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71. Confronting Old Demons

Author: Winnie W. W.
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 02:10:50

Mia

As I stood by the window, lost in thoughts, everything still seemed surreal to me. The revelation that I was a silver wolf, a creature of legend and myth, was the last thing I had ever expected to be. Never ever had I heard of one before. And yet, here I was, a silver werewolf, with all the mysteries and complexities that came with it.

However, that wasn't the most shocking of it all. On the night of the full moon, under the watchful eye of the silver moon, and in the presence of both Alph
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  • A Second Chance: My Twin Mates   118. The Price to Pay

    BrynnThe moon had long descended behind the distant peaks, leaving the castle bathed in the dim hush of pre-dawn. A few embers still glowed faintly in the hearth, casting shadows that flickered over the silken sheets tangled around Mia’s sleeping form. Her breathing was slow, deep, utterly trusting.For the first time since the night began, I felt the weight of it all settle in my chest. The marks on her neck burned softly, a constant reminder that she was now ours. Our mate. Our heart. Our purpose.Frynn stood beside the bed, his gaze fixed on her face. There was awe there, but beneath it, a storm brewed. The same storm that roared inside me ever since the bond was sealed and her memories spilled into our minds. Every scream. Every tear. Every moment of humiliation and despair.He clenched his fists. “She was just a child, Brynn.” His voice was low, hoarse with restrained fury. “A child when her mother died. And her father, that fool Niagra, didn’t even let her mourn. He brought th

  • A Second Chance: My Twin Mates   117. The Storm She Left Behind

    Brynn“She’s powerful,” Frynn said at last. “More powerful than Josiah realizes. More powerful than anyone at Crimson Pack would have ever dared to dream about.”“Which makes her dangerous.”“And I know that he will keep pushing her,” Keiran replied darkly. “And he will. He always does.”Something in his voice made me glance at him sharply. “You sound almost… certain.”He shrugged. “I know men like him. They mistake control for love and fear for loyalty. When they lose either, they lash out.” His eyes flicked to the door again. “And she has already slipped out of his reach. He didn't think that the girl he despised would grow this strong. He didn't think that he would one day want her back since he had Agatha. Do you think he wants to cooperate with us because he loves her or he wants to protect her? Something tells me that he wants her back and he will use any means necessary. I will be damned if I let her go through such kind of pain again.”I studied him for a long moment. “You a

  • A Second Chance: My Twin Mates   116. What We Saw in Her

    BrynnThe corridor was silent except for the steady beat of rain tapping against the windowpanes. The storm had softened into a drizzle, but the wind still moaned against the castle walls. It was like the world itself hadn’t yet recovered from what we had seen in Mia’s memories.It was as if even nature was crying with us asking for recompense for eventing she had suffered.Frynn closed the door behind us gently, the faint click sounding far louder than it should have. For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just stood there, backs against the cold stone, trying to breathe again.I dragged my hand down my face, feeling the dampness of the tears that I hadn’t even realized had fallen. “Moon help me,” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Did we really see all that?”Frynn didn’t answer right away. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hollow now. Haunted. He turned toward the window, pressing his palm to the glass as though the cold might ground him. “We saw enough,” he finally said. “Mor

  • A Second Chance: My Twin Mates   115. One Soul, Three Flames

    BrynnThe world stilled.It was as though even the mountain outside, ancient and proud, had paused to listen. The cold wind that forever howled around the Fiato peaks fell quiet. The torches burned lower, flickering gold and amber light across Mia’s skin.It was as if even the night animals knew that there was something scared going on in the castle for all the voices stopped.I could hear her heartbeat, soft, steady, alive, and Frynn’s breath beside me, mirroring my own. For the first time since the day we found her in the waters of that cursed sea, I felt… whole.Mia was ours. Not as property, not as conquest, but as the other piece of our fractured souls finally returned.Her eyes, bright and stormy, lifted to meet mine. The same courage that had made her stand against those men burned now with something gentler, something sacred.“Brynn,” she whispered, my name like a prayer.My wolf rose inside me, a creature of fire and ancient vows. It stirred beneath my skin, howling its claim

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