttural growl that escaped their lips, ripped away a piece of the normalcy I'd begun to believe in. This wasn't the controlled transformation Lucas had des

LOGANA dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, a constant reminder of the previous night's chaos. Groaning, I pushed myself up,wincing as a sharp pain flared in my shoulder. Dazed, I looked around the unfamiliar room. Sun peeked through a gap in the curtains, casting long shadows across the worn furniture.Then I saw them. Skylar, nestled between me and Lucas – Lucas, still fast asleep, his face peaceful in a way I hadn't seen in years. A wave of emotions – confusion, irritation, and a flicker of something else entirely – washed over me.Untangling myself from the tangle of limbs, I gently placed a kiss on Skylar's forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, a look of surprise, then relief, washing over her face."Morning," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.She smiled, a warm, sleepy smile that sent a strange warmth through me. "Morning," she whispered back. "How are you feeling?""Like I wrestled a bear," I admitted with a grimace. "And maybe lost."A flicker of amusement crossed her eyes, bu

SkylarA dull ache throbbed in my head as consciousness slowly seeped back into my senses. The soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains created a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. Stretching out, I realized I was alone in the bed.Groaning, I pushed myself up, my body protesting the unfamiliar surroundings. Where were they? A wave of panic washed over me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the nightstand.I pulled on Logan's oversized shirt and Lucas's shorts, feeling strangely comfortable in their borrowed clothes. The house was still quiet, an unsettling silence that made my skin crawl.Venturing into the kitchen, I found Lucas at the stove, flipping pancakes with an almost domestic grace. Logan stood by the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze fixed on the street below.The contrast between the two was stark. Lucas, the responsible older brother, taking care of

LOGANPacing around the living room, I straightened the photos on the wall for the tenth time. Everything had to be perfect. Skylar had to like it. She just had to. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my steps. The door creaked open, and I heard them."Logan, we're here."I plastered on a smile and walked over. "Welcome, Skylar. Lucas."Skylar smiled, and Lucas gave a curt nod. Ignoring him, I focused on her. "Dinner's ready."We moved to the dining room, and I pulled out Skylar’s chair, gesturing for her to sit. She smiled again, and I felt a surge of relief. Lucas rolled his eyes but took his seat without comment. I took my place at the head of the table, the seat of authority, making sure Skylar was settled next to me.Dinner began smoothly enough. I made sure to give Skylar the best portions, my eyes darting to her plate more often than necessary. I wanted her to feel special, to see how much effort I’d put into tonight. Lucas watched, his gaze hard, but he said n