All Chapters of MY TWIN ALPHA'S : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Nalani’s POV“Who are you?”The voice in my dream was low, urgent, edged with something ancient and heavy. Shadows pressed in around me, thick and suffocating, the kind of dark that swallowed light whole. I couldn’t see his face, only the faint outline of broad shoulders and eyes that burned like embers in the void.“That’s not important,” he said. “Listen to me. You must be careful.”A chill raced down my spine. Careful of what? I opened my mouth to demand answers, but the words never came. The darkness shifted, coiled, and then… I was ripped awake.Sweat soaked my skin, plastering my nightshirt to my back and chest. My sheets were twisted around my legs like ropes, binding me to the mattress. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. For several long seconds I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece the fragments together. A warning. A voice. Foreboding that clung to me like smoke.The alarm shrieked from my nightstand.“Shit.”I bolted upright. The dream f

Nalani’s POVI lay flat on my back on the training mat, arms crossed behind my head, staring up at the high ceiling of the Halestone pack gym. Sweat still clung to my skin from the last set. My lungs burned, but my mind was clear.“I need to work on my weaknesses,” I said, voice steady. “I won’t win the tournament if I don’t.”Smith crouched beside me, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That’s the spirit. Let’s start with core strength. You need to be able to take a hit and keep moving.”He tossed me a heavy medicine ball. “Sit-ups. But not the sloppy kind. I want you to focus on controlling your movements, engage your core not just your arms or momentum.”I took a deep breath and then began to lift myself up, the medicine ball clutched tightly to my chest, Smith watched me closely and soon enough a scowl formed on his face“Not like that Stormy” his voice firm but encouraging “You’re using your arms to lift yourself up. I want you to use your core, Feel the burn in you

Nalani’s POVI followed the tall stranger away from the pulsing lights and thumping music of the ceremony. He led me through a shadowed garden path until the noise faded to a distant hum. We stopped in a secluded alcove hidden behind tall hedges, moonlight filtering through the leaves in silver shards.“Give me your hand,” he said suddenly.I hesitated, skepticism curling in my chest. But curiosity and maybe the lingering buzz of vodka won out. I extended my arm.His grip was firm. Then I saw the glint of steel in his other hand.The knife flashed downward before I could pull away. Pain seared across my palm… sharp, bright, immediate.“Fuck!” I hissed, yanking my hand back and cradling it against my chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he watched, calm, almost reverent as the cut on my palm knit itself closed in seconds. Flesh sealed, blood vanished, leaving only smooth skin.The blood that had welled up was silvery, not fully red. It shimmered faintly