All Chapters of Fated to the Twin Alphas : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Calista “You look like hell. Are you okay?” she asked, eyes wide with concern.Why does she care? Why is she here?“I heard Lord Azazel roar a few hours ago. This is your room, isn’t it? I came to check on you.” Her voice was soft. Too soft. Her expression was genuinely concerned.Too genuine.My eyes flicked to the floor. Still spotless. The unnatural cleanness from earlier still rattled me.Did Ophelia clean it? Why? But Ophelia wasn’t looking at the floor. She was watching me."There's something different about her," Nyx snarled sniffing through my nose. Before I could speak—“529!” Madame Ysara’s voice cracked through the hallway like a whip.I flinched.She stood at the edge of the West Wing, arms folded, face void of emotion. I shut the door behind me, forgetting to lock it. My feet moved toward her on instinct. A sharp, sterile scent caught my nose the moment I drifted past Ophelia—faint, but unmistakably the trace of some harsh cleaning agent. When I glanced back, Ophelia

Azazel I went for a walk after the youngling left my chambers — just as I’d promised myself, I didn’t speak to her. Didn’t even look her in the eyes. I had left Vivianne by herself and for some unknown reason, she seemed cheerful. I could tell she was up to something but since the youngling was safe I didn't care what she was up to. I had only realized how strongly I had invested myself in her when I almost killed her with my bare hands just for the fact that she was obeying Ysara's orders. But that's not an excuse! I also need to speak to Ysara about that! Even if I don't want to want her I can't have her around Asher. I had decided to visit Asher's sanctuary when I couldn't find him in his chamber or his art room. I'd hoped I'd see him and make him thank me for saving his life since he had refused to come see me. That's when I saw her! just standing there as the wind tugged at her silver hair and she looked so peaceful. What is she doing here? How did a maid wind up at Asher'

AzazelI lunged straight for the witch who had ripped the youngling’s heart out, but before I could reach her, Alpha Fenrik pulled a branding rod from the furnace and slammed it against the burning symbol on my chest.I felt nothing—no pain. Just madness. Emptiness.My eyes locked on his. The smirk on his face vanished, but he didn’t look terrified.He grabbed my arm. “Don’t make me kill you, child! It’s already done!” he roared.But his words were just wind in my ears.I refused to look at the youngling lying lifeless, a massive hole torn through her chest.A roar ripped from my throat as I tore the branding rod off my skin. My fist clenched and slammed into his right eye.Then the pain. A claw shredded the tendons in my ankle, trying to paralyze me.BUT I FELT NOTHING.Only the hunger to kill. To taste blood.My vision blurred. Shapes and symbols danced where people should’ve been.As I twisted, I hurled the branding rod behind me—straight into Rowan.He roared from the impact.The