All Chapters of Mated Twice: A Wolf’s Dilemma: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The cabin smelled of damp wood and ash. The fire in the hearth struggled against the draft seeping through the broken walls, casting long shadows across the floor. Racheal sat in the center of the room, her palms pressed against the worn boards, eyes shut tightly as Damon and Lucas circled her like predators.“Again,” Damon said, his tone calm but firm. “Find my bond first. Anchor yourself in it.”Racheal inhaled deeply, reaching for the golden thread. It responded instantly, warm and steady, filling her with strength that steadied her pulse. She clung to it like a lifeline, feeling Damon’s presence wrap around her like sunlight on her skin.“Good,” he murmured. “Now hold it. Do not let go.”A sharp voice cut through the quiet. “Now take mine,” Lucas ordered, standing at her other side. His crimson aura crackled like heat against her skin. “Don’t hesitate this time. Let it burn. Feel it.”Her breath hitched as she reached for him. The moment she touched the second thread, her chest ig

The air inside the cabin thickened until it felt like breathing tar. Every movement, every sound was sharper, louder, as though the world itself was holding its breath.Lucas lunged again, his claws flashing as they struck against the hunter’s blade, the impact ringing like steel on steel. Sparks flew, illuminating his crimson aura. Damon flanked him, his golden light flaring brighter, forcing the masked one to twist and pivot to avoid being burned.And through it all, Racheal stood rooted, both bonds screaming inside her chest. The threads tangled together until they hummed with painful intensity.“Stop holding back,” the masked one hissed at her, his voice carrying over the clash of battle. He sidestepped Lucas’s next strike and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. “You think you can fight me with borrowed strength? You’re not theirs. You never were.”Racheal’s breath caught.“What are you talking about?” she shouted, her hands glowing more fiercely now.

The cabin door stood open, snow sweeping in with the early dawn breeze. Racheal stood in the center of the room, her wolf tense beneath her skin, her glowing hands curled into fists. Damon was at her left, golden light crackling faintly in his palms, while Lucas crouched low to the ground on her right, a predator ready to strike.The masked one appeared silently in the doorway, his black coat brushing the frame, his head tilted as though this were a casual visit and not the prelude to a hunt.“I must admit,” he said, his voice smooth as ever, “you’re full of surprises. Most would have fled by now. You… you stayed.”Racheal forced herself to meet his gaze. “You wanted me to stay.”His lips curved in a slow, amused smile. “Clever little wolf. Yes. I did. And now, here we are.”Lucas’s claws dug into the floor. “If you came here to talk, talk fast before I tear that mask off your face.”The masked one ignored him, his attention locked solely on Racheal. “You felt it last night, didn’t yo

The morning sun had barely cleared the trees when Lucas dragged a log into the clearing behind the cabin and split it clean in half with one vicious strike of his clawed hand. The air vibrated with the impact. “Again,” he growled, tossing half the log toward Racheal. She caught it awkwardly, the wood scraping her palms. Damon shot him a glare. “She’s not ready for brute force yet.” Lucas sneered. “She doesn’t need coddling. She needs to know what it feels like when her strength actually answers her. Because when he comes back, there won’t be time for gentle lessons.” Racheal set the log upright. Her hands shook, but not from weakness—her pulse raced with the memory of the masked one’s touch, of the way his dark aura had brushed against her soul. She needed to bury that fear, not feed it. She raised her hand and let the bond threads unfurl inside her. Damon’s golden warmth, steady and controlled. Lucas’s crimson fire, hot and wild. Both pulsed through her veins, colliding like riv

The Keeper’s words lingered long after his shadow dissolved into the forest. None of them spoke as they made their way back to the cabin. The night air felt colder, sharper, as if the trees themselves were listening.Inside, the fire was rekindled, but the warmth did little to ease the tension. Racheal sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing the bond scars at her wrist, feeling the faint hum of Damon’s steady presence and Lucas’s restless fire. Two threads, fragile yet unbroken.Lucas paced like a caged predator, his claws scraping faintly against the wooden floorboards. “We can’t just sit here. If the Architect’s reach is as wide as that old man said, every pack around us could already be compromised.”Damon’s reply was calm but edged with steel. “And charging blindly into enemy territory will get us killed before we even find the Veil of Ash. We need strategy, not recklessness.”Lucas snapped his gaze to him, eyes glowing crimson. “Strategy won’t matter if the masked one fi