All Chapters of A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

JosiahThe candle on my desk had burned low, its flame guttering under the faint draft creeping through the study window. Shadows danced across the parchment spread before me: battle plans, routes, coded letters. None of them offered comfort.“Callen,” I said, tapping a finger on the map, “the patrol lines have to move farther east. They’re closing in too tight. If we want to take her, we can’t risk open confrontation with the Fiato twins. We lure her, quietly.”My gamma leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “You mean ambush her?”“I mean capture her,” I replied, voice sharp, final. “Alive. The twins have made her into something dangerous. If we wait any longer, she’ll become unstoppable and out of reach.”There was a long pause. Callen’s jaw worked, the candlelight carving hard lines across his face. “Josiah, this isn’t just another fight. You saw what she did to those men Agatha sent. They were beaten half-dead, broken. She isn’t the same girl you…”“...rejected?” I finished for him,

AgathaThe night had never felt so heavy.The candles burned low, their flames trembling in the stale air as if they, too, feared what lingered in the dark corners of my chamber. I had been waiting for word for three nights now, three long, sleepless nights, and still, no one had returned.Not the men I had sent to find and kill Mia. Not even their shadows.Something was wrong.I sat by the window, my eyes scanning the forest beyond the walls of the Crimson Palace. The moonlight bathed the trees in silver, but even the wolves were silent tonight. Usually, their howls carried news: blood, victory, death, but tonight there was nothing. Only silence.“Fools,” I hissed under my breath, my nails digging into the armrest of the chair. “You incompetent, useless beasts.”I had sent two of my most loyal trackers, men whose wolves were bound to me by blood magic. I could feel them, once. Hear their thoughts as faint whispers when the moon rose. But now, even those whispers had died.Something,

JosiahAfter I sent Callen out, I sat behind my desk, the faint glow of the candle burning low, casting long shadows that clung to the shelves. My mind was a battlefield of thoughts: Niagra’s words were still ringing in my head, Callen’s earlier reports, the plan to finally deal with Agatha. Everything was spiraling faster than I could catch it.I had been ready to end it, to end her.Agatha had been too quiet since Niagra’s departure, and I had assumed that it was the silence of a serpent waiting to strike and I wasn’t wrong.I rubbed my temples, fatigue gnawing behind my eyes. “We should’ve done this long ago,” I muttered to myself. “Before she…”Then the mind-link flared in my head, sharp and urgent.“Alpha.” It was Callen’s voice, quick and uneven.My spine stiffened. “Report.”“Abort the mission,” he said immediately. “Do not send the guards. Not yet.”My pulse kicked. “What? Why? We can’t keep waiting, Callen. Every second she’s free, she…”“Listen to me.” His voice dropped

JosiahWe set out in the early morning, around three when the pack was silent and asleep.The moon hid behind a thick curtain of clouds as Callen and I crossed the Crimson borders under the cover of silence except the sound of the hooves. The forest beyond was unfamiliar. It was old, wild, and heavy with something that made the air itself feel alive. Even the night creatures that usually stirred in the undergrowth kept their distance, as if the darkness here belonged to someone else.We moved without a word, the hooves of our horses crunching against dry leaves. I could feel Callen’s nerves through the faint tremor of his aura. It wasn’t like him to show fear, but I didn’t blame him. The Veiled Hollow was not a place wolves dared to tread. Our ancestors had spoken of it only in fragments, their voices laced with awe and warning. A place where time stilled. Where the spirits of those who defied fate were said to wander forever.We came to a place where the horses refused to move forwa

JosiahThe world vanished in silence.No sound, no scent, no wind… only the cold pulse of nothing pressing against my skin. The mist thickened around me until it was impossible to see my own hands. I called for Callen once, twice… my voice was swallowed whole. The Hollow had separated us.I turned in circles, but the mist moved with me. It wasn’t air. It was alive, breathing, whispering and shifting with unseen eyes. Then, faintly, the ground beneath my boots began to pulse. With every heartbeat, the fog glowed red from beneath, like embers awakening under ash.Then a voice came, not one voice, but thousands, layered and hollow, as though every throat I had silenced now spoke at once.> “Alpha Josiah… son of Pedro… heir of blood and ruin…”My breath hitched. The mist parted, and something stepped forward.It was him.Pedro.My father stood a few feet away, but not as I remembered him, not the broad-shouldered man who taught me to kill before I learned to read. No. This thing was a rui