All Chapters of The Alpha Twins Plaything: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DRAVEN“I’m yours to command, Alpha.”The words hadn’t even settled but something shifted in the air, it wasn't loud like a sound or visible that the eyes could see but I felt it deeply. It crawled through the clearing like an invisible ripple, brushing against my skin, slipping beneath my ribs, and curling around my wolf in a way that made him lift his head instinctively, very slowly, and warily. The second tracker just knelt and kept his eyes focused on Rory. The first one’s submission deepened, too; his shoulders dropped lower, and his head bowed further, almost as if he competed with the second tracker. His breathing synced with the second tracker’s like something inside them had suddenly aligned without either of them meaning to.My stomach dropped. These were the ancient signs of an Alpha's pack formation. Rory staggered back a step beside me, her breath hitching sharply.“No…” she whispered, shaking her head so hard her hair clung to her damp cheeks. “No, not again… please.

SELENEI feared this would happen but I didn't know it would happen so quickly. At this point it wasn't an accident and a human marked by two Alpha wolves seemed to have opened up something in the ancient world. We've been in this forest for way too long, and now Malrik knows there's another Alpha in his territory, or else these patrol wolves wouldn't be here. I watched with horror and I hate to admit it, but a twinge of pride as all seven patrol wolves bowed their heads low enough for their foreheads to brush against dirt like they were offering their throats in surrender. I've long wanted these patrol wolves to be put in their place. Ever since Malrik arrived and elevated them they've always been acting so high and mighty. It was a bit refreshing to see them being reduced to nothing before a human but as I stared at Rory now I was certain she was anything other than a human. Deep down my wolf was screaming with fear. As a trained pack fighter we were supposed to stay loyal to t

DRAVENI had seen submission before. Wolves kneeling to power wasn’t new. I had made a grown Beta bow with nothing but my voice. I had watched entire patrol units drop to their knees under my father’s command.But this wasn’t like the normal submission, this was surrender. Every patrol wolf in that clearing was bent toward Rory like their spines had been pulled down by something ancient and irreversible.Their foreheads brushed dirt, and their shoulders were lowered, exposing the back of their necks, offering vulnerability in a way no trained wolf would ever do unless their Alpha stood before them.And Rory looked like she was about to be sick. Her chest heaved in short, uneven bursts, breath hitching so hard I could hear it above the forest.Her fingers were curled into fists so tight her knuckles had gone bone-white. The scent of her panic flooded the clearing, sharp and suffocating.“I didn’t—” she whispered.One of the wolves shifted toward her.That was enough, I thought as I gr

DARIUSSomething was wrong with the packhouse. I knew it before I even crossed the boundary line of Malrik’s territory.The moment my foot stepped past the wards, my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my ribs like he’d caught a scent that didn’t belong.The packhouse was never silent at night. Even in the dead of darkness, there was always something like the low hum of a mindlink passing through patrol units, the soft murmur of Omegas in the lower halls, the steady rhythm of guards rotating at the gates.Tonight, it felt like someone had reached into the center of the pack bond and twisted.I glanced sideways at Draven as we moved through the trees toward the main compound. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the shadows instinctively like he expected something to leap out at us.“You feel that?” I asked quietly.He didn’t answer immediately but I didn’t need him to. I felt the moment his wolf pushed against mine through the blood bond we shared.Our wolves were uneasy. “Yes,” he muttered fi

ELIJAHThe house smelled of herbs. It clung to the walls, seeping into the cracks of the floorboard and settling into the fabric of the curtains that hadn't been replaced since the invasion. I gagged at the horrible smell of the herbs I had prepared, grateful I didn't need it. Since I couldn't afford to buy her normal medicine she was supposed to take herbs to make sure she and the twins were fine. Ever since the invasion, it's been a struggle. Even though they turned our daughters into currency, they still demanded a heavy tribute from what we gained from them. I shifted in the bed behind her and the wooden frame creaked softly under my weight. The old thing needed to be replaced else it'd collapse one day but I couldn't even get a fucking wood to chop without paying tribute! “I told you not to boil that much,” she muttered, her voice strained with exhaustion. “The babies will smell it when they’re born.”I didn't respond. How could I tell her that even after selling off my daugh