All Chapters of The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Fabian’s POVI gripped Ford’s shoulder, my fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his blazer, and hauled him around."Ford! Talk to me!" He didn't blink. His face was a mask of cold, smooth porcelain. The brother I had grown up with, the man who always had a sharp retort or a calculated plan, was gone. In his place was a vessel. His eyes were wide and fixed on something over my shoulder, something I couldn't see and couldn't smell."Ford!" I roared, and this time, I didn't hesitate. I pulled my hand back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across his face.The crack echoed through the quiet woods.Ford’s head snapped to the side. He stood frozen for a heartbeat, and then slowly, his eyes began to focus. He blinked, a robotic, jerky movement."Fabian?" His voice was thin, like a recording played from a distance. "I... I did not see you there."There was no anger about me hitting him. No sarcastic comment about me yelling in his ear.Nothing.A cold sensation crawled down my sp

Keren’s POV"Keren, what’s your answer?" Irene asked, her voice barely a whisper, her hands trembling as she adjusted her lab coat. She looked at me with wide, anxious eyes. "We should tell the alphas?"“This is a terrible situation.”I leaned against the metal counter in Irene’s lab, staring at the tiny glass vial sitting between us beneath the fluorescent light. The strange silver-blue liquid inside shimmered unnaturally whenever it moved, almost like it was alive.“I know,” I muttered.“No, seriously, Keren, this is how horror movies start.” Irene pointed accusingly at the vial. “Mysterious glowing substance stolen from suspicious people in the kitchen? This is literally the beginning of somebody dying horribly.”Despite everything, a tired laugh escaped me.The laugh disappeared quickly and we both stared at vial sitting there between us like a loaded gun.I crossed my arms tightly. “We can’t tell the alphas.”Irene blinked at me immediately. “What?”“We can’t.”“Keren—”“No.” I s

Keren’s POVThe tension in the central courtyard was thick enough to choke on. The pack guards stood paralyzed, their hands resting on their sidearms, eyes darting between the torn clothes of the twins and the cold fury on my face."Everyone back to your posts," Ford suddenly ordered, his voice cracking out across the cobblestones. It wasn't his usual booming Alpha tone, it was tight, compressed, and absolute. "Leave us. Now."The staff and warriors scrambled, disappearing into the corridors of the main compound until the courtyard was entirely empty, save for Irene, who stood a few feet back with her hands shoved nervously into her pockets.I didn't care about the guards. I didn't care about the rules. The anger that had been simmering in my chest since I found Maverick in the playroom completely evaporated, replaced by a cold, leaden weight of worry.I stepped forward, my shoes clicking sharply against the stone, and stopped right in front of Ford. For the first time since I had ret

Keren’s POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ford standing on the staircase inside the Alpha Villa, gripping the bannister like a man trying not to drown. The look on his face haunted me far more than I wanted to admit.The raw, devastating sorrow that had been rolling off him in the courtyard wasn't the face of someone hiding a simple lie or angry about the fight he and his brother had had. It was the face of a man who felt utterly broken.Deep guilt.And somehow, that terrified me more than anything else.I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom while Maverick snored softly beside me, one tiny leg thrown over my stomach as if I were a part of the bedding. When he had slid into my bed during the night. Outside the large windows, the Silver Moon territory was slowly waking up beneath the pale morning fog.Something was wrong.Deeply wrong.And the worst part was that I couldn’t ask questions without exposing myself too.You are hiding things too, Keren.I was the kind

Fabian’s POVI slammed my fist into the heavy leather training bag, the impact vibrating up my knuckles to my shoulders, making the metal chain holding the bag groan under the ceiling beam and swing violently.I didn't stop. I threw another left hook, then a hard right, my bare feet pivoting on the concrete floor of the training pits. The sweat stinging my eyes as it poured down my face wasn't doing a damn thing to cool the fire burning under my skin.I let out a harsh grunt as my lie to Keren repeated in my head again, driving my knee straight into the leather. Instead of focusing my thoughts on the blacked-out, hollow state I had found my twin in that day, all I could think about was the look in her eyes as she looked at us.The way a mix of worry and suspicion had flashed in her eyes as she had stepped right into our space. When she looked at Ford, she had actually let go of five years of grudge and anger for just a fraction of a second as she asked him if he was fine. And when I