Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

MiaI didn't feel anything.Not nostalgia, not bad for the way they had treated me, nothing.It was all air to me.If it weren't for my mates insisting that we go back to my pack and let them know that I was well, I wouldn't have bothered. Why bother with people who didn't bother about me?Agatha's acting was getting worse by the day and it was not surprising that she thought she could act before me. Even though the twins didn't say anything, I could tell that they could see through her act.She wasn't a good actress after all.When Josiah came, I didn't feel the hurt I thought I would feel. All was empty. Where my love for him was, there was now an ice cube that wouldn't be moved. Where my mate bond with him was, I now get the twins' energy run through me.And father? Ha! He didn't even acknowledge me and it didn't hurt like it did before. To him, I was invincible. I had killed his wife and he had condemned me to never be loved again and… it was okay. There was no love lost between u

MiaI could almost hearAgatha's pride as she thought that she had cornered me. The twins had agreed to leave me here for the night, but I wasn’t naïve. They weren’t men who simply turned their backs and trusted chance. No. They were hunters, protectors, rulers. And I was their center now. Whether I could see them or not, I knew they were near, hidden in the folds of shadow.That was the only reason I allowed Agatha to smile like a viper and slither her way closer.She thought she had me cornered. She thought I was alone.She thought wrong.“Still quiet, sister?” She mocked as she motioned for her two companions to flank me. “You never did learn how to fight back. Always so pathetic. Always a weakling. No wonder Joshy didn't want you.”I tilted my chin, watching her with a calmness I didn’t feel. My wolf stirred inside me, claws itching to rip through skin and bone, but I forced her down. Not yet. Not here. If I let her out now, all of this would be too easy.No, I wanted Agatha expos

MiaThe sound of shattering bones still echoed in the air. The backyard had fallen into a heavy silence, the kind that presses against your ears until your heartbeat becomes the loudest thing you can hear. Agatha’s shrieks had cut through that silence like jagged glass, her pride torn apart along with her skin. Her larkeys lay groaning on the ground, their broken hands twisted at unnatural angles after daring to touch me.And the Fiato twins were not finished.Brynn and Frynn stood like gods of judgment, their presence filling the yard until even the walls seemed to tremble. Their eyes blazed with fury, the kind of rage only brothers could summon when someone harmed their family; worse still, their Luna."Two slaps?" Frynn’s voice was low, vibrating with a cold kind of violence. His gaze fixed on Agatha, who knelt with blood trickling from her mouth. "Two slaps for her?" He turned to his brother, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "What do you think, Brynn? Shall we return the favor

JosiahI couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it because then, my world, everything I believed in, would come crumbling down. The air around us was suddenly suffocating even if we were outside. It was as if the trees themselves closed in around me. My fingers tightened around the jeweled hairpin I had just yanked from Agatha’s maid's trembling hands. Its cold weight dug into my palm, but it was not the bite of gold and diamonds that unsettled me.It was the memories it carried.Could I have been wrong all along?The sight of the delicate pearl-studded pin, glinting faintly under the late sun’s glow, ripped open a door in my mind that I had long since bolted shut.I staggered back a step. My breath came short. For years, almost a decade even, I had buried that night in the darkest corner of my memory, convincing myself that it did not matter. That I had misremembered. That perhaps my imagination had filled in the gaps. But now… now it came flooding back, sharp as a blade.I w

JosiahThe night was a predator that refused to release me.I sat alone in my study, the fire reduced to little more than a skeletal glow, and the silence pressing down like a stone on my chest. Sleep would not come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mia’s face, her eyes hardened with indifference as she walked away from me. I called her name, and she did not even turn her head. She clung to the twins as if they were her whole world, and perhaps they were.She had been mine once, and I had destroyed her with my blindness.The hairpin glimmered on my desk like a shard of memory, a cruel reminder of my folly. I picked it up, the pearls cold against my palm. That night, my darkest night, I had been broken, bloodied, slipping into unconsciousness, waiting for death. And before the world went black, I had seen this hairpin. The only proof that an angel had stood between me and death.I believed it was Agatha. I wanted to believe it was Agatha. She whispered lies that wrapped around me lik