Mated To The Twin Alphas

6: Echoes Of Desire

The days after visiting the Seer blurred together like shifting mist.

The pack carried on as if nothing had changed, but everything inside me had.

Since the awakening, the bond had grown stronger — alive, unpredictable. Sometimes it felt like a whisper under my skin; other times, it roared like a storm I couldn’t control.

It started small.

A flicker of emotion that wasn’t mine.

I’d be alone in the training yard and suddenly feel a surge of anger, sharp and hot — Darius’s temper. Moments later, a wave of calm, steady strength — Damon’s presence.

Two heartbeats that weren’t my own, echoing faintly in my chest.

That morning, I stood by the river behind the packhouse, watching the sunlight ripple over the surface. The water should have soothed me, but my reflection shimmered — faint traces of silver pulsing at my throat and wrists, as if the Moon’s mark had begun to spread.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. “Please… stop,” I whispered.

But the bond didn’t listen.

A warmth brushed against my thoughts — Damon’s calm, protective aura. I could almost hear his voice even though he was far away.

Breathe, Selene. You’re safe.

The connection steadied me for a heartbeat… until another sensation pushed through. Wild, fierce, urgent. Darius.

His emotions crashed over me like fire meeting wind — desire, anger, confusion — so vivid it made my pulse race.

“Stop,” I gasped again, clutching the edge of a nearby tree. The bark felt real, grounding me in a way my body needed desperately.

Footsteps approached.

“Selene?”

It was Damon. His voice carried that quiet authority that always made the world slow down. But when he reached for me, the bond reacted. The mark flared bright beneath his touch, warmth spreading from my wrist to my heart.

“You’re burning,” he murmured. His thumb brushed my skin, and the connection deepened — not painful, but electric. I could feel him — the rhythm of his heartbeat, the pull of his restraint.

Before either of us could step back, another presence filled the air.

Darius.

He stopped at the edge of the clearing, his eyes dark with something between fury and hunger. “I felt her,” he said quietly, his voice raw. “I felt what you were doing.”

The air between them thickened, charged. Damon turned slowly, his hand still on my wrist. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“But it happened,” Darius said, stepping closer. His gaze locked on mine. “You felt it too, didn’t you, Selene?”

I wanted to deny it — to say it was nothing but the bond’s confusion — but lying felt impossible. My voice trembled. “Yes.”

For a heartbeat, none of us moved. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath.

Darius’s eyes softened, just barely. “That’s what the Seer meant, isn’t it? The bond doesn’t just tie us together. It shares everything.”

“Then we have to learn control,” Damon said firmly.

Darius’s gaze lingered on me, and for the first time, there was no arrogance in it — only vulnerability. “You think control will stop this? It’s not power. It’s feeling. It’s us.”

The words sank deep.

And I realized that maybe control wasn’t the answer at all. Maybe the only way to survive this connection was to stop fighting it — to understand it.

When they finally left, I stood by the river again, the echo of both their emotions still humming beneath my skin.

Two heartbeats. Two Alphas.

One soul caught between them.

And though I feared what the bond might bring, a small part of me — the part I didn’t want to admit — no longer wished to break it.