Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

MiaI felt the shift in the air before I saw her move.The villa lay in ruins behind me; scorched stones, splintered beams, and the lingering echo of the battle that had just began. I thought that I was done the moment I killed Agatha. But I should have known that darkness never dies quietly. It waits. It rots. Then it rises.A hiss slithered through the cold air.“You killed her,” a voice rasped, slick with venom. “My daughter."I did. But so what?The witch stepped out of the shredded shadows where she had been hiding. Younger than Agatha, older than rage, with eyes that held the same corrupt depth, a bottomless black-green, swirling like a rotted well. Her aura pulsed, thick and suffocating, as if the darkness crawling around her body fed on the destruction I’d made.“Yes,” I said flatly. “I’d do it again.”Her lips peeled into a snarl. “Then you can die beside her.”The ground pulsed under her bare feet, cracks spreading like veins of sickness. She lifted both hands, and the win

BrynnI’ve always thought that silence was a friend.But tonight, it feels like an enemy.The forest around Silent Blues Pack, or what Josiah calls Crimson Pack, breathes in slow, heavy exhalations. Pine needles rattle with a wind colder than it should be, branches shifting like they’re whispering secrets they don’t want us to hear. Frynn and I run beneath them in our wolf forms, our paws swallowing the earth without sound, our breaths controlled and even though everything inside me is chaos.It has been three days now since Mia vanished.Three days since the bond went dark.And only a day since it flickered, weak, strangled, like a dying ember, and then vanished again.Not closed.Not blocked.Just… gone.She's missing and we have to ascertain where she is before we attack.Every instinct in me says run faster.Every instinct in Frynn says the same.But we can’t.Not here.Not in this territory laced with magic.“We stick to the ground and avoid any place the earth feels warm,” Frynn

MiaConsciousness returns to me the way a tide creeps over a dead shoreline… slow, deliberate and almost mocking.For a moment, I’m not sure if I’m awake or still trapped in the void Seraphine dragged me through. Everything smells wrong. Not wolf. Not forest. Not Josiah’s cursed villa. The air carries a faint sweetness, tinted with something metallic, like lavender steeped in blood.Where… am I?I try to move, but my body refuses. My limbs feel as if they are filled with molten iron. A low groan escapes my throat, small, pathetic and nothing like the storm I had been when I fought Agatha.Agatha.The memory hits like lightning, white light, my power burning too hot, the forest ripping apart around us, her scream swallowed by the earth itself. I had won. And then I had lost… not to her, but to myself. To the exhaustion. To the overload of power that felt too big for my veins and that's why Seraphine was able to take me.While fighting with Serpahine, I remember darkness. Falling.And t

BrynnThe wind tasted of rain and old secrets that morning.I stood on the ridge overlooking the valley, the horizon split by streaks of bruised-purple clouds. It had been three days since Mia disappeared into shadow and silence, and every hour since felt like a rope tightening around my lungs. Frynn was behind me, muttering and pacing, sorting through the small leather satchel of offerings we needed to approach the Old Ones.Goat’s hair, black salt, a cracked moonstone, and a drop of our shared blood, the bare minimum to ask the forest elders for talismans strong enough to breach the Crimson Pack’s wards. We had already burnt through too much time waiting for safe moon phases and avoiding patrols.“We shouldn’t be this calm,” Frynn grumbled, tying the satchel closed. “Mia’s out there. Somewhere. And we’re here still preparing. We should’ve gone to the Old Ones last night.”“You know they don’t bargain at night,” I reminded him. “And if we go in without the right offering, they’ll tur

JosiahThe world has gone silent.Not the good kind of silence, the silence of power, of victory, of dominion.No.This silence feels like the universe holding its breath… waiting for me to break and I am breaking.I can feel it in my bones, in the twitch under my eye, in the way my hands won’t stop clenching, unclenching, clenching again. I'm losing it and I can feel it and I don't like it.Mia is gone.Agatha is dead.And my pack… the pack that should be kneeling in obedience, whispers behind walls, watching me like I’m a wounded beast. And gods, I know I am but it's good.Let them watch.Let them fear.Fear keeps them loyal.Fear keeps them in check.I pace across the stone floor of my office, bootsteps echoing. My wolves press against my mind, restless, irritated, but still mine. They do not understand the depth of my fury. They do not understand the depth of her betrayal.She was supposed to stay where I put her.She was supposed to obey.She was supposed to understand what honor