All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He dropped his voice, softer, but it cut deeper. “So don’t. But stop acting like you’re in this all by yourself.”Part of me wanted to just collapse, let him carry it all. Just for tonight. But I couldn’t. Not here. Couldn’t risk it.So, yeah, I gave him a short nod, tried to patch together whatever scraps of dignity I had left. “Fine. Side by side. For the pack.”He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. The look in his eyes said everything I was too scared to say out loud: this was never just about the pack for him.And, hell, if I were being honest? It wasn’t just about the pack for me anymore, eitherDominic’s POVWaking up felt like trying to claw my way out of muddy water—m, nothing clear, just blurry voices bleeding together and that weird, almost too-cold cloth pressed against my forehead. There was this smell, something old and safe...lavender mixed with that after-rain freshness. Elora. Only she ever smelled like that.I forced my eyes open, though honestly, it was more like squint

Elora’s POVNobody, and I mean nobody would’ve figured out where that cursed letter was hidden. Not unless you had psychic powers or just a real knack for bad luck.So get this: I literally tripped over it. Well, okay, not tripped, but my sleeve snagged on a busted edge in Dominic’s old nightstand, and there it was. Jammed in the fake bottom, smothered under ledgers older than sin and scraps of, like, absolute garbage. If I hadn’t been rooting around like some desperate, over-caffeinated raccoon, I would’ve missed the whole thing.At first, it looked like trash. But then my brain caught up, hold up, that handwriting? Way too careful. Every letter fussed over, all these weird little flourishes, like whoever wrote it was showing off. Made my gut clench up before I’d even read a word.The words, though, are so boring. Inventory stuff, border nonsense. But something was off. I kept reading it over and over, and it finally clicked, smacked me right in the face.This wasn’t about supplies

Mira’s POVThe summons hit me at dawn, right as I’d finally managed to drift off. Of course. Never fails. I’m sure I still had pillow creases on my cheek when that kid, one of the newer maids, bless her anxious little heart, came tapping at my door. Tapping is generous. It was more like a mouse sneezing. But she had that look, you know? Like if I even blinked too hard she’d bolt down the hall.“Alpha Dominic requests your presence,” she muttered, staring at her shoes like they’d grown teeth. As if I’d bite her head off for breathing near me.And just like that, I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Dominic? Wanting me? When did he wake up? Part of me wanted to run down the hall, but I was mostly bracing for disaster. Because if he was calling for me at this hour, it meant something was up. He had noticed. Maybe Elora's poison was finally working its way into his veins.I threw on my best poker face, waved the girl out, and tried to look all serene and untouchable. Inside, I was sweating

Elora’s POVThe rain just would not quit. It’d been coming down since, like, forever soaking the courtyard stones, flooding every damn gutter, turning the whole world that ugly, washed-out gray. Packhouse reeked of wet fur and old smoke, but underneath all that, there was something worse clinging to the air. Fear. It was everywhere now, thick as blood, crawling up my nose every time I breathed in.Dante was off doing the southern patrol thing, so I got left holding the bag. The proof had shown up that morning. A crusty old vial, half-full, glass all cloudy from years of god-knows-what. Healer dug it out of a busted satchel buried in Mira’s junk, foxbane residue caked at the bottom, same poison that just about finished Dominic off.I turned it over in my hand, fingers twitching. The poison looked almost pretty, just a thin line of glittery dust. Wild how something so small could nearly kill a guy.Dominic was up now, sort of. Weak as a kitten. Asked for tea, then passed right back out,

Mira’s POV There’s still something electric in the air, like the memory of us won’t quit. Stupid body still aches for him, even after everything. Pathetic, right?I finally broke. “So, you wanted to see me.” My voice comes out small, way more vulnerable than I planned. “Is this your victory lap? Or are you here to say sorry for throwing me in the dungeon?”He doesn’t blink. “Not here for apologies, Mira. This is about endings.”That lands in my chest like a steel-toed boot. “Endings?”“You’re being released,” he says. “Your father’s called for you. I’m sending you back to Dark Storm. I’m honoring his request.”My jaw drops in shock. “You’re kicking me out?”“Yeah.” He won’t even soften. Eyes locked on mine, flat as winter. “It’s the only way to stop a war. But before you go, we’re breaking the bond properly.”Everything just… stalls.I lurch a step closer, heart pounding. “You wouldn’t dare.”He’s quiet, but steel. “I would. I have to.”Now I’m laughing, but it’s ugly...it tastes lik