All Chapters of Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: Cormac BrennanLocation: The Inferno (Underground Casino), ShoreditchTime: Four Weeks After Father's DeathThe Inferno is three levels below a Shoreditch nightclub. Humans dance upstairs, oblivious to what's beneath their feet. The Veil keeps them ignorant. Keeps them safe from knowing what shares their city.I descend through a service entrance, past security that recognizes supernatural when they see it. Down concrete stairs that smell like old blood and older money.The casino opens up on the third sublevel. Massive space, magically expanded beyond physical dimensions. Roulette tables, card games, dice. Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour.Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia.I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Supernatural Holding Facility, Central LondonTime: Days After ArrestThe holding cell is underground, three levels beneath what humans think is an abandoned office building. The walls are concrete reinforced with spells that suppress supernatural abilities. I can't shift here. Can't access my full strength. Can't do anything except sit on this metal bench and wait.My wrists are still burned from the silver cuffs. They removed them when they threw me in here, but the damage is done. The skin is raw and blistered, healing slower than it should because of the silver poisoning. Every movement sends sharp pain up my arms.I've been here for two days. Forty-eight hours of sitting in this cell, replaying everything in my mind, trying to figure out who would frame me for murder. The list of people who even could do something like this is short. It would take resources, connections, access to pack territory. It would take someone with power.But I don't know any

POV: Isla ReidLocation: East End, WhitechapelTime: Three Days After EvictionI've been walking for hours. My backpack holds everything I still own. Three changes of clothes, my nursing certification that's useless now, and forty-three pounds in cash. That's what's left after paying Mum's care home for one more month.The East End looks different at night. Grittier. Darker. The Veil's thinner here, like the barrier between human and supernatural London is wearing away from overuse. Humans hurry past with their eyes down, sensing danger even if they can't identify it. They know not to linger in these streets after dark.I know where I'm going even though I've never been here before. Marcus mentioned the Rookeries when I tracked him down after the attack. Said it's where packless wolves end up when they have nowhere else to go. The supernatural slums of London.I can smell it before I see it. Werewolves. Dozens of them. Their scents overlap and blend together, creating this thick atmos

POV: Cormac BrennanLocation: Mordaunt's Townhouse, KensingtonTime: Two Days After Pack MeetingMordaunt's townhouse is in the best part of Kensington. Five stories of Georgian architecture, perfectly maintained, the kind of property that costs millions. To humans passing by, it looks like old money. To supernaturals, it looks like exactly what it is. Power.I ring the bell. A thrall answers the door. Male, maybe twenty-five, beautiful in that empty way thralls get after years of vampire venom addiction. His eyes are glassy and unfocused until he registers that I'm supernatural. Then something like awareness flickers in them."Alpha Brennan. Lord Mordaunt is expecting you." The thrall's voice is soft, musical. He's been trained to speak like this. Trained to be pleasant and decorative and completely subservient. "Please follow me."I follow the thrall through the entrance hall. The wealth is overwhelming. Original artwork on the walls. Paintings that should be in museums. Sculptures

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Supernatural CourtroomTime: Trial Day Three, ContinuedCourt reconvenes after a brief recess. I've spent the last twenty minutes in holding trying to process Cormac's initial testimony. The tears. The heartbreak. The way he said he still doesn't want to believe I'm guilty.It felt real. That's what's making me doubt myself. If Cormac's acting, he's better at it than anyone I've ever seen.Judge Harborough calls the court to order. "Prosecution, do you have additional witnesses?"Victoria Cross stands. "Your Honor, I'd like to recall Alpha Cormac Brennan to the stand. There are aspects of his relationship with the defendant we need to explore in more detail."Murmurs through the courtroom. Recalling a witness is unusual. Thomas starts to object, then stops. He's got no grounds to block it.Cormac returns to the witness stand. He's composed now, the crying from earlier mostly under control. He sits and waits.Victoria approaches. "Alpha Brennan, thank you