All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan Twins: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Jordan POV“We structure the pack. Do what we did every winter before Marabella. We take the aggressors to the pits, let them fight out their aggression in a controlled environment. Open the brothel again, let them fuck it out; the unmated ones are losing their shit without that. Start more training, give them something to do, to work through the savagery. Put them on projects, we were restructuring the school, renovating the classrooms, and the homes were plans we’ve had for ages, put the more in control ones onto that. Send the ones from the water pack to the lake for swims in small numbers to avoid fights."“Then have runners. Do groups in rotations, running. Have them run around the wall, patrolling together. They may be savage, but if there are vamps out there, they’ll be they took away our control because a winter wolf is more dangerous than they realize, but that is our strength because they have never attacked in winter.”I listened to Brax’s plans, and it made sense. It was

Jordan POV The ones that said they were tied in a different way to the rest of the pack. Not in a romantic way I wouldn’t have done it if that was the case but in a loyal way.Where the beta would be bound to the alpha’s will in every way, an obsessive way.They would do whatever their alpha said no matter the consequences. Which is exactly why it was dangerous and they had outlawed the turning of humans the second they got into power.“Marabella might be pissed,” Brax taunted.“As long as she’s alive, I don’t care.”“Marabella will care.”I spun to Brax. “Or she’ll be glad I didn’t let her friend die,” I snapped, then pushed into the room where Galen and Pearl were waiting. I sighed and went for the alcohol that had been making it easier to get through the days for Brax and myself.“Drink?” I asked, and Galen shook his head; Pearl did too. Brax nodded. I handed him some, then filled my own cup.“What’s the problem?” I asked, knowing there was one since they were ambushing me in our

Brax POV I had been so nervous about the pack finding out I couldn’t turn. When I had been forced into it, I had been nervous again for them to find out how I had been able to; I had shied away from any responsibilities.I had let my parents run the pack for too long, then all for the merging of the packs so I could lean on my brothers. It was time that stopped. I had taken it from Jordan while he fell apart, but I understood how hard it was even after one day.I was so torn in every direction, in my head, my heart; it was chaotic. I had to keep an eye on every team, every wolf, checking their control, their emotions, and then to open that link was to feel more from Marabella and . Add to that my shadows, and I was a mess.But I had to hide it, and I had never given Jordan enough credit for how well he had always done that.“I’m sorry, you know? For what happened back then. We didn’t mean to force that, and the witches were vague with what would happen.” Cain swallowed, and I turned

Brax POVThe water locked me in, and I frowned, my shadows thrashing around me. I tried to kick off the lake bed, but the water wouldn’t let me go. It held me in place, and my eyes flung open, trying to see a way out, but instead, I saw something that had me collapsing into the sand.Marabella.She was hanging against a wall, bloodied and bruised, her head hung, her arms out, shackled in silver clasps with the same magic binding seal on them.I tried to reach out in front of me, to the vision, shimmering in the water, but it swiped it away. I scrambled for it, making my lungs ache, my eyes burn, but I didn’t care. I needed more.The lake gave it to me.Marabella appeared again, my shadows crowding the image as they tried to get to her too.She was in the same place, on the same wall, in the same abused state, and I tried not to scream. But the alpha in me, the mate in me, was already there, screaming, clawing at my insides, trying to break free.But the lake kept us both there, starin

Jayden POV Pain. It was the only thing I could comprehend, that and hatred. It polluted me with every minute that passed in the dungeons with Silas. He made sure I was restrained before using every old trick in the book to get me to crack, but I wouldn’t.He should remember that from last time. I was splayed out against the brick wall, my arms chained, my chest bare and bleeding as he whipped it. I planted my feet, roaring as I bucked against the restraints. My teeth gnashed; my wolf, enraged, tried to shift, but he kept me pinned so I couldn’t.Silas laughed, his tall, pale frame making me murderous—more murderous than I already was. But I laughed wickedly, spitting blood at him, flashing my red eyes at him as he twirled the whip in his hands.“, you’re going to give in. You might as well do it now.”“C’mon, Silas, you know it’s the chase you love. So keep chasing, and I’ll keep running.”He laughed at that, a cynical laugh that was not humorous at all.He whipped me again, and I ab