บททั้งหมดของ Fated To My Twin Brother : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Leo’s eyes came alight with dark amusement at the sight of Hadzen and Hannah standing guardatively before him, their anger and fear pouring out of every pore in their bodies. His smile warped into something that was almost gleeful—a predator savoring the fear and anger radiating from his prey. “I won’t hurt you two,” he said, his voice a silky promise of dread. “Not yet, anyway. But them.” He let his gaze drift to the two humans who had been stupid enough to follow him. “They are not excluded.” One moment Leo was there; the next, he had disappeared, his form dissolving into shadowy mist. The next instant found Ralph letting out a terrified, strangled cry as he yanked off the ground. He was flung through the air, his limbs flailing wildly, before crashing into the sprawling boughs of a towering tree. Leaves and twigs rained down around him as he tumbled to the forest floor, groaning in pain. She never had time to scream before Leo materialized beside her, one hand clamping around

The evening was filled with a silent tension, one that seemed to cling to the air and press down on everyone. Shadows stretched long across the rooms of Amara's mansion, and the flickering glow of the lanterns served little in putting to flight the unease that had settled in after the events of the forest. Hannah was dog tired, but sleep didn't come easily. She tossed and turned on the couch in one of the guest rooms, her mind replaying the confrontation with the dark figure over and over. Finally, she drifted into a fitful slumber, and soon was consumed by bright, disturbing dreams. She stood suddenly on her balcony. The air felt thick and painfully cold, imposed upon her skin like a tense, clammy caress. From darkness, one shape separated and took form: the man they had seen earlier in her dream. His eyes glittered with secrets only he knew and promises only he could ever keep. "Why run from what's inevitable?" he whispered, and his voice sent shivers down her spine. "I don't

Sunbeams filtering through the windows did little to thaw the chill that had settled in the corridors of Amara's mansion. Hannah—most people knew her as Winter—paused in the hallway, her breath catching on the muffled voices drifting from the kitchen. The raised tones were unmistakable, sharp and brimming with tension, though the words themselves were indistinct. Whatever it was, the anger behind those words was clear, and a shiver ran down her spine. Hannah stood there, fists clenched in her sides, breathing, if one could call it breathing, almost as though her heart were trying to break free within the walls of her ribcage. For the first time that Hannah could remember, the kitchen-the apparent heartbeat of any home-pulsated with discord; warmth and comfort took the place of unrest in this otherwise beloved space. She could feel the weight of the argument, the frustration and hurt that hung thick in the air. Amara and Ralph fought for dominance of voice, their feelings rushing like

The faint light in the luxurious mansion thrown by Amara made long shadows on the walls, and the room spun a little as she entered the **sala** stumbling under the grip of half an empty bottle of the expensive whiskey. The earlier argument with Ralph was still echoing in her mind. The sorrow and frustration of hurt played in her mind as a broken record that would not let her sleep. She had made him go home, needing to be left alone, needing to douse herself in the numbing abuace of alcohol. Amara crashed onto the plush velvet couch, her designer dress rumpled and makeup slightly smudged. She forced a laugh, took another swig, this time savoring the burn as it chased the ache in her chest away. "Screw it," she muttered under her breath, then fell back on the couch and closed her eyes. The muffled footfalls made her crack an eye open. It took a moment in her haze to process what she was seeing. **Hannah** and **Hadzen** were moving almost silently towards the front door, their moveme

Storm clouds hung over Hampton, heavy and thick with an ominous darkness, as if nature herself had paused for breath at what was to come. The night approaching had a heavy smell of wetness; Alpha Alph stood before the entrance of his stronghold with hands clenched at his sides. His look, normally unremitting, was marred with worry as tension strangled the air. Beside him, **Maxine** was as disturbed. She stood tall, but a trembling in her hands belied the fear that she was fighting to keep at bay. Her eyes, golden like the rising sun, were fixed on the horizon, where the moon began to rise. The light that filtered through the clouds had a reddish tint-an ominous sign of the coming Eclipse. "They're not back yet," she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was tight and raw with worry. "Hadzen and Hannah… they're still out there and the Eclipse is coming. If we can't bring them back in time… With a sharp exhalation, Alpha Alph's jaw worked: he was fighting to keep his own voices ba