All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dante’s POVRumors flare through this palace like wildfire. Honestly, blink and you’ll miss three new scandals. By sunrise, half the staff was already whispering about the Alpha losing his cool with the Luna in the library. Supposedly, he had raised his voice; no one yelled in the library, and now, every maid was practically vibrating with the dirt, darting glances down the halls as they dusted. Like I couldn’t hear every word. Good try, ladies.Dominic went after Elora. Let that sink in, it makes my stomach twist. My own brother, a guy who should know her grit and fire better than anyone, just let his anger fly at the one person who’s been hauling this pack on her back while he has been stuck under Mira’s spell. And now look? Elora’s moving through the place like a wraith. All business, no light. Her voice has shrunk to short orders and that laughter? Gone.Saw her out on the training field later, hair pulled tight, stance all sharp corners and zero warmth. She watched those warriors

Elora’s POVThe maids woke me up again. Not even light outside yet. I mean, I barely knew where I was. New chambers, whatever...never really felt like mine, just something Dominic handed over when Mira strolled in and took the real deal. I guess that’s what borrowing feels like. That ache in my chest wasn't going anywhere, but I am not letting it run the show.The omegas shuffled in, soft as ghosts. One did the apologetic routine: “Luna, sorry if we woke you.” Tray in hand. The other had this pile of silk robes, fancy stuff, way too elegant for a pawn in someone else’s game.I just let them do their thing. Hot water steamed, washcloth pressed to my cheek. One untangled my hair, the other zipped me into this emerald robe that screamed Luna. Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror... stared back at some woman who looked way put together for how wrecked I felt inside. Not gonna lie, the pain was still there, a heavy, press-down-on-your-lungs kind of grief, but I could fake steady eyes.

Dominic's POVThe throne room was dead quiet. Just a couple of guards by the doors, standing ramrod straight. Still had that weird smell, old parchment mixed with candle wax from the council.“Where’s the Luna?” I asked, voice flat.One of the guards shifted, clearly not wanting to be the messenger of bad news. “She left the palace, Alpha. With Beta Dante.”That did it...a gut punch. Kept my face chill though. “Where?”“Wine shop in the city. She said she was restocking the cellars.”Wine. Of course. I could picture it perfectly. Elora and Dante were weaving through the city, acting like they owned the place. My Luna. My wife. And, wouldn’t you know, my brother.That stung.I told them to get the horses. I practically flew through those streets, cloak flapping like some storybook villain hot on the trail. It didn’t take long.Through the wine shop’s front window, I spotted them. Elora, golden light spilling all over her like some blessing. Holding a glass, looking relaxed. Dante? Way

Elora’s POV Well, the order just dropped, sharp as a guillotine, really, and, god, the shame that came after practically burned a hole through my chest. Anger didn’t even get a chance to show up, humiliation just took over. Imagine standing there, I’m supposed to be Luna, the so-called backbone of this pack, wife to a guy who you would think would have my back. But reality flipped its own rules and I’m the one getting shoved out, even though I’m the one who’s been stabbed in the back.I inhaled slowly in resignation. My pride was there, even if it was buried under a mountain of hurt. For a split second, I pictured just... refusing. Staying right there, maybe yelling the truth until my voice broke. And I could have pulled out the vial stashed in my pocket, solid proof that this whole thing was theater, pure manipulation. But standing in that room with Dominic barking orders, the servants peering down their noses, the maids already trembling with gossip, and the palace basically vibrat

Elora’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. Unfiltered, brutal, everywhere, grinding down through bone and muscle, like I had been chewed up and spat out by something with too many teeth. My arm pulsed where fangs had shredded skin. My ribs were on fire. Even my eyelids hurt. Figure that one out. Moving seemed like an actual joke. I just sort of floated there, somewhere between knocked-out cold and half-awake, pinned under the weight of it.And then, of course, came the dreams. Like the universe playing a movie for me. Bright hall. The walls are practically glowing. Gold banners, the whole royal-epic vibe, like someone hired all the angels. Way at the end: the throne, glittering, way too majestic for my taste, honestly. And standing right beside it? Dominic. In full hero pose. Back straight, gleaming armor, jawline deadly enough to cut glass. But his eyes went all soft the second he spotted me. Like I was the answer to a question he wouldn't say out loud.He held out his hand, palm