All Chapters of The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Fabian’s POVIt had been two days since the kiss, and my mind was still completely locked on it.I couldn't stop thinking about the way she tasted. It was everything my wolf had ever imagined. She was sweet, passionate, and so perfect in my arms that the memory kept a low, burning heat under my skin. It was the ultimate proof that we were meant for each other. We were fated mates, and for the first time since she returned to our territory, I felt a deep, genuine happiness settling into my ribs.We hadn't spoken about the kiss since that afternoon. Keren had cried herself to sleep right there in my lap, her body completely exhausted by the heartbreak Ford had dropped on her head. But even without words, everything had changed between us.She was softer to me now. When our paths crossed in the public corridors or near the dining blocks, she didn't look at me with those cold, defensive street walls anymore. She would offer me a soft, quiet smile, her dark eyes checking me out before she

Keren’s POVThe silence in the room was heavier than any cage.Two days had passed since the scouts returned from the river with empty hands. Two days since the small pack boy pointed his finger toward the ridge and spoke the words that shattered the last of my sanity. There were no leads. Absolutely no leads. The people who took my son had used specialized scent blockers that were more powerful than anything our warriors had ever sensed in their lives. The tracking dogs had lost the trail at the running water, leaving us with nothing but cold mud and broken branches.The entire territory was in complete disarray. The fierce, unified strength of the Silver Moon pack had scattered into a panicked mess of internal finger-pointing and silent fear.Irene had tried to cheer me up every single hour, but her soft words did not pierce the thick fog in my brain. I couldn't eat. For forty-eight hours, I had simply drifted between a dark, dreamless sleep and a hollow waking torment. Every time I

Keren’s POV"I will be fine," I whispered, though my voice shook.The night was freezing, and the darkness of the woods felt like a heavy blanket pressing down on my chest. My palms were sweaty against my jeans as I stood at the edge of the cultivated lawn. The cold wind bit at my face, making my skin prickle with nervous energy.Fabian stepped closer to me, his massive frame blocking out the cold breeze. He reached down, his large, warm hands coming up to cup my face. He leaned down and pressed a soft, long kiss against my lips, his scent of crisp pine filling my head."We are right here in the brush, Keren," Fabian murmured against my mouth, his green eyes burning with a deep, protective heat. "Fourteen of my best men are coated in Bree’s scent suppressor. We will surro