All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Boyfriend’s Twin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Pact of ShadowsSelena’s POVThe night devoured the mountains in silence.Cold air clung to my skin as I stood alone at the edge of the northern ridge. Beneath me, the rebel camp lay scattered like fallen stars, fires low, weapons hidden, tension thick. Everyone knew what tomorrow meant.And no one dared say it aloud.Behind me, the flap of the tent rustled. Jason emerged, his face hollow with fatigue. He hadn’t slept since we returned. Hadn’t smiled since Nikolai vanished into the stone.He crossed to me without a word, arms folded tight."You don’t have to do this," he muttered."I do," I said, eyes still in the darkness. "It’s not about trust. It’s about leverage."Jason scoffed softly. “You think he’ll play fair?”“No. I think he wants something more than war.”I finally turned to him. “And if that’s true… then we have to know what it is.”Jason stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t like how you’re changing.”That hit harder than I expected.I searched his eyes. “And what am I

Shadows in the FlameSelena's POVThe war table had barely cooled when Kieran's fury exploded.Smoke billowed from his tent. Two guards staggered out, clutching their arms, burnt and bleeding. His voice roared from within, primal and shaking the roots of the earth."He knows," Jason whispered beside me."No," I said, watching the flames lick the sky. "Now... he believes."The rebellion fractured faster than I expected.Those loyal to truth stood on one side , Jason, Mara, the eastern tribes, half the outer ring soldiers.Those afraid of change... gathered under Kieran's banner.And still in the center: Mitchell. Silent. Waiting.She hadn't chosen a side.Not yet.I found her at dusk, sharpening a dagger by firelight."You've made quite the mess," she said without looking up.I sat opposite her. "You delivered the blood. You lit the match.""But I never said I'd follow you through the fire.""I know."She stopped sharpening. "Then why are you here?""Because you still haven't told me

When the Ashes SpeakSelena had not slept. Not truly. Even after the embers of Deron's trial died down and silence settled over the rebellion's camp, her mind kept moving, pacing like a wolf behind bars, waiting for someone to open the gate and release it into the dark. Every glance over her shoulder felt heavier. Every whisper in the wind carried the weight of names not spoken. The fire may have cleansed one betrayal, but the roots beneath it were still rotting.She sat alone on the edge of the camp, elbows on her knees, staring into the charred ring where Deron's ashes had once lived. The soil still smoked in patches, as if reluctant to let go of the truth it had swallowed.A soft crunch of leaves pulled her head up.Mitchell approached slowly, her steps uncharacteristically hesitant. She had discarded her ceremonial robes and now wore plain black, loose, dark, unmarked. Her hair was tied back, and her face held the kind of tension only time could forge."He's coming," she said qu

Where Fire Breaks BoneSelena's back slammed into the jagged rock, the impact rattling through her bones. A hiss escaped her lips as pain flared across her side. The battlefield was a wasteland , fire, blood, and death stretched in every direction. Yet, in the midst of chaos, her eyes remained locked on the Heartstone, still pulsing like a living organ in the earth's chest.She dragged herself forward, palms torn, knees raw, body aching with every breath. Her vision blurred, but the stone's glow grew stronger with each inch she crawled. The weight pressing down on her was unnatural , as though grief itself had taken form and decided she didn't belong here.From above, flames cracked like thunder as Nikolai's roars echoed against the canyon walls. His fire lashed through the sky in wild arcs, consuming three Ashwalkers in a single breath. But for every one he burned, three more emerged from the bleeding cracks in the earth. The Ashwalkers moved without fear , without pause. Their

The Ashes Whispers BackClaire's POV The sound of stone grinding against stone was the only thing that echoed in Priscilla's ears as she knelt beside the charred ruin that had once been the chamber of Nikolai's power. Smoke curled around her, thick and bitter, staining her skin with the scent of flame and finality. But beneath the heat, beneath the ash and rubble, she could still feel it. A heartbeat. Faint. Slow. Defiant. "He's not gone," she muttered, voice hoarse. Cassian turned to her, his face streaked with soot and blood, one eye nearly swollen shut. "We brought down a god, Priscilla. What more do you want?" "The truth." Her eyes didn't leave the cracked floor. "And I don't think we've found it yet." Behind them, Mitchell lay unconscious, her chest rising shallowly. Lydia knelt beside her, channeling what little magic remained in her to keep her stable. Kieran stood further back, his arms crossed, expression unreadable in the firelight. "She bought us time," Kieran said