Nothing Works

POV: Imogen Imogen pressed her fingers against Hayley’s throat before she consciously decided to move.A pulse. Slow but steady. She checked Declan’s wrist and found the same rhythm, a second beat matching his sister’s, as though one heart had been divided between two small bodies.“They’re breathing,” she said. Her voice sounded unfamiliar. “They’re breathing. They’re breathing.”“I know.” Lachlan was already kneeling on the other side of the bed. “Let me check.”She nearly snapped at him. Every instinct urged her to keep her hands where they were, and her wolf had risen so quickly that the edges of the room seemed sharper, tinged with gold. But Lachlan didn’t grab the children or issue commands. He slid two fingers beneath Declan’s jaw, then turned Hayley’s face toward the nightlight and gently lifted one eyelid with his thumb.“Pupils equal,” he said quietly. “Skin’s cool, not clammy. No visible injuries.” He looked up at her. “Has this happened before?”“Never like this.”“Tell m

Last Updated : 2026-11-06

Hands on Each Child

POV: ImogenMatilda Brandt, built like a retired rugby player, had delivered half the pups in Silvercrest. She had no patience for fainting, fussing, or wasted time, which was why Imogen felt her shoulders relax the moment the older woman entered.“Out of my light,” Matilda said.They moved. She sat on the edge of the bed, placed one broad palm on Hayley’s forehead and the other on Declan’s, then closed her eyes. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ticking of the nightlight.“Power overload,” she said at last. “Textbook, unfortunately.” She opened her eyes and fixed them on Lachlan. “You’re the father.”"Yes," said Lachlan.“Then you’ll do.” She delivered the words like a diagnosis. “These two are caught in a loop. Each feeds energy into the other, and neither can shut it off. I can dampen the surge for a few hours, but I can’t fix the problem. They need the steady Alpha presence of both parents at once. They need an anchor beyond each other.”“Both?” Imogen asked.“Both. O

Last Updated : 2026-11-06

Not Negotiable

POV: Lachlan Lachlan had his phone out before Matilda finished speaking. Rhys answered on the second ring. “Alpha.”“Cottage. Fifteen minutes. Bring Hamish and the sweep kit.” His voice remained flat. “Full perimeter, then the interior. Nobody enters without my approval.”“Understood.” He ended the call and found Imogen watching him from across the twins’ bed. Over the past two days, he had learned to recognize that expression as a warning.“You didn’t ask me,” she said.“There wasn’t time.”“There’s always time to ask.” She stood, one hand resting on Declan’s blanket. “This is my house.”“Someone stood within half a mile of it tonight, planning your children’s deaths.” He kept his voice low. The twins were asleep, and his anger was more dangerous when he no longer raised his voice. “Your back door has a standard lock, and a six-year-old could climb the garden fence. You’re moving. Tonight.”“I don’t take orders from you.”“This isn’t about us.” His tone came out harder than he inten

Last Updated : 2026-11-07

All Chapters of His Rejected Mate, Her Secret Twins : Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

Nothing Works

Hands on Each Child

Not Negotiable