All Chapters of Mated To Twin Alphas : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"What do you mean that’s all you know?" I leaned against the edge of the conference table, arms crossed as I stared down Fidel. He shifted in his chair, looking uncomfortable. "I already told you, Jake. I didn’t know her that well. We only met a couple of times." "And that didn’t raise any red flags?" I pressed, my voice sharpening. "A woman you barely know just happens to waltz into our lives, only for everything to blow up?" "I didn’t think it was my place to question her," Fidel shot back, his tone defensive. "She was charming, and honestly, I thought she was harmless. If I’d known this would happen, I—" "Save it," I snapped, cutting him off. "You should’ve been more cautious. Now we’re in the middle of a mess, and you’re telling me you don’t have anything useful?" Fidel sighed, running a hand over his face. "I didn’t say that. I still have her phone number. Maybe that’ll help." ---I straightened, the tension in my chest easing slightly. "You still have her number?"

"This is the last of it," I muttered to myself, shoving a worn leather bag into the trunk of the car. The weight of my decision hung heavy in the air, a mix of triumph and exhaustion settling in my bones. The dimly lit room behind me bore the remnants of my chaotic escape—papers scattered across the desk, a half-empty bottle of wine teetering on the edge, and the faint scent of burnt wood lingering from the fireplace. My hands trembled as I reached for the bottle, taking one last sip before collapsing into the chair. "Was it worth it?" The question echoed in my mind, but I pushed it aside. There was no room for doubt. Not now. I leaned back, my head lolling against the chair as the alcohol dulled my senses. The sound of the wind outside whispered promises of freedom, but even that couldn’t silence the restless thoughts clawing at my mind. The room blurred, the edges of reality softening as exhaustion pulled me under. ---In my dream, I was back on the dirt road. The air was

“Lila,” a deep, velvety voice cut through the stillness, catching her off guard. Her fingers froze midair, hovering above her laptop’s keys. “Who is this?” she demanded, her tone sharp, though a faint tremor betrayed her unease. The man on the other end chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers cascading down her spine. “You don’t recognize me? I’m hurt. After all, we’ve been circling each other for weeks, haven’t we?” She gritted her teeth, frustration and wariness flaring. “Stop playing games. Who are you, and what do you want?” There was a pause, long enough for her wolf to stir, its restlessness mirroring her own. Then, with maddening calm, he said, “Let’s just say I’m someone who knows you better than you think.” Her blood ran cold. She glanced at her laptop screen, her instincts screaming at her to move, to act, but curiosity pinned her in place. ---Her fingers resumed their movement, rapidly pulling up the caller ID tracker embedded in her system. Whoever this man

Lucas reached for the next door , his knuckles rapping against it for the third time, the sound echoing in the stillness of the cabin. Jake watched from his position across the room, his eyes darting between the door and the window, scanning for any movement. The tension had been building for what felt like hours, a slow burn that threatened to consume them. Every inch of the house seemed to hold its breath, like a predator waiting to strike.“Nothing,” Lucas muttered, stepping back from the door with a frustrated sigh. “She’s not in there.”Jake’s gaze flicked over to Loren, who had been systematically checking the other rooms. She gave him a quick shake of the head, signaling that nothing had changed. The cabin remained eerily silent, the thick scent of dust and abandonment lingering in the air. It was as if time had stopped here, frozen in some moment long past.“Should we check the basement?” Loren asked, her voice calm but taut with the same underlying anxiety that Jake was feeli

Lila POV (The Flashback)I could feel the pull of my wolf inside me, thrashing against the cage of my control, as if it could sense the gravity of what was happening. I clenched my fists, trying to silence the guilt gnawing at my insides. If the bomb detonated now, Lucas would be injured. Maybe worse.The thought of him in pain—the kind of pain I knew I could prevent—sent a sharp pang through my chest. I hated it. I hated the weakness, the way my wolf’s instincts made me feel so vulnerable, so exposed. I cursed under my breath and fought to push the emotions aside. I couldn’t let myself be distracted by them. Not now.I glanced back toward the house, my mind racing. The plan had been to destroy everything—everything that could link me to the brothers, everything that could expose me. The bomb was my last resort. If it went off, it would wipe everything clean.But there was Lucas.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to stop him from getting too close. To keep him out of the house.