Too Late For Tears The Twin Alphas Lost Mate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Just what we need—another lunatic Alpha throwing his weight around.” “Not just another lunatic,” Jake said, voice clipped. “He’s the lunatic. The one who ripped out an Alpha’s throat in the middle of a summit. In front of witnesses.” “Yeah, I remember the footage,” Lucas said, stepping away from the bed and toward the window. He drew back the curtain slightly, scanning the quiet street below. “Tore him open like a rag doll and then had the nerve to smile while blood sprayed his boots.” Lila shuddered, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Every part of me longed to get her to repeat what she just said and tell me everything, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. So Alpha Regan had not only lost his family but his mate as well? I heard he had been quite young at the time so how had he found his mate so early? And who was his mate? The questions burned on my tongue but never made it out. My heart suddenly broke for him. To have found his mate early just to have her taken from him suddenly. And alongside his family no less. I couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he must have gone through. And to think he would remember it all again due to the memorial.

Zayden asked conclusively, and the boy nodded in response. I was lost on what was happening until...it hit me! Zayden had a twin brother called Alphonso. Not hearing anything about him in ten years caused me to forget he had ever existed. After being banished, when Zayden was declared Alpha, all records concerning his existence were deleted. His pictures were burnt and his room in the palace was destroyed. Zayden had literally erased his existence from the pack. Infact, it was so bad that he forbade everyone from speaking about him and like that, weeks turned in months, which rolled into years, with Alphonso's existence fading away from the memory people's memories.

Kael wrapped his arm around my waist, turned us to face everyone, like I was his prize—and I loved it. Then I accidentally looked up and found the twins at the back of the room. Cian's storm-gray eyes were locked on Kael's arm around my waist, his jaw clenched tight. Rowan looked ready to murder someone, his amber eyes were glowing with fury. The mate bond tugged at me painfully, but I ignored it— they weren't the ones I wanted. Kael was. Kael's lips moved, and I read them, "Wait for me by the refreshments, I need to greet the other Alphas."

Sniffling, Lesley decided on one thing. That she wouldn't cry at the state they are in at the moment. And slowly, as Jacob's strong arms enveloped her warm body, Lesley's senses heightened, attuned to the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. The air crackled with anticipation as their lips met, a fusion of passion and dominance. Moonlight danced on their skin as they moved in a harmonious rhythm, the embodiment of two alpha spirits entwined in a timeless dance. Lesley surrendered to the intoxicating blend of love and power, lost in the wild embrace of the alpha destined to be her eternal mate.

He looks at me, and there’s something new in his face respect, maybe, or the beginning of understanding. "Again," he says, already getting to his feet just as a link comes in from my father. “Lani the Alpha’s are here please go get ready” He says. “Yes daddy” I link back. “Okay everyone training is over, same time tomorrow” I say before turning and walking towards the pack house. We all heard the stories about the Black twins who killed their mate. Hell every male in their family did. To think they are on a search for their second chance. Good luck to the next she-wolf mated to them because that’s not a gift it’s a death sentence.

"Grief and resolve aren't actually opposites. Sometimes genuine loss clarifies exactly what matters most, going forward." We stood together watching the pyre burn down to embers, the gathered pack slowly beginning to disperse into smaller groups, sharing memories and quiet comfort with each other in the particular way that communal grief often manifests. "What happens now?" I asked, the question carrying weight beyond simple practical logistics. "Now we grieve properly, for as long as that actually takes. And then, when you're ready, the succession ceremony proceeds, and you become the Alpha he always believed you could be." Amara's hand found mine, steady and warm despite the day's heavy gr

He fell hard at Alpha Wilson’s feet, his knees hitting the floor with a sound so raw it echoed through the hall. Tears streamed freely down his face. Not the quiet kind. These were the kind that came from a place long past dignity, long past pride. The kind you cry when you have already lost everything and are begging fate not to take the last thing too. “My Alpha,” he sobbed, bowing until his forehead pressed against the cold stone. “Please. I beg you. Return my mate to me.” The hall went silent. My breath hitched. I didn’t know why yet, but something about the way he said mate not possession, not entitlement, but desperation twisted something deep inside me.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans and panties together. "These are in the way", He stated, his voice rough. In a brutal motion, he pulled both jeans and lace down my legs and off, tossing them aside without a glance and carried me carefully unto the bed. I lay completely bare before him, exposed to the dim light. A flush of heat and vulnerability swept up over me and I could feel my face flush. This was the first time I was completely nude before a man....not just any man......THE ALPHA. *Oh God.*

She squealed. I felt him before I saw him. Jacob came and stood beside me while a woman followed behind with her arms linked with Dawn’s. “Raven, I would like you to meet the future Alphas of the Twin Moon pack, Reed and Lucas Shaw.” I shook hands with the two of them, then turned my attention to the woman. “And this is a very dear friend of the family, Heather. Heather was born here but moved to Twin Moon to live with her Grandmother after her parents died.” Jacob explained, pulling Heather into a hug. That hug triggered a wave of possessiveness. All that I could think was ‘MINE’, but before I could say anything, two very low growls sounded from Reed and Lucas.