Claimed By The Alpha Twins
To the world, I’m just Sara, a half human outcast who vanished without a trace.
I left behind the Bloodmoon Pack, the endless bloodshed, and the two Alpha brothers who made my heart race in entirely different ways: Zayne, the cold, brooding storm who guarded my every step, and Kyle, the golden-boy prince whose easy smile hid a dangerous edge.
For years, I built a quiet, safe life among humans. I thought I was free. I thought my past was dead.
I was wrong.
When the Alpha falls ill, the twins are unleashed to track me down. But the moment they corner me, the air shatters with an impossible, ancient pull.
Two voices. Two Alpha instincts. One terrifying word:
”MINE.”
A split mate-bond isn’t just rare, it’s impossible. One brother will bleed to protect my soul. The other is playing a lethal game where I am nothing more than the key to the Alpha throne.
In a world driven by blood, secrets, and obsession, how do you survive when the wolf meant to save you and the wolf meant to destroy you share the exact same face?
Basahin
Chapter: Iron, Blood, and AshesSARA'S POV: : The grand banquet hall of the Bloodmoon Keep is an overwhelming labyrinth of roaring fires, crimson silk banners, and the deafening clinking of heavy golden chalices. The smell of roasted game, mulled wine, and sweet winter spices fills the cavernous room, but beneath the celebratory scents, the atmosphere is suffocatingly thick.I sit on the high carved stone throne at the center of the raised head table. The heavy silver crown of the Luna Queen rests on my dark hair, its cool metal pressing against my brow like a constant reminder of my new reality.Beside me, Zayne sits as the newly crowned Alpha King. His posture is rigid, his broad shoulders squared beneath his dark leather and silver-plated armor. One of his large, warm hands stays laced tightly around mine atop the dark mahogany table, his thumb tracing soothing circles over my palm, right over the newly stitched cut where our blood fused just hours ago. His silver aura wraps around my body like a protective barr
Huling Na-update: 2026-10-20
Chapter: Blood on SilverSara’s POV:The heavy oak doors of my bedchamber shut against the quiet corridor, sealing out the hollow echoes of the fortress. The air inside smells of crushed rain-lilies, burning sage, and sweet rosewater, but none of it masks the metallic tang of fear that clings to my skin.My mother, Elena, smoothed the silk layer of the bridal chemise over my shoulders. Her hands are warm, but they tremble slightly against my neck as she fastens the small bone buttons along my spine. Beside her, Mina, a young pack maid with wide, anxious eyes, untangles the delicate silver chains designed to drape across my back."Stand still, my sweet girl," my mother whispers, her voice thick with unshed tears as she hooks the heavy velvet bodice around my ribs. "You are so pale. Mara said you shouldn't be standing for long.""I am fine, Mama," I say, though my voice sounds faint even to my own ears.In the tall polished bronze mirror before me, a stranger stares back. My skin is washed out, the dark purple
Huling Na-update: 2026-10-11
Chapter: The Weight Of The VeilSara’s POV:The smell of dried lavender and bitter mountain herbs is the first thing that hits me when I open my eyes.I am lying on a low cot in the corner of the medical clinic, the white linen sheets pulled tight around my shoulders. Dawn light filters weakly through the high stained-glass windows, casting cold violet shadows across the stone floor. My body feels entirely weightless, hollow, fragile, like a glass figurine that would shatter under the lightest touch.Slowly, tenderly, I move my right hand down beneath the heavy blankets, resting my trembling palm against my lower belly.A tiny, faint pulse flutters beneath my skin. It is weak, so fragile it barely registers, but it is there. My baby is still alive.Tears instantly gather at the corners of my eyes, hot and silent, trailing down into my hair. But the relief doesn't erase the burning ghost of last night's nightmare. The phantom sensation of hot iron branding my chest, the agonizing tearing in my soul, the coppery taste
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-24
Chapter: Broken BloodlinesZAYNE; The dawn breaking over the iron gates of the Bloodmoon territory is not bathed in silver light, but in a cold, suffocating gray.I stand in the shadowed archway of the main courtyard, the freezing rain drenching my hair and heavy tunic, washing away the dried crimson blood that still stains my sleeves. My hands are clenched so tight into fists that my short nails dig into my palms, but I feel no physical pain. The only thing vibrating through my marrow is a dark, suffocating fury that has consumed my silver wolf entirely.Down the winding mountain path, a solitary figure emerges from the lingering fog.Kyle walks with his head down, his dark coat damp, his boots dragging through the slush. He reeks, even from fifty paces away, of cheap human whiskey, stale tobacco, and the sickeningly sweet scent of a woman who isn't our mate. He looks exhausted, hollow, and utterly consumed by his own self-pity.He has no idea.As he steps past the iron threshold, his eyes lift and catch mine
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Crimson And IronZAYNE: The scratch of my quill against heavy parchment is the only sound breaking the silence of my study. Stacks of treaties, supply logs, and legal decrees line my oak desk. Tomorrow, I place the royal crown permanently upon my brow and take Sara as my Queen before the elders. I am fighting to build a wall of iron around her and our unborn child, securing every loophole in pack law so no council member can ever touch them.Suddenly, a sound rips through the quiet night.It isn't a soft cry or a muffled gasp. It is a heart-piercing, agonized scream that shatters the stone walls of the fortress.Sara.My quill snaps in my grip. I vault over the desk before the ink even hits the floor, my chair crashing backward. I rip the heavy oak door open and sprint down the torchlit corridor, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast.I slam through the double doors of her bedchamber, my eyes wildly searching the dark room."Sara!"She is on the floor, curled into a tight, trembling
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-14
Chapter: The Phantom BladeSARA: I rest on the soft velvet chaise in my bedchamber, staring out at the dark pine forest as the snow falls in thick, silent sheets. The room is warm, heated by the roaring hearth, but a persistent chill lingers deep within my bones.Tomorrow is the wedding.Tomorrow, I will put on a lace dress, walk down the aisle of the grand chapel, and place my hand in Zayne’s before the full council. In another room just down the hall, Zayne is up late, his brow furrowed as he signs stacks of royal decrees, treaties, and pack logs to secure our future. He is working tirelessly to build a fortress of legal protection around me and our unborn pup.And Kyle... God only knows where Kyle is.He has been a phantom all week, slipping away every time I try to find a moment alone with him. I know he is hurting. I know watching the pack prepare for this wedding feels like a slow execution to his soul. I need to see him tonight. I need to wrap my arms around his neck, look into his eyes, and remind him
Huling Na-update: 2026-09-10
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