All Chapters of The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Keren’s POV “You are not actually family.” Irene’s voice echoed in my head. At first, her words had hurt me badly. Then I had to admit that even with how cruel they were, she had been saying the truth. I stood on the upper balcony outside the administrative wing, arms folded tightly beneath my chest as I watched Ford from a distance below. He was standing near the eastern courtyard speaking to two warriors and one of the supply managers, his tall frame straight and composed beneath the gray afternoon light. Even from here, he carried that same terrifying calmness that had once made me feel so safe. Now it only made me nervous. I had tried to argue with her in the lab. I had told her she was betraying my trust, but Irene had simply hardened her posture, her eyes flashing with a raw, fierce loyalty that completely shut me out. “This isn't just about your pride, Keren,” Irene’s voice echoed in my head, cold, sharp, and entirely uncompromising. “You have forty-eight hours. If you

Ford’s POVEverything inside me stopped. “What?”"Do you want to know one of the main deciding factors that made me pack my bags and run away from this fucking pack?" Keren spat, her eyes drilling into mine.I stared at her, dumbfounded. “The same day I found out I was pregnant with Mavy, Bree came to me with a drink,” she continued shakily. “She told me it was a family tonic to give me strength because I was carrying an alpha in my human body.”My chest tightened painfully, disbelief coursing through me.“And inside that drink,” she continued, voice dark with fury, “was something meant to force my baby out of me.”My breath left my lungs as if someone had slammed a hammer into my chest. My heart began to pound with a deafening, erratic roar. "What... what the fuck are you saying?" I stammered, my hands flying out to grip the desk, my vision blurring with pure shock. "W.. what?""Irene saved me before I drank it," Keren hissed, tears of rage spilling over her lashes. "And that was t

Ford’s POVI forced my breathing to stay slow and steady, refusing to let the old men see the absolute terror clawing at my throat. "A member of my pack?" I asked, injecting a tone of calm disbelief into my voice. "Tell me, why would the High Council listen to the wild claims of a random member when the ordinary people of this territory don't even have the training to recognize what a Prime's attributes look like?""Oh, no, this person does," the second elder chimed in, a small, knowing smirk touching his old lips. "This individual is highly trained in the ancient registries, pack lineage, and historical anomalies. Their knowledge is absolute."My eyes snapped toward Bree. The movement was instant, a predatory calculation.Bree saw my head turn, and her face went from ashen to completely bloodless. She quickly, frantically shook her head at me, her eyes wide with a desperate plea that said it wasn't her.I didn't say a word back to her. The truth was, I didn't believe a single breath

Fabian’s POV"What the fuck did you just say?"The words ripped from my throat, raw and vibrating with a sudden, feral violence that bounced off the high stone walls of the grand hall. I didn't wait for the old man to answer. My wolf broke through the surface of my skin, my muscles coiling as I launched myself across the polished floor toward the head elder who had just dared to demand my mate's child for testing as if he were some lab rat. I was going to wrap my hands around his wrinkled neck and squeeze until his spine snapped.But right before my fingers could make contact with his silver-trimmed collar, a pair of thick, muscular arms wrapped securely around my chest from behind.

Keren’s POVMy hands were still trembling, but for the first time in five years, it wasn’t from fear. It was from a sharp, dizzying hit of pure triumph.I had actually done it. I had stood in Ford’s office, looked him dead in the eyes, and told him the exact horror of what his favorite cousin had tried to do to our unborn child. And instead of defending her, instead of making his usual polite excuses about pack politics or family loyalty, Ford had broken completely. He had issued an immediate, authoritative order to lock Bree in a holding cell on grounds of pack treason.A quiet, bitter joy settled behind my ribs. Maybe I should have swallowed my pride and told him the truth a long time ago.But the victory was instantly cut short by the sudden, suffocating panic currently rolling through the territory lines. The Council had arrived. No administrative warnings, no protocol notice, just a full-scale convoy breaching the gates. And the worst part—the thing that was currently pinning eve