Mated To The Twin Alphas

4: The Mark’s Awakening

Sleep never came easily after that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them — Damon and Darius — standing on opposite sides of the Moon’s altar, their eyes glowing with the same fierce light that now lived beneath my skin.

The mark on my wrist pulsed softly in the darkness, like a second heartbeat. I pressed my fingers against it, trying to calm its rhythm, but it only flared brighter.

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the distant howls of wolves. I thought I could tell which voice belonged to which Alpha — Damon’s call deep and commanding, Darius’s edged with untamed fire. Their energy pulled at me from opposite ends of the night, two halves of something I was no longer sure I could separate.

A knock came at my door.

“Selene?” Damon’s voice. Quiet, careful.

I opened the door, and moonlight washed over him. His white shirt was damp with dew, his golden hair tousled from patrol. He looked tired — or maybe conflicted.

“You should rest,” I murmured.

He gave a soft, humorless laugh. “That’s what I came to tell you.”

We stood in silence for a moment, the air between us heavy with everything neither of us could say.

“Darius hasn’t been back since dawn,” he said finally. “He’s restless. He doesn’t understand this… bond.”

“And you do?”

Damon’s eyes softened. “No. But I know I don’t want it to destroy you.”

Before I could answer, the mark on my wrist pulsed again — harder this time. The light brightened until Damon’s breath caught. “Selene—”

Pain lanced through me, sharp and sudden. I gasped, clutching my arm as a symbol began to shimmer beneath the mark — a crescent moon surrounded by two intertwining flames. The room trembled faintly, the air thickening with energy.

Damon caught me before I fell, his arms steady around me. His warmth spread through the chaos, anchoring me. “Breathe,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

And for a moment, I believed him. The power calmed, settling under my skin like a sleeping fire.

But then the door burst open. Darius stood there, his eyes wild, his aura crackling. “What happened?”

“She’s awakening,” Damon said quietly.

Darius crossed the room in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out — but the instant his fingers brushed mine, the mark flared again, brighter, wilder. The power leapt between us like lightning.

Both Alphas staggered, caught in the same surge. I felt it — their energy, their emotions, all crashing into me at once. Rage. Desire. Fear. Love.

The bond wasn’t just a mark. It was alive.

The room spun, the light dimming as I gasped for air. Damon’s voice reached me through the haze, steady and full of determination. “We have to find the Seer. Now.”

Darius’s tone was dark, dangerous. “Or we learn to control it ourselves.”

They looked at each other — two brothers divided by fate — and then at me, caught between them.

In that moment, I realized the truth:

The Moon hadn’t made a mistake.

She’d chosen chaos for a reason.

And somehow, I was the key to holding it together — or letting it tear the world apart.