All Chapters of A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JosiahThe quiet in the council room had become unbearable. It wasn’t the kind of silence born from peace, but one that suffocated. It was thick, stagnant, and restless. The kind that made even the shadows tremble.I sat at the head of the long oak table, the weight of the Alpha’s crest pressing heavy against my chest. It had once meant power, respect… dominion. Now it felt like a collar.My mind was supposed to be on the reports before me, new land divisions, patrol routes, trade routes across the borders, but all I could see was her.Mia.Every word my gamma spoke faded into a blur, every sound turned to static. The memory of her face, of her eyes, those same eyes that once looked at me with something like faith, haunted me. There was no escaping them. Even now, they hovered over the parchment like ghosts of judgment.Callen cleared his throat. “Alpha,” he said softly, “the western patrol…”“Mia.” The name escaped me before I realized it had left my mouth.He paused, his jaw tighte

Josiah They had set the bride’s private room near the eastern niche: a place of calm, draped in pale linens and quiet oil lamps. My scout nodded. He moved like a shadow to the latch and found it loose, a guard had tied the door but, in a ceremony of etiquette, had left it with a token of respect. That was all the courtesy that would cost me a hundred men’s honor. I took it.No force there was impressed upon the lock. We merely opened and entered as guests misplaced. The room smelled of lavender and the faint metallic tang of silver. There she sat, a small figure on a cushioned chair, hands clasped in her lap. Even across a house, even before the world knew, she was luminous.I felt the old hunger then… not the hunger of a man for presence but for absolution. I convinced myself the taking would be brief, that seeing her again would make everything else intelligible. I would bring her back to the center of the things I had lost and ask for forgiveness in the only way I knew how: by con

BrynnAt first, I thought she had only slipped away for a moment.Maybe she had gone to get some air… the night was thick with lights, laughter, and the golden hum of celebration. The music swelled across the stadium like a living thing, and everywhere I looked, people were smiling. Daisy and Enrique were in the middle of the floor, radiant, wrapped in the glow of everything we built to make this day perfect.And yet… something in my chest twists.“Have you seen Mia?” I ask Frynn quietly as we watch our sister whirl in Enrique’s arms.He glances around, scanning the crowd. “She was with her maid earlier. Said she needed to rest after the dance.”But even as he says it, his brows draw together. The bond between us hums, that instinctive link that never lies, and I can feel his unease mirror mine. Something’s off.I push through the dancers, smiling briefly at guests who try to stop me. “Excuse me. Sorry… just a moment.” I move toward the corridor leading to the private chambers, where

MiaWhen I woke up, it wasn’t fear that greeted me. It was silence.A heavy, expectant kind of silence, the kind that clings to walls and waits to be broken.I stood in the middle of the room they had locked me in, sunlight filtering through barred windows, dust motes swirling like slow, lazy dancers. The villa smelled of old wood and secrets. For a man like Josiah, it was fitting, beautiful from the outside, hollow within.He thought this was a prison.I thought it was almost charming that he believed walls could hold me.My bare feet padded softly against marble floors as I explored the place. The door had no visible locks from the inside, but I could feel the enchantments woven into it… ancient, silver-threaded spells meant to contain witches. Someone must’ve told him I was one. I almost laughed.He truly thought that was enough.I moved to the window, the glass thick and cold beneath my fingers. The mountains stretched in the distance, quiet and indifferent, their peaks buried in

MiaI stood there smiling as I watched her shock. She seemed… not happy to see me. Not that I would have expected her to be.“Mia? What… you… what are you doing scaring me?” She finally found her voice."Not happy to see me, sister?” I taunted and chuckled as I looked at her miserable self.“So this is where he threw you,” I said softly, my voice carrying in the emptiness. “The mighty Agatha, reduced to a ghost in a ruined cage. How strange? The Luna of Crimson Pack thrown into a cold villa in the middle of nowhere. This looks like the cold palaces of those Xuanxuan Chinese novels.”“I asked you what you are doing here? Don't think playing nonchalance won't make see that you have always been afraid of me and you still are," she said and smiled thought she couldn't mask the fear.Agatha was draped in black, her hair tangled, her once-luminous eyes now dull with poison and bitterness. Yet, even in decay, she carried that same cruel grace.“Ha! Says you who was trembling a moment ago," I