Semua Bab Oops! My Twin Mates are my Professors: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Vienna's POV:As soon as I saw Lola standing there, a piece of my heart that had felt missing suddenly clicked back into place. I rushed forward, my arms wrapping tightly around her before I could even think. She smelled like home… like familiarity, like the part of my life that had felt so distant over the past few weeks.After all, she was the only good thing that was related to my past and the only thing that could really hold the meaning of home for me. She didn't just carry the feeling of home, she was my only home, my only escape from the reality when everything became to heavy for me to handle… she was there for me when nobody was… and before Kai and Fynn's arrival in my life, if there was any single reason why I was alive, then it was Lola.Because if not her, then it was sure that past Vienna wouldn't have survived till now. And for that I owe her my entire life, without any single question being asked.Thinking this, I tightened the grip around her torso. While Lola hugged

Kai's POV:Orion stammered, his face going ghostly pale. “Wha…what? But Vienna isn’t here and—”A growl ripped from my throat before he could finish that sentence. My entire body tensed with barely restrained fury as I cut him off.“First!” I snapped, my voice echoing through the hall,“She is my mate. And in our packs, a Marking Ceremony means our souls are forever bonded. With this regard, our laws grant me the right to raise the issue on her behalf.”Orion swallowed hard, but before he could attempt another excuse, Fynn’s deep growl resonated through the chamber. “And remember,” he warned, his eyes flashing dangerously, “you better keep our Luna’s name out of your mouth, or I’ll lose this unbiased stance as well.”Orion’s gaze darted wildly around the room, searching for some sort of support, some kind of escape. He must have realized then that no one would dare to help him. No one could. He had sealed his own fate long ago.The pot of his sins was already overflowing, and he kne

Kai's POV:As soon as we entered the house, the strawberry sweet scent of our Luna was every fucking where. It wrapped around me like a drug, thick and alluring, sinking into my lungs and making my cock stir. Fuck. My fingers flexed at my sides, itching to grab her, to feel that soft mouth around me, to taste every inch of her skin. I already knew how fucking good she felt between us, how her body melted the moment we touched her… but the hunger in my heart was insatiable. Beside me, Fynn smirked knowingly, his own breathing heavier than before. He was thinking about her too. Of course, he was. How could he not, when her scent was clinging to every inch of this house like a reminder that she belonged to us? I was suddenly too eager for his plan. On the way back, Fynn had explained why he hadn’t brought Vienna with him today. He wanted to surprise her, by starting renovations at the Supreme Alpha’s palace. He wanted us the three of us to move in after the visit at the Northern

Vienna's POV:Fynn groaned, his hands tightening in my hair as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with pure lust. “You want my cock in your mouth that badly, sweetheart?” He murmured, raising an eyebrow. I nodded eagerly, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as I continued stroking him over his pants. “Yes…”I whispered, my voice breathy and desperate.“I don't just want it, I need it.” “Damn that mouth of yours.” Fynn cursed under his breath, the ropes of his control snapping right before my eyes. Kai chuckled, his hot mouth still working my clit, his fingers pumping deeper inside me. “She is such a needy little thing, isn’t she?” He teased, his voice sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. Fynn smirked, one hand slipping beneath my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Then be a good girl and take me in.”He commanded, and my hands moved instantly, my fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down to free his coc

Vienna's POV:The wedding ceremony was being held on a moonless night. Unlike Camden Falls, where ceremonies were bathed in the moon’s silver glow, the Northern Pack believed that on such nights, the Moon Goddess took her leave from the sky to walk among her children. It was a beautiful thought—one that filled my heart with warmth, as did my reflection in the polished bronze mirror before me. I was dressed in a red silk gown, the fabric as smooth as water against my skin. The bodice clung to me, fitted perfectly with intricate gold embroidery tracing patterns like flames licking upward. The sleeves were sheer, flowing like gossamer with every movement, delicate as a whisper. Around my waist, a golden chain belt sat, tiny charms dangling from it, chiming softly with each step. My veil, also red, was long and heavy, edged with golden lace, cascading down my back like liquid fire. My hair had been woven into an elaborate style, thick braids coiling into a crown before tumbling down m