All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dominic’s POV I sat by the window staring out. I tried to pick up the tea but my hands shook. “Your strength will come back,” she’d said, all hopeful that morning. Was she lying to me, or lying to herself?The healers did their song and dance, said the mate bond, blowing up tore through me like a wildfire, leaving nothing but scarred-up leftovers where my magic used to be. My wolf’s gone silent. Like, dead silent. Some days, I swear I can’t hear him at all, just a big empty in my head.Then comes the knock. Soft, like she’s afraid I’ll shatter. Elora’s voice follows. “Dominic? Can I come in?”“Always,” I rasp. I sound like sandpaper.She comes in, all gliding and calm, which somehow makes everything feel a little less suffocating. She’s juggling a folder, papers threatening to mutiny, and hair tied up like she forgot to finish it.“You missed breakfast,” she points out, shutting the door. “Council’s losing their patience.”“Shocking,” I mutter, slumping further. “They’ve been counti

Dominic’s POV “Alpha Luca’s declared war on NightShade pack.”I just sat there, staring at the poor councilman, fingers digging into the table.War.The one thing I swore I’d never drag my pack into. My body was still wrecked from that ritual...hands trembling every time I tried to stand. Elora slipped in quietly. “You heard,” she said, voice soft but sure.I just nodded, slowly. “Alpha Luca is coming for us.”She didn’t flinch. “Then we fight.”The way she said it made her sound like an Alpha...like more of an Alpha than I did. Maybe that’s what stung the most.She had become what I couldn’t anymore.I turned away, trying to steady my breathing. “You shouldn’t be the one to lead. This is my mess, my responsibility.”She got up in my face, voice low but sharp as claws. “And your life’s worth more than your pride. You can barely stand, Dominic. Let me handle this.”The way she said my name made me look up, and for a split second, I forgot about the chaos outside.“You trust Dante?”

Elora’s POVWar drums weren’t rumors anymore, they were banging right in our faces.By sunrise, the whole training yard was a madhouse. Blades getting sharpened, blacksmiths hammering away like they were trying to break the sky. Dante was hunched over the map table, cracking his neck, looking about ten years older than yesterday. Neither of us had slept... no real surprise there. He traced the map with a finger, red markers crawling along our border, the route the enemy was taking plain as day.“They’ll hit the eastern valley,” he muttered, matter-of-fact, like he was reading out the weather. “It’s the only stretch wide enough for that many boots. But it’s the move everyone expects.”I leaned in, following where he pointed. “So, you want archers on the ridge?”He nodded, eyes a little wild. “Make ‘em climb for it. By the time they reach us, they’ll be half-spent. We might actually stand a chance.”Nobody wanted to flat-out disagree with Dante, but nobody was jumping to say yes, eithe

Mira's pov. “Borders look soft tonight,” the Blood Fang scout whispers, his voice scraping past my ear and making my skin crawl. He jerks his chin. I track the motion, catch sight of the north wall, guards up there all drawn in by the decoys we tossed their way. Suckers. All it takes is a little distraction; suddenly, a fortress is a sieve.“East side,” I mutter back. “We go in from the east. No mess. No bodies unless we have to. We want eyes and ears, not trophies. Let ’em dance for us before the horns even start.” The guys nod, falling in behind me like they’ve been rewired for it. That kind of obedience is addictive. We slip through the dark, quiet as any ghost story you ever heard. The Blood Fangs know these woods like they know their own scars on me, I’m just trying to keep up, but I learn quickly. Right near the border, where old cabins are just piles of rot and moss, my first contact shows. I remember an omega from when she walked around the palace kitchens, always head down

Dante's pov When I came to, the first thing I noticed was warmth. Real, human warmth. Not the fake kind you get from a blanket or the sun sneaking in. This was softer, heavier. Made me want to melt back into the mattress.I finally bothered to look down.Elora, out cold in a chair, head tipped onto the mattress, clutching my hand like it was her lifeline. The poor girl’s fingers were small, rough from training, but she held on gently, like she was afraid I’d slip away if she let go. She must’ve nodded off mid-vigil, battle over or not.Couldn’t help it as a smile snuck up before I could chase it off. Elora, the Alpha’s Luna. Meant to be made of steel, running a kingdom. But right now? She just looked… young. Wrecked. So painfully, honestly human.I shifted a bit. Mattress creaked. She blinked awake, slow at first, then suddenly sharp. “Dante?” Voice all hoarse and hopeful. The girl nearly fell out of the chair trying to sit up. “You’re awake.”“Barely,” I croaked. My mouth felt like