Mated To The Twin Alphas

2: The Bond Of Fire And Shadow

The air crackled with fury. Wolves around us growled, shifting uneasily. Some bowed to Damon’s authority as Alpha; others stepped back from the strange energy radiating between me and the twins.

My knees wobbled. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real — one mate, not two. That’s what we were taught since childhood. The Moon Goddess didn’t make mistakes.

But the mark on my wrist burned, proof of the impossible.

“Enough!” Damon’s voice thundered, cutting through the noise. His golden eyes flared with Alpha power. “Everyone, stand down.”

Instant obedience followed. Even Darius growled low, his jaw tight, but he backed off slightly. Damon turned to me, his expression softening for the first time.

“Selene,” he said quietly. “Come with me. We’ll sort this out.”

Before I could answer, Darius moved closer, his presence cold and electric. “No. You won’t take her anywhere until we know what this means.”

The twins stared at each other — same eyes, same blood, same power — yet opposite forces collided between them. The pack whispered in awe and fear.

I swallowed hard. “Please stop. You’re brothers—”

“Half-brothers,” Darius snapped, his tone sharp as ice. “And the Moon just made things worse.”

Something flickered behind Damon’s calm facade — guilt, maybe. He turned back to me, his voice lower. “Selene, do you feel it too?”

I hesitated. My heart raced, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Every breath I took drew me closer to both of them. Damon’s presence felt like sunlight on my skin — warm, protective, steady. Darius’s energy was a storm — dangerous, thrilling, consuming.

They were opposites, but both called to the same part of me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I feel it.”

A murmur swept through the crowd. Maya stepped closer, her eyes wide. “Selene, the Moon chose you… for both.”

“No,” I said quickly. “That’s not possible.”

An elder wolf, gray-haired and bent with age, approached the circle. His eyes glowed faintly silver — a Seer. The pack fell silent.

“The last time this happened,” he rasped, “the Moon chose a woman to balance the light and the shadow. It was centuries ago. The bond nearly destroyed the packs.”

My breath caught. “Destroyed them?”

He nodded. “Because the twins fought for her — and in the end, only one lived.”

Darius smirked, though his eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Looks like history’s repeating itself.”

Damon’s power surged, but he kept his voice calm. “Not this time. We’ll find a way.”

The Seer looked at me, his ancient eyes burning. “Child, you bear the Moon’s mark. Your destiny is to unite them — or watch both worlds burn.”

The crowd erupted again, whispers and gasps swirling. I stood frozen, trembling, my mark still glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Unite them? How could I? They could barely stand each other.

The Seer’s voice dropped to a whisper only I heard:

“The Moon doesn’t choose by mistake, Selene. She chooses by need. And the twins — they will either save you… or destroy everything you love.”

As the bonfire hissed and the moonlight dimmed, Damon reached for me — steady, certain.

Darius watched, his expression unreadable.

And I knew, with a cold certainty deep in my bones, that nothing in my life would ever be the same again.