Mated To The Twin Alphas

28: Bound By The Moon

The full moon rose like a lantern over the mountains, washing the valley in silver. Every stone, every leaf, every breath of air shimmered with quiet magic. Damon and Darius hadn’t spoken since the night Selene’s spirit had appeared. Words were too fragile to hold the storm that lived inside them.

Instead, silence bound them. A silence filled with memory.

Damon stood at the edge of the forest, shirtless, the light tracing the sharp lines of muscle and scars across his back. His wolf was restless beneath his skin, pacing, howling, searching.

Darius watched from the porch of the Alpha house, feeling the same ache, the same unbearable pull under his ribs. Even when he tried to sleep, he couldn’t. The moon whispered her name — Selene — until it became part of his heartbeat.

That night, they both surrendered to it.

Sleep came like a tide.

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They found themselves standing in a vast field of moonflowers. The air glowed softly, petals shimmering like fallen stars. A river of light wound through the valley, its waters whispering secrets of the heavens.

Damon looked down, realizing his body was whole again — no wounds, no scars. Darius stood beside him, eyes wide, his wolf half-awake within him.

“This isn’t real,” Damon murmured.

“No,” Darius said, voice quiet. “It’s her.”

And then they saw her.

Selene stood in the river, her white dress glowing faintly, hair falling down her back in waves of silver. When she turned, her eyes met theirs — not as a ghost, not as a vision, but as the woman they had both loved.

Her lips curved into a sad smile. “You found me.”

They moved toward her at once, but the air shimmered between them — invisible threads of light connecting the three of them, like strands of fate spun by unseen hands. The closer they got, the stronger the pull became.

Selene reached for them both, and their hands met in the middle.

Light exploded.

Suddenly, they could feel everything — not just their own hearts, but each other’s. Every emotion, every breath, every memory shared through the bond. Damon felt Darius’s pain, his guilt, his buried tenderness. Darius felt Damon’s fire, his devotion, his unspoken love.

And Selene felt it all — two souls tied to hers, bound by the same heartbeat.

“I thought I had to choose,” she whispered, voice trembling. “But the moon didn’t ask me to choose. It asked me to love.”

Damon’s hand brushed her cheek, his touch gentle, reverent. “Then why does it still hurt?”

“Because love that defies fate always leaves a scar,” Selene said softly.

Darius stepped closer, his fingers grazing her arm. “Then let it scar us all the same.”

The moonlight deepened, wrapping around them like a veil. For the first time since her death, Selene’s touch was warm — not cold spirit-light, but living warmth. She rested her head against Damon’s chest, her fingers lacing with Darius’s.

It wasn’t passion. Not yet. It was something purer — unity. The moment when three souls beat as one, when love outweighed fear.

The moon above flared bright, then dimmed.

And as the dream began to fade, Selene’s voice lingered in their minds:

“Find the mark of the Shadow Wolf. Only then can I return.”

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Damon woke gasping, the scent of moonflowers still clinging to his skin.

Across the hall, Darius sat up at the same time — eyes glowing faintly gold.

Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. The bond was alive again.

And for the first time, the brothers understood: the path to saving Selene would not be a war fought with claws and blood — but with hearts bound by something greater than destiny.