All Chapters of A Second Chance: My Twin Mates: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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161. The Order of Merlin

JosiahI don’t remember sleeping. I don’t remember eating. I don’t even remember leaving the Crimson Pack’s borders. All I remember is running; through the trees, through the wind, through the remnants of my sanity.Mia was gone.Agatha was dead.And every path I walk leads me back to the same truth that carves deeper and deeper into my chest:I drove her away. I pushed her to this. I broke what was mine.But I didn't mean to. She should have understood that I am a man and an alpha and I have a pride to maintain. She should just have stayed put and not put herself in danger.But I won’t let her go.I can’t.I won’t.I will get her back and together we will build an empire, bigger than Fiato Kingdom.If the witches won’t help me, I’ll seek the only ones left who have magic older than blood and older than the moon: the witches of The Order of Merlin.Callen trails behind me, his breathing harsh. “Josiah, you need to slow down…”“I need nothing.” My voice is raw. “I need her.”He doesn’

162. Awakening in Chains

MiaDarkness breathes.It’s the first thing I become aware of…a soft, pulsing dark that wraps itself around my mind like a second skin.Not threatening. Not comforting.Just… there.Like it’s waiting for me to wake.But I’m not fully here yet.My consciousness drifts in and out like a dying flame.Sound reaches me first, drifting through the haze…a whispering chant, low and rhythmic, threaded with strange cadence and ancient vowels.It feels old.Older than the wolves.Older than the packs.Older than me.My fingers twitch against something… icy stone.Cold, unyielding stone.And through my eyelashes, still too heavy to lift, I catch flickers of… light?Symbols, glowing faintly in the air above me, shifting like smoke caught in a current.Runes.Magic.Dark, complex, layered magic.And my wolf…she’s silent.Not sleeping.Not growling.Just gone quiet in a way that terrifies me down to the marrow.Where are you? I whisper internally.Nothing answers.A cold coil of panic tightens in

163. The Ritual Begins

MiaConsciousness comes back to me like a dragged blade, slow, scraping, unwilling.My eyelids flutter, and instead of the cold slab from before, I feel something softer beneath me. Not soft like comfort. Soft like sand meant to shift, trap, and swallow.A ritual circle.I taste silver in the air before I see it. Bitter. Sharp. Poisonous to wolves. My throat tightens as I breathe.When I open my eyes fully, I understand why.I’m lying at the center of a carefully constructed ritual chamber, no, a sanctum. Every inch of it glows with hostile intent.Silver dust spirals around me in looping sigils, refusing to settle.Crimson runes hover in the air, dripping sparks instead of light.Bowls of crushed bone, black and white herbs, and thick, congealed blood are placed at each cardinal point.My limbs feel like they’re filled with wet sand.My heartbeat is sluggish.My wolf, my constant, defiant companion, is silent.That terrifies me more than the witches.“She's awake,” Nadia whispers, as

164. Into the Old One's Path

BrynnThe forest changes the deeper we push into it. The air grows older… heavier, like every breath we take belongs to someone who lived and died long before us. Frynn walks ahead of me, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so hard I hear the grind of his teeth. We’ve barely spoken since dawn. There’s nothing left to say anyway.Ten days.Ten gods-damned days without Mia.Ten days of searching every blood-soaked inch of Crimson Pack territory only to find ruins, Mia’s scent…and nothing else. Not her. Not a body. Only a struggle and the echo of something powerful enough to erase everything she left behind.And now we’re here, on the ancient path that leads to the Old Ones.The oldest wolves in Fiato.The ones we swore we would never approach unless the world was ending.Maybe it is.“Brynn,” Frynn murmurs without slowing. “You felt it too, right? Last night?” He asks as if I didn't when he knows fully well that it was the reason we couldn't talk.My chest tightens. “Yeah.”A heartbeat, just

165. The Blood Begins

MiaCold stone grazes my cheek.That’s the first thing I feel when I come to.Not the pain splitting through my body, though it’s there, sharp and raw. Not the lingering echo of Seraphine’s dark blast, though it burns beneath my ribs like a brand. Not even the hollow throb inside my chest where my wolf is hidden, curled into something tight and trembling.No.Just the cold.And the realization that I can’t move. The realization that I can't feel my powers.My eyes flutter open, vision swimming in watery shapes. Blue fire flickers across the cavern walls, casting shadows that stretch like long fingers. Strange symbols are carved deep into the stone; spirals, runes, marks I’ve never seen before. They pulse faintly, like hearts beating beneath the rock.And now, I know why I can't feel my powers.Footsteps echo.Soft. Slow. Purposeful.A voice drips into my ears, smooth and pleased.“Good. She’s awake.”I try to lift my head, but vines, actual vines, dark and coarse, coil around my wrist

166. We Move No Matter the Warning

BrynnThe forest felt different after the Old Ones dismissed us.It wasn’t hostile… but it wasn’t welcoming either.Just heavy.Like the trees themselves were disappointed in us for coming here with questions they already knew we wouldn’t like the answers to.‘Let her fight her battles’.Those were the words the elders left us with. Spoken in unison, calm as the moon, as if they hadn’t just shattered the last fragile thread of patience I had been clinging to.I could still hear their voices as Frynn and I descended the moss-slick path leading away from the sacred clearing.“Do they expect us to sit on our asses while she’s suffering somewhere?” Frynn muttered beside me, jaw hard, fists clenched.“She’s our mate,” I answered, voice low. “Our Luna. Our equal. They know that.”“They don’t act like it,” he spat. “They look at us like children. Like we’re asking for candy, not the location of the woman who carries our souls.”He wasn’t wrong.The Old Ones, ancient and carved out of the bon

167. The Blood That Answers in the Dark

MiaSeraphine steps into the chamber, her silhouette glowing with raw magic. Her gaze finds me, and a slow smile uncurls across her face. She looks delighted. And hungry.“Mia,” she croons.“How lovely. You’re becoming exactly what I hoped.”My heart pounds. The white fire flickers uncertainly. My wolf snarls, ready to fight again.But Seraphine lifts one hand.Just one.My entire body locks.Not from the vines that were holding me.Not from witch aura.Not from pain.From her.“You’re trying to fight,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “Good. The real ritual will continue now.”The white fire inside me sputters violently, trying to resist…But this time, the dark magic she sends toward me is different.Older. Stronger than the ones the two witches were doing.Meant for whatever I have awakened.And it clamps down on my power like a fist closing around a flame.My eyes widen in horror.Seraphine laughs softly.“Don’t worry, little hybrid,” she whispers as the darkness floods me.“You won’

168. The Realm Awakens

The darkness had weight. It pressed against her chest like a living thing, filling her lungs with lead and her mind with fog. Mia's last memory of the world was Seraphine’s laughter, a jagged sound that sliced through her body, leaving her trembling, broken, and barely breathing. And then… nothing.Or perhaps everything.Her eyelids cracked open to a world that wasn’t the world. Pain still throbbed through her limbs, but it was distant, as if her body had been left behind somewhere, in some cage of failing blood and shattered nerves. She was lying on a strange ground, softer than stone but firmer than soil, and as she pushed herself upright, the sight before her stole the breath she didn’t know she still had.The forest… if it could be called that… was alive and dying all at once. Trees, skeletal and leafless, reached for the sky like desperate hands, while beside them, trunks twisted with thick emerald leaves glowed faintly, breathing life into the cracked, ash-strewn ground. The sky

169. Hidden Power Grows

Pain. Cold. Darkness. Chains that bit into her wrists and ankles as if they were living things. Mia’s body shuddered, violently, every muscle trembling from exhaustion and fear. Her chest heaved, lungs burning as Seraphine’s voice echoed in the distance, laced with cruel satisfaction. Each word, each whispered command from the witch, was a blade slicing through her.“Give me your light,” Seraphine hissed, footsteps clicking against the stone floor like the heartbeat of some monstrous predator. “Your power belongs to me, and I will take it until nothing remains. Concede, child.”Mia’s body shook in response, not from obedience, but from the sheer force of the extraction. The chains didn’t just hold her, they fed on her energy, amplifying Seraphine’s reach. Every attempt Seraphine made to draw her light left a searing hollow in her chest. She gritted her teeth, fighting the instinct to scream. She was trapped. She was weak. Yet… she was not broken. Somewhere inside, a spark had awake

170. Taking Risks

BrynnThe forest resisted us long before the wards did.Thick fog curled low along the ground, cold enough that every breath clawed at my lungs. Branches shifted without wind. The shadows moved like they were alive. And the further we pushed toward the territory where we could sense Mia, the more the trees leaned inward, like skeletal guardians trying to guide us back.Or swallow us whole.“We’re close,” Frynn muttered, his voice low, strained. Sweat clung to his brow despite the cold. “I can feel her pain again.”I could feel it too. The flickers of Mia’s suffering pulsed through the bond we shared, small and broken sparks that stabbed through my chest. A tremor ran through me. Every pulse was a knife. A scream muffled. A light being drained.And then, suddenly… nothing.The absence was worse than the agony.“No, no, no…” Frynn breathed, panic rising as he grabbed his chest. “She’s slipping again.”“We keep moving,” I snapped, pushing forward even as dread threatened to turn my legs

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