All Chapters of The Lycan twins are my fated mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

{Filthy Rebound}Ruby Miller looked at her phone screen until the bright light hurt her eyes. On her social feed, the Brentwood cheer squad was live-streaming from a VIP booth at a rival club. They were laughing, flipping their hair in the air, and enjoying expensive cocktails that caught the flashing lights.She quickly typed a message to Anna, the only girl on the team who still answered her. 'Why wasn't I invited? Is Sheryl there?'The reply came seconds later, a rough edge of text. 'Sheryl told us not to tell you. She said the sister of a reject can't sit with the elite.''She doesn't want your stray energy rubbing off on the crew.''Honestly, Ruby? You need to prove your worth to her fast, or you're going to end up a loser like Betty.'Ruby screamed in anger. She picked up the lamp from her nightstand and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the base spreading bits of white across her plush carpet.She wasn't related to Betty by blood. She was a Beta! She

{The Wolf and the Lamb}Betty was dreaming of the forest again.The ground was cold against her bare feet. The air smelled like pine and wet earth. In front of her stood a white wolf. It was beautiful. Its fur looked like fresh snow. It stared at Betty with eyes that felt familiar, like a memory she couldn't quite reach."Betty."She turned. Two more wolves stood in the shadows. They were identical. Huge. Their fur was black as coal. They weren't just wolves; they were Lycans. They towered over the white wolf, their gold and silver eyes glowing in the dark.Betty woke up with a start.She was drenched in sweat. Her ribs throbbed with a dull, steady ache. She groaned and tried to sit up, but the room spun. Her scalp felt tight where Ruby had pulled her hair. She looked at her hands. They were shaking.Then she heard it. A noise downstairs. The doorbell.Betty forced herself out of bed. She moved slowly, squeezing her stomach. She made her way to the staircase and sat in the shadows

{The Teeth of the Lamb}Adam sat in his private classroom, his boots crossed on the desk. He wasn't looking at his textbooks. He was staring at his phone, but he wasn't really seeing the screen.He couldn't stop thinking about the Miller house. He could still feel the ghost vibration of the doorbell in his hand. He could still smell the taste of Betty's blood hitting the back of his throat.He had caught her smell through the door and it had felt like a hit. He wanted to go back. He wanted to tear the front door off its hinges and drag her out of that basement.Dave was a dead man. He just didn't know it yet.Adam wondered if Aiden felt the same. For a twin who claimed to hate complicated things, Aiden was acting like a man possessed. They had been sharing everything since they were ten years old—toys, clothes, secrets. Even women. But Betty felt different. Adam didn't just want to share her. He wanted to be the first one to taste her. To mark her. To own the ghost that everyone el