All Chapters of The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Keren’s POVThe morning after the lake was a fever dream I couldn't sweat out. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom heat of Ford’s breath on my lips and heard the desperate, broken honesty in his voice. I was furious with myself. I had spent five years building a fortress of ice, only to let it start melting because of a few well-timed apologies and a sunset.I was weak. And in this pack, weakness was a death sentence.By the time the sun hit the courtyard, I had made a decision. If Ford wanted to play with my emotions, I would show him exactly how much of a strategist I had become. I would overcompensate. I would bury the "soft" version of Keren so deep she’d never find the surface again.The twins arrived at my suite together to take Maverick to his first private training session. Ford looked at me with a hopeful, tentative light in his eyes, likely thinking our moment at the lake had changed the game. I didn't even look at him."Fabian," I said, my voice warm and laced w

Ford’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide with surprise at her blatant rudeness.Just as he was opening his mouth to say something, I let out a soft, melodic laugh that didn't reach my eyes."Wow. Is that how you talk to your Luna, Tanya?" I said smoothly. "Have you forgotten your manners along with your dignity?"Tanya’s eyes narrowed, her face flushing with anger. Then gave me a slight, mocking bow. "My apologies, Luna," she sneered. "I didn't see you there in the shadows."She started to rise, but I took a step toward her, my presence cold and absolute. "Did I ask you to stand?"Tanya froze halfway up, her eyes darting to Ford for help. But Ford was too busy staring at me, his mouth slightly agape.The silence stretched until Tanya, realizing no one was coming to her rescue, sank back into a deep, submissive bow."Keren," Ford said, his voice low as he reached out to touch my arm. "Let it go," he urged. "She said she didn't know you were standing there, and she’s apologized."I

The women exchanged uncertain looks.“Come on,” I urged, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “You don’t start a discussion and stop halfway,” I said, pouting dramatically. “It’s just mean.”Finally, one sighed. “Miss Bree kind of made you sound… difficult.”“How difficult?” I asked curiously.“Stuck up,” one admitted, wincing.“And kind of a gold digger,” a third muttered, giving me an apologetic look. "That you didn't care about the pack myths or our traditions as a young, reckless human."Interesting. I thought to myself. So, the smear campaign had been going on long

Keren’s POV"Who is it?" Fabian’s voice called out from inside the suite. "It is me," I replied, shifting Maverick’s off my hip and placed him on his feet. The effect was immediate. I heard a loud thud.Then muffled cursing.Then what sounded suspiciously like furniture scraping across the floor.My lips twitched. I had told their guards to not announce my presence on purpose. And given how thick the sound and blast proof doors of the suite was, I knew they wouldn’t have smelt me coming. Their surprise at me coming to their suite was really satisfying to hear. It made me want to smile despite the weight of the vial in my pocket. Maverick looked up at me curiously. “Why are they making so much noise?”“I think your fathers are panicking,” I replied dryly.A second later, the suite door swung open.And goddess help me. I almost swallowed my tongue. Fabian leaned against the doorway shirtless, breathing slightly harder than normal like he had rushed to get there before I changed my

Ford’s POV"Well,” Fabian said dryly, leaning against the doorframe of my room. “That is a mess."I looked up from where I was currently holding Maverick by the back of his shirt collar before he could sprint away again. My son was straining like a leashed wolf pup, his face flushed with a manic, joyous energy.In my other hand were the broken remains of my side table.My very expensive side table.My son had been in our suite for less than thirty seconds, and he had started destroying things.Thirty.Seconds.I stared at the shattered mahogany pieces in my hand in utter disbelief. “He’s barely been here a minute.”Fabian stepped into the room, a slow, impressed whistle escaping his lips. Fabian crouched beside me, inspecting the damage like a detective at a murder scene. “Wow,” he whispered reverently. “That is original mahogany too.” He looked at Maverick. “How did you even break this?”“I jumped on it!” Maverick announced proudly.Fabian nodded slowly, as if that made perfect sens