All Chapters of A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DuggarThe forest was quiet, but inside me there was nothing but fire. I could still taste Josiah’s voice, that false tone of regret and false humility. He had the audacity to look me in the eye and speak of apologies, as though his father’s sins were a small stain that could be wiped away with words. I had listened, outwardly calm, but every syllable was another reason to sharpen my claws.He thought I would believe him. He thought his performance… talking of Niagra’s corruption, of elders who used him, of his supposed shame over what Crimson Pack had done to Silent Blues, would loosen my guard. But I saw through it. Josiah’s hypocrisy stank worse than blood left to rot in the sun.If he truly meant what he said, he would have stepped down. He would have offered me Crimson Pack in reparation. He would have laid his head down and admitted that Pedro, his father, had been nothing more than a usurper who preyed on betrayal, weakness and fear. But Josiah is his father’s son. He cannot st

BrynnThe Fiato kingdom had always prided itself on records. Every birth, every oath, every battle won or lost was written down somewhere, if not in the archives, then in the stories of our elders. And Frynn and I had learned long ago that stories often carried more truth than the neat ink of ledgers.Still, the Crimson pack was different. Their history felt… brittle, rewritten, smudged at the edges. Every time we reached for a thread, it frayed between our fingers.We had spent the better part of two weeks digging into Mia’s life there. Every source we consulted, traders, wandering wolves, even healers who had once traveled through, gave us little more than vague recollections. A quiet girl. Kept to herself. Worked hard. Niagra’s ward, Agatha’s shadow. Nothing damning, nothing enlightening. Just the kind of emptiness that felt deliberate.“Too clean,” Frynn muttered one evening, tossing a scroll onto the table between us. His temper always ran quicker than mine, but I shared his frus

MiaI had been cooped up in the healer’s hut for what felt like an eternity since the twins had been very busy. The old man’s hut, hidden in a grove halfway down the mountain, smelled of herbs and smoke and something older than time itself. Days blurred together; mornings marked by bitter teas, nights haunted by restless dreams. My body was mending and I had learnt more than I thought possible in that short amount of time, yes, but my mind… my mind felt caged.So when my phone buzzed against the wooden table, it startled me out of the half-trance I had been in. The name on the screen made my lips curve despite myself: Brynn, my mate.I answered, pressing the phone to my ear.“Mia,” Frynn’s voice came first, warm but edged with urgency. “We are coming to get you. You’ve been hidden away long enough.”Before I could respond, Brynn’s steadier tone cut in. “We’ll be at the grove in less than an hour. Don’t move until we arrive.”For a heartbeat, I wanted nothing more than to let them come

MiaThe two men hesitated, circling me like the wolves they were but unsure of their prey. I could taste their unease. It was sharp, metallic, mixing with the blood on my tongue.“You are bluffing,” the shorter one spat, but his voice lacked conviction. He gripped the knife tighter, knuckles whitening. “Glow in your eyes or not, you are still just a girl.”His words almost made me laugh. Just a girl.Hadn’t they all said that once? Back in the Crimson Pack, every sneer, every shove, every strike of the whip carried that same poison: weak, small, nothing. I had believed it. For years, I had carried that lie as if it were scripture.But tonight, as heat pulsed under my skin and the forest itself seemed to draw closer, whispering through the leaves, I knew the truth.I was more.He lunged then, knife gleaming in the dim light. My body moved before thought could catch up. I caught his wrist mid-strike, and the moment our skin touched, a crackling jolt surged from me into him.His scream t

MiaThe sound of my name ripped through the air, raw and desperate.I froze. My heart knew that voice before my mind did. I turned, slowly, as if afraid it would vanish like mist if I moved too fast. And then I saw them… two silhouettes stepping out of the trees, tall and broad, moving with that familiar strength that always made me feel… safe.Brynn. Frynn.My mates.A week apart had stretched like a year, like chains around my chest. And now, in the space of a heartbeat, they were here.The fire in my veins, the strange glow in my eyes, the cold fury that had carried me through that fight… everything melted away. I ran. My feet hardly touched the ground before I leapt forward and threw myself at them, wrapping my arms tight around both of their necks.They caught me without hesitation, strong arms locking around me, pulling me against them until I was crushed between their chests. I buried my face into Brynn’s shoulder, inhaling the wild pine scent that was him, while Frynn’s hand s