Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

MiaThe door clicked behind me, sealing me inside the bathroom, my breath coming fast, uneven, like I had been running for miles. I pressed my palms to the cool marble counter and met my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed; my pulse fluttered like a trapped bird beneath my skin.Frynn’s gaze still burned through me. I could feel it, even though he wasn’t in the room anymore, the heat of it, the hunger buried under the calm mask he always wore. It wasn’t the kind of look he used to give me before. Back then, he had been all teasing grins and easy laughter. But tonight… it was different.Tonight, he looked at me like I was something sacred and… dangerous.The water in the tub steamed faintly, and I sank into it, hoping it would calm the rush inside me. It didn’t. The warmth only made it worse. It reminded me of his skin, his scent, the way his presence filled every space until breathing felt like a choice.The mountain outside was quiet, but the bond wasn’t. It pulsed under

MiaThe room was quiet after the storm.The silence that followed was alive; breathing, pulsing, humming with something larger than us. My skin still tingled where their hands had been, where warmth lingered like the ghost of firelight. I could hear our hearts, three rhythms, trying to learn one another’s beat.Brynn’s hand brushed a stray curl from my face, his touch feather-light, reverent. Frynn was behind me, his breath steady against my shoulder, his warmth a soft wall that anchored me in the spinning stillness. I should have felt shy, small even, caught between the two of them, but I didn’t.For the first time in my life, I felt whole.We weren’t just three bodies tangled in the afterglow. We were something ancient, a constellation realigning itself after centuries of being torn apart. The air shimmered with quiet magic. The world outside our window, the great Fiato peaks and their silver crowns of snow, bowed to the hush. Even the moon hung lower, as if to watch.Brynn’s golden

BrynnThe corridor was silent except for the steady beat of rain tapping against the windowpanes. The storm had softened into a drizzle, but the wind still moaned against the castle walls. It was like the world itself hadn’t yet recovered from what we had seen in Mia’s memories.It was as if even nature was crying with us asking for recompense for eventing she had suffered.Frynn closed the door behind us gently, the faint click sounding far louder than it should have. For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just stood there, backs against the cold stone, trying to breathe again.I dragged my hand down my face, feeling the dampness of the tears that I hadn’t even realized had fallen. “Moon help me,” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Did we really see all that?”Frynn didn’t answer right away. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hollow now. Haunted. He turned toward the window, pressing his palm to the glass as though the cold might ground him. “We saw enough,” he finally said. “Mor

BrynnThe moon had long descended behind the distant peaks, leaving the castle bathed in the dim hush of pre-dawn. A few embers still glowed faintly in the hearth, casting shadows that flickered over the silken sheets tangled around Mia’s sleeping form. Her breathing was slow, deep, utterly trusting.For the first time since the night began, I felt the weight of it all settle in my chest. The marks on her neck burned softly, a constant reminder that she was now ours. Our mate. Our heart. Our purpose.Frynn stood beside the bed, his gaze fixed on her face. There was awe there, but beneath it, a storm brewed. The same storm that roared inside me ever since the bond was sealed and her memories spilled into our minds. Every scream. Every tear. Every moment of humiliation and despair.He clenched his fists. “She was just a child, Brynn.” His voice was low, hoarse with restrained fury. “A child when her mother died. And her father, that fool Niagra, didn’t even let her mourn. He brought th

Mia“I can feel you,” I whispered… to the power, to the bond, to the wolves that slept beneath my skin.And it answered.The ground beneath my feet thrummed as if the world itself had drawn a breath. The air shimmered faintly, a soft golden haze swirling around me, rising from the moss and rocks like mist. My hair lifted in the wind, gleaming silver against the sunlight. I could smell everything: the damp moss, the distant river, even the warmth of the sun on stone. My heartbeat slowed, then quickened again, syncing with something older, deeper, endless.When I raised my hand, the space around it crackled, tiny arcs of light dancing between my fingertips. I could feel every pulse of it, like threads connecting me to the earth below and the sky above.A laugh broke from my lips… soft, disbelieving. “Oh…”It was beautiful. Terrifying.The mountain wind curled around me, whispering secrets in a language I suddenly understood. The world felt louder, alive, every sound sharper, every colo