Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated to the Twin Alphas : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

AsherRagnar rushed through the forest, swift and unpredictable, like lightning racing to strike its mark. He was eager to beat Nyx in their second challenge.My heart raced with excitement. Finally, I had found a way to break through her fear of me. The thrill of it was more than I had imagined.It had been far too long since I had stained my hands with another’s blood. That was Azazel’s thing—he reveled in it, while I held back. But that night, I lost control, all because of the weak attempts at punishment the maids tried to impose on Nyx. Cowards playing at power.No one touches what’s mine!Something about her had unraveled me since I looked into those silver-grey eyes, I’ve been drowning in them. There’s a pull I can’t fight when she’s near, and the Goddess helps me—I don’t want to. I wanted her. Ragnar came to a sudden stop, his eyes locking on Soren, my beta. Soren’s face was flushed, sweat glistening as he ran toward us, panic written all over him.Ragnar shifted into me imme

AsherMy eyes flickered open, but I wasn't me, I was in my 14-year-old body. The bodies of my parents lay in a pool of their own blood, torn to shreds. My eyes widened. A loud scream tore from my lips. My stomach twisted as I fell to my knees, retching from the horror in front of me.I rushed toward them.“Mum! Mum!” I screamed, shaking her lifeless body. No response. Tears streamed down my face.“Dad! Dad!” I cried, shaking him too. Nothing.“A…Asher, I… I think I just shifted,” Azazel’s voice came from behind me, cracked and broken.I turned. He was covered in blood.“What did you do!” I lunged at him, pinning him to the ground, my hands shaking. “What do you mean you shifted? You can’t shift yet—you’re fourteen! You can’t even speak to your Lycan yet!” I yelled, tears blurring my vision.“I got so angry, then I heard his voice. Anuba. I didn’t know what to do. He said he would make me feel better, and I let him,” he sobbed.“What in Freya’s name are you talking about? Your Lycan

Calista He opened his massive jaws and snatched me, tearing me from the earth itself. His teeth grazed my skin—not enough to pierce, just enough to remind me I could be devoured if he so chose. His breath was molten, suffocating, and the crushing heat of his mouth wrapped around me as he thundered through the forest like a storm given form. Every jolt snapped through my bones. My lungs screamed for air I couldn’t find.After what felt like hours compressed into heartbeats, he spat me out, and I collapsed into a slimy heap, coated in saliva and shaking. My hands fumbled, clawing at my own skin, desperate to feel something. And when I finally looked up. Not a forest. Not a cell. A cave, massive and ancient, carved into a mountain’s edge. It looked like his room—books and journals were scattered everywhere, stacked in messy piles, some open, some barely holding together. This wasn’t a prison. It was his sanctuary.He stood there not moving, just staring deep into my eyes. He growled

Calista “It's the wine! It's the wine!” one of them screamed, emptying his cup. Most of them were already on the ground, choking. What was more haunting was the fact that they didn't die! They were all on the ground, gushing out blood but not dying. It seemed like their bodies were healing but the poison kept eating at them. Tears poured down my face instantly, and my body shook. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Hundreds of people had collapsed before my eyes. Someone bolted toward the exit, as screams filled the air. A sharp whistle—A stone flew past me, fired from Azazel’s direction, and pierced the man’s skull. He crumpled. Blood soaked the floor beneath him. “Leaving so soon? The party is just getting started,” he said in the most haunting voice I've ever heard. The children screamed as his body dropped to the ground. They all rushed to a corner hugging themselves as they cried. I wanted to move, to help the children, but Azazel’s stare locked my body in place. Nyx grow

Calista My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned into him, kissing him with everything I had. I didn’t hold back, I couldn't. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him until there was no space left between us.I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just feel.His tongue slipped between my lips, teasing, coaxing, and I opened for him without hesitation. His breath was hot in my mouth and his lips soft and wet. His fingers trailed down my spine, igniting every nerve in their path.Heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading like wildfire, and my body responded instantly—wet, wanting, alive. Then he pulled back slightly, taking a step back. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have. That was inappropriate of me.”I could barely register his words through the fog of want.Screw guilt. Screw fear. I needed this—I needed him.Before he could finish his next sentence, I moved. I grabbed his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him like my life depended on it.He responded instantly—one hand slidi