All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Elora’s POVI thought he had vanished. After the mess I made rejecting Dante, heart pounding, voice like knives, my whole body shaking, I figured he’d just disappear for good. Not just the almost-mate I never signed up for, or that stupid, impossible pull in my chest I keep trying to stomp out, but even the shadowy sort of friend he’d managed to become since I landed in this bonkers pack.But no. Dante didn’t go all cold and dramatic like I'd pictured. Didn’t turn into some ghost skulking out of my periphery, didn’t suddenly find the floor extremely fascinating whenever we crossed paths. He actually stuck around.What shocked me was that he was actually nice. The first morning after I had burned everything down. I was out at the training ground, yelling at a bunch of teenagers who’d rather faint than spar with real intent. Trying to convince them not to suck so much, and then, my skin prickled, and I just knew he was coming before I spotted him. Dante has got that way about him.I br

Dante’s POVThe council chamber always has that weird smoky, inky, like maybe somebody dumped a bottle of cheap cologne on a mountain of paper. Scrolls everywhere, walls stacked so high, it’s a miracle no one got crushed yet. Torches barely hanging on, flames twitching and tossing shadows across the elders’ faces, exaggerating every wrinkle and frown. These meetings were supposed to be some kind of bureaucratic nap-fest. Chopping up land, arguing the price of rabbit jerky, moaning about broken wagons... but today felt off from the jump.All because Dominic went rogue.Just turned, plain as day, and locked eyes with Elora.“Well, Luna, what’s your take?” he tossed out, with that smooth, neutral tone he rocks when he’s pretending not to stir the pot. Like he wanted her opinion on the fog rolling in. The whole room went silent at once.My chest had an annoying clutch.Elora did a double-take. Blinking like she was surprised or something. I spotted that telltale shake in her fingers, but

Elora’s POVYes, he just said it. Well, everyone already knows me as Luna, but something about him saying this felt off. The festival’s noise just wouldn’t leave my head; it felt like it was stowed away in my ears, hanging around long after the lanterns sputtered out. The hall reeked of wine that’d gone everywhere except the goblets, roast meat, roses that were pretty hours ago but now just sagged off the pillars looking tragic. My feet? Screaming murder after standing, smiling, and doing the “good evening, Your Grace” routine to a ton of nobles and warriors who looked at me like I was actually important. Weird feeling. My throat felt like sandpaper from all that polite nonsense, but deep down? I kept replaying Dominic’s words.The sound still echoed between my ears. “This is Elora. My Luna.”Four words, and my whole world tilted sideways. I had braced for him to brush me aside, shove me into the shadows like usual, especially when Mira was around. But he pulled me into the daylight,

Elora’s POVThe hallway was empty as only my footsteps could be heard, and the rhythm of my heart too. I kept telling myself, don’t expect anything, don’t be stupid. Still, some cracked-off piece of me was hoping Dominic would be there. Not because he cared. Please, the guy’s obsession with Mira is legendary. It was like something in him always snapped when Mira appeared.The second I pushed the door open, it was like I forgot how to breathe as I stayed still for a moment.And there’s Mira. Not just hanging around or pretending to tidy up. Nope. She’s curled up against Dominic like she's been there forever, her head on his chest, both of them so neatly slotted together, it made me want to puke. His arm draped around her, not too tight, just... possessive enough. Message received, loud and clear.I didn’t move for a second. Every nerve in my body shouted betrayal, but I felt mostly nothing, like I had turned to stone. Mira looked at me, a little smirk plastered on her face as if tell