Alle Kapitel von A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

AgathaThe clink of my father’s fork against porcelain was maddening in its steadiness. Each scrape, each measured cut of meat was like a judge’s gavel against my skull. He didn’t look at me for long at first… just long enough to narrow his eyes and search for something I wasn’t sure I wanted him to find. Weakness. Doubt. Or maybe even guilt.But when his gaze finally broke away, settling back on his meal, I let myself exhale.“What are the Elders saying about your relationship with the Alpha?” Father asked, his voice steady, casual, yet laced with something warmer than I expected. Concern. It was a rare currency from him of late, and one I wasn’t entirely sure how to spend.I tilted my head, keeping my tone light, unconcerned. “They aren’t very welcoming. They whisper, they murmur, but Josiah is unyielding. He’s already made it clear he wants me and no one else.” I speared a portion of rice and chewed deliberately, as if their disapproval mattered no more to me than the seasoning on

DaisyEnrique moved with that maddening efficiency of his, folding and packing as though every second of his life were measured by some invisible clock. Within minutes, his suitcase was closed, locked, and resting by the door. I watched him from my vanity, brush in one hand, lipstick in the other, feigning disinterest.“We leave for Bogotá in ten minutes,” he said, voice low, commanding. That voice of his had a way of crawling under my skin… it was steady, unshaken and with the weight of authority he didn’t truly have. “We don’t have much time. Hurry up, Princess.”Ten minutes. Of course. I let a smirk curve my lips, dragging the bright red color across my mouth with deliberate slowness. He had returned only two days ago, punishment complete, his slate clean, and yet he dared speak to me as if I were still a child in need of shepherding.“We leave in an hour,” I said, deliberately calm, as though I hadn’t even heard his order. “I have things to pick up at the mall.” My tone was syrupy

DaisyThe Pack’s soldiers dragged the battered rogue away, his bloodied form limp between them. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, even though I should have looked away. My brothers would call me soft-hearted for it, but there was something in his eyes before they hauled him off… something that reminded me not everyone chooses to be a rogue. That others were forced by circumstances.“What’s going to happen to him?” My voice came out quieter than I intended, a bare whisper, yet it carried.Enrique didn’t even flinch. His expression remained carved from stone as he moved ahead of me and held the car door open with that maddening patience of his. I slid into the passenger seat, carefully, gracefully, as though my composure mattered more than anything else. Maybe it did. Maybe I always wanted Enrique to notice that part of me… the poise, the elegance, the way I carried myself like I was untouchable.He followed, settling behind the wheel with that quiet confidence that was both reassuring a

DaisyIn all my life, I never thought that I would be the kind of girl to make the first move on a man. My brothers had always painted me as untouchable, too fragile to be looked at, too guarded to be loved. But since Enrique came into my life as my bodyguard, always lurking in the shadows like a quiet, brooding storm, something in me had changed.At first, I thought it was admiration. He was strong, silent, terrifying in ways that made even the fiercest rogues hesitate. But the longer he stayed, the more I noticed the small things… the way his jaw clenched when someone spoke harshly to me, how his eyes softened for just a second when he thought I wasn’t looking, how his silence wasn’t empty, but filled with thoughts he would never share.Somewhere along the way, admiration had become yearning. And yearning had become unbearable.I knew Enrique would never act on whatever he might feel. Not with me being who I was; the alphas’ sister, his superior, and a responsibility he hadn’t asked

Enrique“Your brothers will kill me,” I murmured, though my tone carried little worry. I had already crossed the boundary that I knew I shouldn't have.The truth was, if Brynn or Frynn ever discovered what had just happened, I would be a dead man walking. But right then, as Daisy’s small body curled into mine, her skin still hot from the fire we had just shared, I couldn’t bring myself to care. My arm tightened around her, possessive, protective. I wanted her closer, as if the simple act of holding her could delay the avalanche of consequences that was bound to come crashing down on me.She nestled deeper against me, a satisfied hum leaving her lips. Her eyelids drooped with the pull of exhaustion. “They don’t have to know for now. We can wait until my parents return from the cruise and then they will support me,” she whispered, voice muffled against my chest.I stared down at her, my heart clenching. She was so damn delicate, like porcelain; warm and breakable in my arms. She wasn’t