Mated To The Twin Alphas

25: Whispers Of The Moon

Dreams came like tides — slow, patient, unstoppable.

In this half-world between heaven and earth, I watched them sleep.

Damon first.

His dreams were quiet, ordered — golden light flickering across the walls of his mind. Yet beneath that calm surface lay the grief he never spoke aloud. Every night, he dreamt of the clearing where I had vanished. Every night, he reached for the light that took me — and every night, he woke before his fingers found mine.

But tonight, I reached back.

My touch brushed the edge of his dream, and his breath hitched. His golden aura flared, his wolf lifting its head as if scenting me on the wind.

“Selene…” he whispered, and for a heartbeat, our souls touched — warmth flooding through both of us.

His dream steadied, his heartbeat slowed, and I left him in peace.

Then came Darius.

His dreams were chaos. Shadows and flame, teeth and blood, guilt and longing. He ran through forests that burned and reformed, chased by memories that refused to fade.

I stepped into the fire.

He froze, eyes wide, silver and black swirling with disbelief.

“Am I dreaming?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I smiled faintly. “Yes. But dreams are still real enough to remember.”

He reached out, hesitant. His fingers passed through my light, but warmth lingered where we touched.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You should have stayed free.”

“I am free,” I whispered. “But the world isn’t. The shadow still breathes, Darius. Something stirs beneath the peace.”

His eyes darkened. “The prophecy’s done. You broke it.”

“Prophecies don’t end,” I said. “They evolve.”

Before I could explain, the dream began to shift. The fire dimmed, replaced by the faint glow of moonlight.

But something else flickered in the distance — a whisper, sharp and cold, winding through the air like smoke.

A voice not my own.

The balance cannot hold forever.

The words echoed in my mind, heavy with dread. Darius heard them too — his expression hardening.

“Who was that?” he demanded.

I turned, but the voice had already vanished, leaving behind only silence and the faint scent of decay.

When I looked back, Darius’s dream was dissolving.

“Wake Damon,” I said urgently. “Something is coming.”

He reached for me, but his dream shattered into darkness.

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I woke in the heavens, gasping. The moon above me flickered — once, twice — and a faint c***k rippled across its light.

The Goddess appeared beside me, her expression grave.

“You felt it too,” she said quietly.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The void left behind by your choice,” she murmured. “Balance requires motion, Selene. You ended the curse, but in doing so, you awakened its opposite.”

“Another shadow,” I whispered.

She nodded. “One not born of prophecy… but of grief.”

My heart sank. “Damon. Darius.”

“They are strong,” the Goddess said. “But love and loss are twin edges of the same blade. If either falters, the darkness will find a way back.”

Her gaze softened. “You can still reach them — through their dreams, through their hearts. But if you walk their world again… the heavens will fall silent.”

I turned toward the earth below — toward the brothers who once held my world together. “Then let the heavens fall,” I whispered. “I won’t lose them again.”

The stars dimmed. The moon pulsed.

And with a single breath, I stepped out of the divine and back into the mortal realm — unseen, unbound, and more powerful than before.

Below, two Alphas stirred in their sleep.

Both whispered my name.

And somewhere deep in the forest, a pair of crimson eyes opened — ancient, patient, and waiting.