All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dominic’s POVThe council chamber kind of shrank around me, despite those ridiculous high ceilings and all that old stone shouting its ancient importance. My father’s throne loomed behind... it practically hovered. Always lurking, reminding me just how screwed I’d be if I messed up.But today, it wasn’t the damn chair weighing me down. It was those voices, those sharp old eyes on me, slicing tiny wounds with every look and whisper.“This is unacceptable,” boomed Faelan, palms gripping the long table so hard I thought it’d splinter. “The Luna walks among the pack, unmarked, untethered. It’s chaos. Makes us look weak. Makes you look weak.”I kept my face still, zero reaction, but inside my stomach was doing Olympic-level flips. Of course, I knew this was coming. Didn’t imagine it’d be so soon.“She does her duties, and better than most we’ve had,” Orla piped up, voice careful but not, you know, wimpy. “She’s earned real respect.”“Pfft, respect’s not enough,” snapped Merek, sharp as bro

Dominic’s POVThe castle wasn’t just quiet, it was the weird kind of quiet that gets in your bones, makes you hyper aware of the stupidest stuff, like the sound of your own lungs working overtime. I should’ve been down the hall, in my room with Mira, playing the loyal partner, right? I promised her. But every time I looked at her, those eyes, wide and innocent in a way that made me want to crawl out of my skin. I felt this off-brand guilt clenching up my chest. And for what? Couldn’t even put a name to it. And Elora kept crawling into my head, like she set up camp there.The maids wouldn’t shut up, whispering about her being restless, showing off those ugly marks from the attack. I kept telling myself, Hey, this is just what an Alpha does, checks in on his Luna. Being responsible. Except that doesn’t explain why I’m sneaking along the west wing, my feet basically moving on their own, stopping outside her room like some lovesick idiot.I hesitated. Because Mira? If she caught me here

Dante’s POVThe second I turned away from her in the stupid garden, I already knew I was full of shit.That frost in my voice? The way I just shut her down, that was all just a mask. None of it is real. Truth is, underneath? I was a wildfire.Every time I was close to Elora, it felt like something was making me hold tight and refusing to let go. She wasn’t just the Luna. She wasn’t just my brother’s wife. She was...mine. In some way that distance couldn't be erased.Too bad she didn’t feel the same. Or maybe she did, but just not enough. Not enough for any sort of risk.And yeah, that drove me totally nuts.I charged out to the training grounds, ripping past everyone like a bomb about to go off. The other warriors actually flinched when they saw my face. “Keep swinging,” I snapped, snatching a sword off the nearest guy. I needed to lash out at something. Anything.Steel smashed together, and for a while, that’s all I heard, except that every blow was hers. Elora in my head. Her voice

Dominic’s POVHer words hit harder than a punch to the gut. Harder than a sword, even. I could practically feel the bruise blossoming inside me.She clearly knows what happened on that day. How could she accuse me of taking the throne?Couldn’t get them outta my head. Like, not even for a second. They just… sat there, rattling around my skull, gnawing at my patience until I felt like I might just snap. Faithful. To me. When she had every goddamn reason to walk away. When I’d left her out in the cold, let Mira sweep through the halls like some ghost, filling up the spaces that were supposed to belong to Elora.What the hell was wrong with me? I had convinced myself Elora was already halfway gone, body here, heart tucked away in Dante’s hands. Every suspicious glance, that weird buzz in the air when they crossed paths, the way the maids whispered behind their hands, all of it tangled around my mind until I felt poisoned. Like maybe I was just the guy with the title and she had chosen hi

Elora’s POVAt first, the whole thing slipped under my radar. Barely a blip, if I’m honest, I could have sworn it was me overthinking. But then it spun out, so gradually I almost missed it. Suddenly, any time Dominic talked to Dante in council, it was... brutal. No more of that old slow, begrudging consideration; he dished out his words like little cold bullets, barely even looking at him unless it was to stab holes through him with those icy stares. And then just like that, the orders start flowing fast.Border check, double patrols, endless guard briefings. Dante always did his share, but now the whole thing just reeked of punishment. All of a sudden, he was never in the palace. Meals? He’s a ghost, worn so thin he can barely sit up straight before Dominic tosses him out for another thankless errand.Breakfast was when I really noticed something was up.Those ridiculous long tables, shiny forks catching the sun like it’s normal. Mira, of course, is always glued to Dominic’s side, e