After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 103

I swallowed, touched by the raw vulnerability in his gaze. “No, you didn’t scare me,” I said softly. “It’s just… Lirian, I think you’re right. Maybe we really are…” I hesitated, the word seeming foreign yet natural on my lips, “…mates. But it’s strange. Why haven’t I felt it before?”

Lirian’s eyes darkened, frustration mingling with relief as he listened. “I always thought you knew, that maybe you were pretending not to because of… him. Because of Ryan.”

He looked away briefly, his jaw tense as if recalling memories that caused him pain. “I thought you’d reject me. That you’d choose him over me, and yet, the way you’d look at me sometimes… I felt like I had a chance.”

“No, Lirian,” I replied, shaking my head. “It’s not because of Ryan. In another life, maybe I would’ve done something like that, but not in this one. Not anymore.”

Lirian’s gaze flickered, a hopeful light in his eyes. “So you’re saying… you’re not choosing him? You don’t love him anymore?”

A soft, sad smile tugged at my lips. “Of course not. After everything, Lirian, I thought you’d see by now that whatever was between Ryan and me… it’s over.”

As I said it, a troubling thought flashed in my mind—a dark possibility I’d been too afraid to consider until now. Could it be that Ryan had somehow tampered with me, with my senses? What if, in our previous life together, my mate had been Lirian all along?

What if I’d never known, if Ryan had somehow hidden it from me, kept me from feeling Lirian’s presence, his scent, that undeniable pull?

I felt a surge of anger as the realization settled, my fists clenching at the thought. “How long,” I muttered, my voice wavering as my mind pieced it together. “How long has Ryan been dosing me with wolfsbane? All this time, keeping me oblivious to my mate?”

Lirian noticed the tremble in my voice, his eyes widening as he quickly reached out, steadying me. “Sophia, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath, nodding to reassure him. “I’m fine,” I replied, though my voice held a note of fury. All I wanted was to storm down there, to confront Ryan, to make him answer for whatever hold he thought he could have on me.

Just then, my phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the tension. I glanced at the screen and answered. Zane’s familiar voice echoed through the line. “Sophia,” he said, “whenever you’re ready, come to Vancouver. The first batch of the drugs has been made.”