All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dominic’s pov. What I saw first was Dante, all wrapped up in bandages. And Elora's head tucked against his hand like she might melt into him, her fingers holding his. She was fast asleep.I didn’t say a word.There wasn’t any blame boiling in my silence, no secret hope she still belonged to me. That ache in my chest was pure, sharp, ugly. Like someone had ripped open an old scar just to see if it still hurt. I turned and walked out quietly even though I wanted to demand answers. The air outside was cold. The camp was buzzing with soldiers sharpening swords, scouts dragging in from the woods, and I could not afford to fall apart right now.I sighed, even though my hands were shaking. Still not back to full strength since the bond broke. Felt empty, like someone scooped out the important bits and left me running on fumes. Maybe that’s exactly what happened. That bond tied me to her once—to Mira, to some fate I never wanted. Now? All I had left was duty. Yay.I headed for the war tent

Elora’s POVA howl sounded outside, I was sure I was dreaming. The hall exploded, door splintering, kid screaming bloody murder, swords clashing loudly.I snapped awake, just dropped whatever I was holding. The candle nearly burned my fingers. These halls, the ones I could probably navigate blindfolded, suddenly felt like enemy territory, moonlight twisting everything, shadows darting. People yelling everywhere: “To arms! To arms!” And the palace felt more like a trap than home.Dante was already up, somehow faster than me. I caught him on the stairs, facing all the hard lines and shadows, and he still had fresh bandages across his side. Didn’t slow him down even half a step. “Elora,” he said, voice flat and sharp. “Children’s wing. East corridor. Guards slowed them, but they’re cutting in through the kitchens, heading for the nurseries.”My stomach just… dropped. Hot, ugly panic. I could picture it, small kids, asleep and clueless, danger crawling right up to their beds. Couldn’t br

Elora’s POVThe letter shook in my grip, my knuckles turning white as I read it to the council. Mira’s script was all sharp angles and poison, every word practically hissing off the page.Next, the NightShade Pack will fall. And when it does, you’ll know what it means to lose everything you tried to protect.Yeah, not exactly subtle, right?I dragged my eyes up, met the stares of my warriors and the old guard. Not a soul spoke. “She’s coming for the pack,” I said. Or tried to sound tough... truth is, my stomach was doing flips. “If that falls, we’re screwed. The heart of our defense goes with it.”Dante was pacing at the back, hand pressed to his ribs. He didn’t say a word, just locked his eyes with me. “So, we hit first,” I said, pushing through. “We send scouts ahead, block the passageways. If Mira wants Crescent Moon, she’s gotta go through us.”A few people muttered, fear bleeding through even the bravest faces. Could I actually lead them? I barely believed it myself. Dominic lo

Dante's pov.She squeezed her eyes shut... just a blink, but it felt like falling off a cliff and hoping you’d land somewhere soft, then she snapped them open. “If we don’t,” she said, “she’ll take out two packs. Waiting’s the real gamble.”I shook my head, voice barely above a whisper. “But if we do? We become her.”She gripped her spear so tight the damn wood almost screamed. You could see the war in her, duty or mercy, brave or just plain foolish. She was mapping out futures in her head, every path littered with bodies or hope or both. Her face looked so tired that it hurt to look at it. I knew that kind of tired. I squeezed my knife until it hurt. “Let’s go,” I said, too soft, almost pleading. “We can’t sit on this ridge and plan the apocalypse.” My voice tried to sound bossy, but honestly? I just needed someone to choose life over revenge.She stood, slow and deliberate, and just before we moved, she looked at me like she was remembering every invisible debt a Luna carries. She

Dominic’s POV The place reeked of death before I even got close. The smell of smoke, blood, and fur mixed together straight up my nose. My wolf was clawing at the inside of my skin, itching for a fight, wild and pissed.I kicked my horse hard. He shot forward like he was on fire, hooves pounding so loud as he ran. I caught a shimmer in the air... Mira’s signature. I bit my lips hard. Every step closer just made everything inside me twist.She was here.And Elora too.That thought? Knife to the guts. I could almost taste her fear and stubborn fire. Even though our bond was a mess, it still stayed in the corners of my head, like a bruise that never faded. Mira’s poison had nearly finished me off, left me half a man for weeks. But the second I heard Elora was in trouble, my body remembered exactly how to fight.How to kill.The fortress finally came into view, busted up and burning like hell. Shadows darted along the walls, wolves tearing each other apart up there. I caught a glimpse of