All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Boyfriend’s Twin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Where Wolves GatherSelena's POVSnow buried the orchard graves by morning. Selena woke to the muffled groan of timbers shifting under the weight of new drifts, the stale scent of woodsmoke and unwashed bodies clinging to the keep's narrow halls. She pulled her furs tight around her shoulders as she slipped out from under the battered blankets. For a heartbeat, she let herself stand still, her bare feet pressed to the cold stones, eyes shut as she listened to the heartbeat of the house: distant hammering in the forge, the low murmur of men on the walls, the hiss of the wind clawing at the shutters.She dressed quickly, cinching the leather bracers over the mark on her forearm. It had scabbed over now, the blood oath they all carried , a line of fire beneath her skin, a promise that the next betrayal would cost more than any that came before.Outside her chamber, Cassius waited, half-armored, one eye ringed black from the clash at the gate. He looked her up and down as she buckled her

The Hollow CrownSelena's POV The snow stopped falling the next night, but the cold stayed , a bite in the bones that made even the bravest men glance over their shoulders as they walked the corridors of the keep. Selena moved through the west wing like a shadow in furs, boots silent on the worn stones. She passed under old tapestries that hadn't felt warmth since the last summer feast. They hung limp now, moth-eaten reminders that this place had once been a castle fit for kings , before it became a cage for wolves.She paused at the threshold of the council chamber. Its doors were thrown wide, hinges half-splintered from the last time they'd barricaded themselves inside. Now it was just another room to argue in, to bleed old secrets across the table where her marriage contract had once been signed. It still smelled faintly of ink and cold wine , ghosts of things that seemed laughable now.Inside, Kieran stood over the great map table. His palms braced on the weathered wood, shou

Teeth in the DarkKieran's POVThe orchard trench steamed with blood by dusk. Kieran stood knee-deep in churned snow, boot pressing into the chest of the last man who'd dared crawl for the tree line. The traitor's breath rattled in his throat, warm red bubbling through cracked lips. Kieran leaned down, watching his eyes roll back , the final moment where defiance gave way to terror, the spark snuffed like a candle in a storm."You should have run sooner," he murmured.His sword punched down, burying into the earth below. He left it there, jutting from the man's ribs like an old gravestone. Let the crows have him.The orchard was a ruin now , the ancient trunks scorched black, snow trampled to mud, bodies half-buried where the wolves had dragged them out of the barricade fires. Cassius's men worked in silence, heaving the dead into piles. Every new corpse was a promise: they would not fight this same fight tomorrow.Kieran turned, catching sight of Selena near the old apple tree. She

A Kingdom of Ash and WolvesKieran's POV The orchard was a black scar beneath a slate-gray sky when the dawn wind blew the last embers into the frozen field. Kieran stood on the ridge, boots sunk ankle-deep in new snow that fell soft and indifferent over the burned bodies of the Iron Sons and the men he'd once called kin. The smell of scorched roots still clung to his cloak, a bitter perfume of victory that tasted like rust in his mouth.Below him, the keep loomed grim and battered. Its gates leaned on broken hinges, patched with mismatched planks and frozen mud. Wolves watched from the ramparts , loyalists draped in mismatched furs, spears balanced on shoulders raw from the last fight. They had not slept. No one slept now. They only waited for the next shadow to appear on the orchard line, the next horn to split the hush of snowfall.A voice broke the dawn's hush. "If you stand there long enough, you'll freeze into the stone."Kieran turned, one hand resting on the hilt of the swo

The Gate of No Return POV Kieran The orchard trench had gone quiet by dusk, a hush so thick it pressed against Kieran's ribs like a blade. The only sound was the wind tugging at the charred barricades and the ragged breath of men too tired to speak. Blood steamed in dark puddles where the last Iron Sons had fallen, seeping into the frozen roots beneath. Somewhere deep below, the orchard drank every drop, like it had since his grandfather's time , a kingdom watered by betrayal. Kieran stood at the edge of the ridge, boots planted in the half-frozen mud, eyes fixed on the treeline where Calor's new line of spearmen waited. Their torches burned low in the dusk, flickers of defiance against the dark that pressed close on all sides. Wolves watched them from the broken barricade, furs stiff with blood, blades resting easy on shoulders raw from the last charge. Selena moved among them like a wraith, sleeves rolled to her elbows, her braid a snarl down her back where a mercenary's blad