บททั้งหมดของ Mated To Two Alpha Brothers: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Aria's POVDaryl’s emotions hit me like a tidal wave, overwhelming through the bond we shared. My mate was a mess—sad, angry, confused—all swirling together like a storm I couldn't calm. The mate bond allowed us to feel each other’s emotions, whether joyful or broken, and right now, Daryl was shattered.I tried reaching out to him through the mind link, but he’d shut me out, a wall firmly erected between us. Leo had done the same.Gigi whimpered inside my head, longing for our mates. She could feel their turmoil, especially Daryl’s. He was the most affected, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering alone. Leo, too, felt distant through the bond, and that worried me even more.I rushed downstairs, my heart pounding, hoping to find them. As I entered the living room, all eyes turned to me. Luna Macy and Elaine sat quietly, tears glistening in their eyes as their mates, Alpha Liam and Beta Greg, consoled them. The room was heavy with tension and sadness. Mara had already fill

Author POVAlpha Liam roared angrily after hearing the devastating news that his sons and their mate had been kidnapped. The weight of his rage threatened to crush everything in its path as he and his beta, Greg, hurried to the scene of their disappearance.The area where their car was parked by the roadside felt eerily quiet, the air heavy with an unsettling tension. They could still catch whiffs of their scents—faint but unmistakable.“They must have drugged them to carry them away,” Liam seethed, his voice laced with fury as he surveyed the surroundings. His instincts screamed that time was of the essence.“You think Vercus did this?” Greg asked, brow furrowing in concern.“I have no idea who orchestrated this,” Liam replied, frustration threading through his words. “The fact remains that we have numerous enemies at hand, and this could be anyone.”Liam's orders were clear: his men were instructed to secure the area, waiting patiently behind as they combed through the site for a

The oppressive darkness of the room felt like a living entity, wrapping itself around Daryl, Leo, and Aria as they sat huddled together. The weight of their captivity pressed heavily on their shoulders. Daryl’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more chaotic than the last. He couldn’t shake the recent revelations about his family’s history—the legacy of betrayal and blood that twisted through their veins like a venomous snake. Vercus's malevolence wasn’t just a personal vendetta; it was a curse passed down through generations, a darkness that sought to obliterate everything in its path.Daryl clenched his fists, feeling the sting of anger mix with despair. How had it come to this? The thought of Vercus wanting to eliminate him and Aria, by using Gordon? To snuff out the light of hope they represented, fueled his resolve. He would not allow history to repeat itself. Not on his watch.Suddenly, the door swung open with a creak that echoed through the room, and Gordon stepped

The atmosphere at Waterfall was thick with anticipation. The once peaceful packhouse, usually filled with laughter and camaraderie, now buzzed with tension as the leaders gathered in the great hall. Liam stood at the head of the room, his face stern and lined with determination. Greg, a trusted pillar of strength, stood beside him, while the rest of the pack leaders murmured amongst themselves, their unease palpable, yet their focus unwavering.They had all felt the tremors of what was coming, but now, the true scale of the threat was fully revealed.Liam cleared his throat, commanding silence as he began to speak. “We’ve received confirmation of what we feared most. Gordon of the Star Crust pack isn’t acting alone. Vercus is behind it all, manipulating events to create chaos and eliminate us.”The room fell into a heavy stillness as Liam’s words sank in. Vercus’s name carried a dark weight, a legacy of evil and domination. A wave of disbelief rippled through the pack, but there wa

Daryl stood over the fallen form of Vercus, his chest rising and falling heavily as the storm of battle subsided. Blood and sweat dripped from his brow, but his heart pulsed with a strange sense of peace. Vercus’s body lay still, consumed by the dark magic he had once wielded with pride. The power of Jeldon’s spirit, the malevolent force that had bound him, had been shattered by the strength Daryl unleashed, channeling the light of Yago Dir Gunther, his great ancestor.The battlefield was eerily quiet now, with the once fierce and chaotic battle reduced to hushed murmurs of the survivors. Vercus’s corrupted Lycans had either fallen or fled in the face of the united packs. For the first time, Daryl felt the weight of destiny lifting from his shoulders. He had done it. He had saved his family, his pack, and the Lycan race from the curse that had haunted them for generations.But the victory was bittersweet. The ground was littered with the fallen, and though they had won, the cost o