All Chapters of MY TWIN ALPHA'S : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nalani's POV Days blurred into a haze of pain and poison, one bleeding seamlessly into the next until I couldn’t tell dawn from dusk.I lost count after the fifth… or maybe it was the seventh cycle of the needle. Time had become nothing more than the interval between injections. Every ten hours, the rogue would appear at the pit’s edge like a grim reaper, rope ladder rattling as he descended, syringe already uncapped and glinting in the sickly green firelight from the camp above.The burn was immediate and vicious: a liquid fire that surged from the puncture in my neck, racing along every vein, igniting nerves and turning my limbs to useless lead. My muscles seized, then went slack, heavy as wet stone. My wolf retreated deeper with each dose, her once-fierce presence reduced to a distant, whining shadow curled small in the corner of my mind. They’d upgraded the poison since my last captivity; this version didn’t just dull my strength. .. it clawed viciously at the Lynix essence itse

Nalani’s POVThe next day dragged in on sluggish feet.I had not slept. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the stone walls did little to chase away the haze clouding my mind. My body felt like it had been dragged through fire… weak, dizzy, every muscle protesting with a dull ache that radiated from my core. The chains bit into my wrists, a constant reminder of my captivity, but it was the exhaustion that truly weighed me down. I hadn't eaten properly in days, and the life growing inside me demanded more strength than I had left to give. I leaned against the cold wall, trying to steady my breathing.The chains had rubbed fresh sores into my wrists overnight, and the latest dose of whatever Damian had injected into my neck still burned beneath my skin, dulling my wolf, slowing my healing, making every breath a conscious effort. The baby moved again sometime before dawn, small, insistent flutters that felt like a tiny fist knocking from the inside, reminding me what was at st

Kieran's POV It's been months now and I still wake up every goddamn morning reaching for her, my hand grasping at empty sheets that smell like nothing but dust and regret. Nalani. My mate. Our mate.I still recall staring at that charred, unrecognizable body we had found in the ruins of the old pack house… even though I smelled her scent clinging to the ashes and watched them lower what was left into the cold earth, the bond still pulses. Faint, yes… goddess, so faint it’s like trying to hold smoke in my hands… but it’s there. A fragile thread, stretching across an impossible distance, refusing to break. It beats in my chest like a second heart, weak and erratic, but alive. And as long as it beats, I will not believe that the corpse we buried was my mate.I keep telling myself it was a trick. A cruel, calculated lie planted by whoever took her from us. They wanted us broken, wanted us to surrender to grief and stop searching. They burned someone… anyone and doused the remains in h

Nalani's POV Hours bled into one another, marked only by the slow crawl of the serum through my veins and the occasional kick from my pup. The initial fire had settled into a low, constant hum… something alive and waiting beneath my skin, coiling tighter with every passing minute. The neural inhibitors still buzzed, but their grip felt looser, as if the emerald poison was quietly gnawing at their control.I had drifted into an uneasy half-sleep when the door slammed open again. Boots… multiple sets this time. My heart lurched. The guard entered first, followed by Jade and… Bianca. She avoided my eyes as they dragged me from my cell. The scar on her cheek seemed to have healed a little, but the jagged lines were still noticeable.They didn’t take me far. Just down the corridor to a larger observation room with a reinforced chair bolted to the floor. Thick chains waited, designed to hold even an alpha. The guard forced me into the seat, locking my wrists, ankles, and waist until I coul

Nalani's POV The corridors blurred into a nightmare of steel and alarms… red lights strobing across my vision, sirens wailing like banshees in my ears as Jade’s voice boomed over the speakers, calm and mocking. “Containment breach in Sector 7. Subject is loose. Lethal force authorized. All units converge.”My bare feet slapped against cold concrete, the sound echoing in the narrow corridor, just before lockdown and then grated against loose dirt as I burst through a rusted service hatch into the night. Cool forest air hit my face like a slap… sharp, alive, for the first time in months, I breathed it in deeply, lungs expanding with something like hope expecting it to carry the rich scent of pine needles, damp earth, and distant rain that promised a storm on the horizon. Freedom. But it tasted like blood and the lingering bitterness of serum still coating my tongue.And beneath it all, carried on the wind, was the pack’s smell… a horrid, cloying stench that turned my stomach: rotting me