All Chapters of Mated To Twin Alphas : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lila POV Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the ancient, crumbling temple ruins, my senses on high alert. The sun was dipping lower, casting shadows as darkness slowly crept in. As I listened carefully and sniffed the air, I could tell I was the only one here in this secluded part of the forest.The timing couldn’t have been better.I treaded softly over the scattered debris, carefully placing each step. I moved through the ruins until I reached the heart of the old temple, where two towering pillars stood, untouched by time. Most of the temple had fallen and been worn down by years of neglect, but these pillars remained steady. If I had arrived at sunrise, I would have seen the sun peeking through them from the east—a sight I planned to enjoy some other time.Despite the ruins’ decay, the carvings on the pillars were astonishingly clear, making me wonder about the materials that kept them intact. But tonight, my mind was elsewhere, focused on a much greater purpose.Standing betwe

Jake POV It took us quite a while to wrap things up at Jeremy’s place. We uncovered loads of hard drives filled with data, which we’ll hand over to Blake, our cyber team leader, to examine for more information on Riley. I also found some notes Jeremy had written about Riley’s previous actions. I made sure to keep those, too.By the time we finally left, night had fallen. A whole day had passed on this task, which frustrated me because I had other plans for the day, but raiding Jeremy’s home took priority. Even so, we’d gained an advantage – we had fresh leads.We’d discovered Riley was a female wolf, living somewhere along the southern coast. Interesting. Out of all possibilities, it turned out she was a she-wolf. Who would have guessed?This new detail made things a bit trickier. Usually, we knew our enemies, most of whom were men. A few female wolves made our list too, but none had the courage to do what Riley had done. She was different. I could tell my brother felt the same curio

Lucas POV "Why on earth is Fidel running so late?" I snarled, feeling my patience thin. Rory shrugged, his fingers busy on his phone, probably messaging others to check in on Fidel. “And where’s my brother?” I demanded, still waiting.“He’s not here either,” Rory replied. “Jax said Fidel’s on his way. Seems he’s been spending the day with a girl at the beach.”“Did he think this mission was just a chance to flirt around? We’re here to track down Riley,” I snapped. Rory let out a sigh, replying, “He’ll be here soon.”“If he doesn’t bring anything useful about Riley, he’s in trouble,” I growled. Fidel was usually dependable as my right-hand man, and I gave him a fair amount of freedom, but he’d been pushing his luck lately. Perhaps it was time to remind him who he was dealing with—he was getting a bit too comfortable.“And where’s Jake?” I asked, cracking my knuckles. It seemed like I was carrying the weight of this mission alone, while the others treated it like a vacation. My patienc

Lila POV The next day, we ran into each other again. I wanted to shove away and watch him from afar to see what he has on his sleeves but he already saw me from afar and calling for my attention."Wow, wow, so we meet again. Okay, thank God. I was thinking of calling you," Fidel said, flashing that overly confident grin. "You said you were just passing through, didn’t you?" I asked, keeping my tone light as I set down my drink. Fidel nodded, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. “That’s right. A quick stop on my way south.” “South?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Funny, you don’t strike me as someone familiar with these parts. Most travelers don’t start conversations by asking about pack territories.” His grin faltered—just for a second—before he masked it with a shrug. “What can I say? Old habits die hard. I like to know who’s around. It’s not every day you find yourself in the middle of a warzone, after all.” “A warzone?” I echoed, tilting my head like the i

“Fancy seeing you here,” Fidel said, his smooth voice cutting through the gentle hum of waves crashing against the shore. I glanced up from my cup of coffee, feigning surprise. “Fidel,” I said, letting a smile play on my lips. “This is starting to feel like fate.” He chuckled, sliding into the chair across from me without an invitation. “If it is, I’m not complaining.” I tilted my head, studying him as though I hadn’t already analyzed every move he’d made during our last meeting. His posture was relaxed, but his dark eyes betrayed something more—a mix of interest and calculation. It amused me to no end that he thought he was in control. “Is this your favorite spot?” he asked, gesturing to the café’s open terrace overlooking the sea. “It’s peaceful,” I said with a shrug, swirling the coffee in my cup. “Good for thinking.” “Thinking about what?” “Oh, you know,” I said airily, leaning back in my chair. “Life. Choices. The usual existential stuff.” Fidel smirked, leaning f