Semua Bab Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Elora’s POVEverything tips sideways.At first? Barely a blip. Just a twitch in my vision while I kneel down next to this kid, skinny knees, brown hair like mine, eyes massive and full of questions. She’s got the gift of talking. I’m fighting to keep the bandage straight, and she’s just talking nonstop like the pain meant nothing to her. “Luna, do you have a puppy?” she says, toes wiggling, all wound up.I try for a smile. “Not yet, kiddo.”She’s practically vibrating. “You should get one! I’d come visit him, and you could name him something cool. Like Moonpaw!”Her excitement was kind of contagious, but she’s starting to blur around the edges, and my hands shook. Wrapping a bandage shouldn’t be that hard. The air’s thick, too, all of a sudden.My voice barely scrapes out. “Moonpaw’s perfect.”Her face lights up, and she grabs my arm with a serious face. “Promise?”I nod, even though my chest is aching. “Promise.”Standing up? Bad move. The room does this weird carousel thing, little

Dominic’s POVNight was dead quiet, but my brain? Man, no chance. Still spinning from that fight with Dante. His words kept looping, his voice, all jagged and desperate, cracking when he said, “I can’t lose her.” Like hell I could.Yeah, I meant every word I said right back.But standing there, watching her, so fragile, so still, it just hit me like a curse. Like the universe picked us out, said, “Hey, you two? Suffer.” Real funny, fate.The pack was out cold. Healers bailed, guards parked outside, patrols making their rounds. All chill. Should’ve felt safe. Didn’t.I couldn't sleep. Not with her stuck in that weird limbo, half here, half… somewhere darker.So, yeah, I snuck out.The hallway stretched out forever, shadows everywhere, moonlight barely doing its thing through those massive windows. My footsteps felt loud, even though I tried to tiptoe. An air stank of burnt herbs and melted wax he healer had placed there. Before I went to her, I had to check on Dante. Needed to be sure

Dante’s POVI didn’t sleep a wink. Every time I shut my eyes, there she was... Elora, all ghostly and shaking, crying so hard her face was a mess. That sound she made, begging us not to force her choice? It just about gutted me.I just lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. The whole pack house was dead quiet, but nobody was actually sleeping. We were all just pretending this wasn’t happening. In the middle of the night, I heard footsteps outside my door. Soft. Hesitant. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was Dominic. He stopped right outside, just standing there. No knock, no words, just... waiting. Like maybe I’d say something. I didn’t. I knew where he was going. To her, obviously.So I kept quiet, faked sleep, even though my heart was hammering so loud it probably echoed. Waited until his footsteps faded away toward the east wing. Elora’s room.I still didn’t move. Wasn’t about to go after him like some pathetic loser. The thought of her waking up and seeing both of u

Elora's povI wanted to answer, but my voice wasn’t there. My head spun, everything heavy. The mark under my skin still throbbed, faint and annoying, except nothing was there. No spark. Just dead air.Silence. The kind that crushes.Dante grabbed my face, hands warm, desperate. “Say something,” he begged. “Did it work?”I swallowed, throat dry as bone. Managed a whisper. “It didn’t.”He froze up. His face just crumpled. I could see him thinking it, the healer’s words rolling around in his head. They echoed in mine too. True love’s mark, right? That magic that’s supposed to fix everything.Should’ve worked. Would’ve, if I’d really loved him the way the stories say.And that’s the part that sucks most.Because I did love him. Just… not enough. Not in the way it mattered.My neck burned, but underneath that pain, there was another pull. Barely there, but real, like something tugging me away. Not Dante.Dominic.Dante’s voice broke. “Elora…”My vision blurred. I tried to reach for him,

Elora’s POVI woke up to voices. Not the gentle, comforting kind, these were harsh and slicing. For half a second, I actually thought I was still dreaming. Everything felt floaty, unreal, the room’s edges all fuzzy and weird. My mouth felt like it was filled with dust, and my chest hurt. Then I heard them say my name.“You think I don’t see through you?” That was Dante. “You can’t help yourself, can you? I had to touch her again. I had to feel her.”And Dominic, keeping his voice low, said. “If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t even be alive right now. Don’t confuse my restraint for weakness.”My heart did this weird, panicked flip.Outside. They were outside again, fighting, of course.I sat up, slowly, because everything spun when I moved. My body felt heavy and useless. The last thing I remembered was Dante’s mouth on my skin, that burning mark, a burst of light, and then nothing. Just darkness, total blackout.I grabbed the side of the bed, trying to steady myself. The whole place