Todos los capítulos de My Mate twin wants me: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mina's POV"Princess?" I stumbled backward into the dirt, my heart hammering against my ribs as I gripped the sharp stone tighter. "What kind of game are you playing? I'm an omega stray, not royalty."The kneeling Bloodcrest tracker raised both hands slowly to show he carried no weapons. "It is no game, my lady. Weeks ago, our elders felt a sudden shift in the moon's pull. An unclaimed, ancient power woke up right on Nyxmoor's border, and our Alpha sent us to trace it.""You're lying," I whispered, shaking my head as panic mixed with confusion in my chest. "Nyxmoor wolves treat me like trash. Why would Bloodcrest care about me?""Because our own Alpha bloodline has thinned over the years," the tracker explained, his voice low and dead serious. "Our pack is weakening. The ancient texts say a true Twin Moon Wolf carries enough raw power to restore everything Bloodcrest lost generations ago. You do not belong in a pack that hides you in cellars and forces you to scrub floors."My mind sp

Mina's POV"Step back, omega. You are not permitted to cross this threshold without clearance."I blinked against the dim torchlight of the hallway, staring at the two massive guards standing outside my cellar door. "What is the meaning of this? Who put you here?""Prince Rhydian's personal orders," the guard on the left replied, keeping his hand rested flat on the hilt of his broadsword. "You stay in your room unless you are reporting directly to the healer's hut."My chest burned with sudden anger. He didn't even have the courage to tell me to my face. He just slapped guards at my door like I was a prisoner waiting for trial."I have duties to attend to," I said, shoving past them down the corridor before they could grab my arms.I marched straight toward the main training yard. The morning air was cold, but my blood was boiling. I spotted Rhydian standing near the wooden fence, wiping sweat off his neck while watching the young warriors spar.I stopped right beside him, gripping th

Mina's POV"Look at this map, Rhydian, and tell me I am losing my mind."I slammed the dusty leather satchel onto his desk, the Bloodcrest coins clinking loudly inside the pouch alongside the unrolled parchment.Rhydian stared at the map, then at the silver coins, but his face did not register a single trace of shock. His features simply settled into something cold, hard, and calculating."Where did you pull this from?" he asked, his voice low and steady as he traced the marked patrol routes with his index finger."Behind loose stones in the cellar," I replied, leaning over his desk as my pulse raced. "And that is not all. Alaric spoke to me near the stairs tonight, Rhydian. His coat carried the exact same scent of crushed pine and river mud as the woods where that scout cornered me."Rhydian let out a long, heavy breath, leaning back in his chair. "I already suspected him."My breath hitched. "You knew your own brother was dealing with the enemy?""I knew he was desperate," Rhydian c

Mina's POV"Press that cloth down harder, Kael." Marra ordered over the clash of iron. "Mina, grab the heavy bandages right now. We have bleeding idiots waiting."I dipped my hands into the clean water bucket. "They are pushing themselves too hard today. Kael barely has the strength to hold his sword.""Do you blame us?" Kael grunted. "The Alpha Prince is watching today. Nobody wants to look weak when border patrols are chosen.""You already look weak by complaining," Marra snapped. "Hold still before I stitch your skin crooked."I looked toward the dirt arena. Rhydian stood beside the weapon racks. He usually inspected formations briefly and left for the war room. Today was entirely different. He stayed. His intense eyes tracked every swing of the broadswords."Are you holding a weapon or a farming tool?" Rhydian barked at a younger warrior."A weapon, Alpha!" the young warrior yelled, his breathing ragged."Then swing it like your life depends on it!" Rhydian commanded. "Watch your

Mina's POV"Hold that bandage tighter, Mina, or this one is going to bleed all over my clean floor," Marra snapped, tossing a bundle of fresh linens onto the wooden table."I am holding it as tight as I can without breaking his fingers," I replied, pressing down firmly on the gash across a young warrior's palm.The noise from the main arena outside was deafening. Today was the Harvest Trial, the one day of the year where every young warrior in Nyxmoor fought tooth and nail to prove their strength before the pack elders and the Alpha. Inside the crowded healer's tent at the edge of the training grounds, the air smelled thick of sweat, iron, and panic."Next!" I called out, waving the bleeding warrior away as another limped into the tent.For hours, I did not have a second to breathe. I stitched gashes, wrapped sprained wrists, and handed out cooling salves to anyone who stumbled through the tent flaps. My back ached, and my hands were stained with dried blood.As the afternoon sun bega