All Chapters of The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Keren’s POVI spent five days watching the two of them from a distance. It was as if everywhere I looked, I saw Ford and Fabian. They were always huddled together, speaking in low, tight voices that died the second anyone approached them. And worse, I kept seeing Bree hovering around them. It was a slow, agonizing poison in my veins. They were hiding something massive from me, and every instinct I had kept telling me that whatever it was, Bree was right at the center of it.But I couldn't press them for answers without giving away my own hand. Irene had been running quiet, private tests on the strange portion in the lab since the head healer left for his wild-goose chase in America, but it wasn't leading to much yet. We were stuck in a gridlock of silence.I rolled over in bed with an irritated sigh and checked the time on my phone.It was 10:14 PM, and I wasn't feeling a bit sleepy. Maverick was asleep beside me, sprawled across the massive mattress like a tiny starfish, one leg

Keren’s POVMy grip tightened around my bottle until the wood creaked under my fingers as a hot, toxic wave of fury flooded my veins, instantly burning away any sense of peace I had felt a second ago. He is talking to her again. Why the hell was he spending so much time with her lately?As if sensing my gaze, they both looked up and suddenly caught me staring. Bree smiled brightly and waved at me like we were long lost friends. But Ford averted his eyes.Oh well, since he wanted to play that game.Without any thought, I turned my attention entirely to Fabian, determined to make Ford pay for every single second he spent ignoring me. I shifted my body on the bench, turning fully toward Fabian as he returned and dropped back on the bench, my bare knee brushing heavily against his thigh."What you did for that poor boy was really nice.” I purred, my voice dropping into a low, smoky register as I wrapped my hand around his arm. His head snapped to mine, his brows raised in mild surpris

"Have you been using something new recently?" I asked bluntly, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed.Her smile flickered. “What do you mean?”“Your scent,” I said, scrunching my nose. “I don’t like it. It’s irritating.”She froze for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around the strap of her leather handbag. Then, she quickly smoothed her features into a sweet, doting smile. "Oh, that. I’ve actually been experimenting with a new prototype heat suppressor for the pack's unmated omegas, Fabs.” She said, getting more comfortable in the chair. “It’s something to keep them safe from wandering rogues if they are traveling outside our borders.""Oh ok. That makes sense," I deadpanned, not believing a word of it. I pulled my posture straight, raising a brow at her in curiosity. "So, what is it you wanted to tell me that you couldn't just text, pack link me, or tell my assistant?"Something sharp flashed briefly across her face as if she expected a softer welcome and was o

Ford’s POVBy two in the afternoon, the trade agreements were finally signed, sealed, and authorized. The representative shook my hand, thoroughly satisfied with the boundary concessions I had carved out, and left for the airport.I sat back in my leather office chair, the quiet of the room offering a brief moment of relief. At least one fire was put out.I picked up the desk phone, routing a secure line to the warrior camp. It rang twice before Fabian’s voice cut through the line. The background was an absolute chaotic mess of roaring laughter and the heavy thud of wood. "Forddy!" Fabian barked, his voice thick with adrenaline and a light trace of alcohol. "What’s up?"I frowned, shifting the phone to my other ear. "Why do you sound so… excited? Aren’t they slamming your ass there anymore?""The ass slamming doesn’t stop, but that doesn’t mean we can't make the most of it!" Fabian roared, followed by a loud cheer from people in the background. "We had a 48 hour stamina challenge, a

Keren’s POVMy breath hitched as Fabian pushed down to the leather chair in his office and pinned me against it. “You naughty girl,” he growled into my ear, then bit my earlobe. “You have been testing my patience for weeks now.”I moaned as he ground his hard length against my thighs, his fingers digging into my waist, his movements raw, untamed, and aggressive as he took what was his. Ford’s head popped over mine, a dark, heated smirk on his lips. “You look perfect. I can’t wait to see you come apart under him.”Then he leaned down and took my lips in a bruising, consuming kiss. The contrast between Fabian’s unrefined friction and Ford’s dominant, commanding words created a chaos of pure, mind-numbing ecstasy in my head. “Now moan for us,” Fabian growled into my ears as he slid his thick girth into me.—I sat straight up in bed, letting out a sharp, breathless gasp as the dream shattered.The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the pale gray light of the mid-morning sun. My heart wa