Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 109

The day of the photoshoot arrived, and somehow, against all odds, I was standing in front of a mirror in a deep green dress that hugged my body perfectly, the fabric shimmering slightly under the light. It wasn’t white, and it wasn’t a wedding dress, but it was enough to make me feel like I was playing a part in some grand scheme.

“Perfect,” Sara declared, adjusting her own gown, a soft blush of fabric that flattered her rebellious spirit. She looked radiant, even as her smirk gave away her true intentions. “These are going to piss him off so much.”

“Don’t get too carried away,” I warned, though I couldn’t hide my amusement.

Ryan, ever the calming presence, stood nearby, his hand resting on Sara’s back as they posed for the photographer. I could tell he wasn’t as concerned with riling Adonis as she was—he just wanted to make her happy. And from the way Sara smiled when he looked at her, I knew he was succeeding.

I shifted on my feet, catching Tristan’s eye from across the room. He approached me, adjusting the strap of my dress with a gentle touch, his fingers brushing my skin. “You look incredible,” he murmured, his voice low, sending a warmth through me I couldn’t ignore.

Nathan joined us, standing on my other side, his gaze soft and steady. “I’m glad you agreed to this. You look perfect.”

Between the two of them, I felt the weight of the past few days lifting, if only for a moment. Maybe I wasn’t ready for a wedding, but standing here with them, surrounded by the chaotic energy of Sara and Ryan’s defiance, I couldn’t deny that it felt right.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I said, though my smile betrayed the fact that I was, perhaps, enjoying this more than I let on.

Maybe there was no wedding on the horizon, and maybe we still had a witch to hunt down. But in that moment, I let myself have this—just a fleeting taste of something normal, even if it was all a bit absurd.

The air was crisp as the golden hour bathed the city in a warm glow, Seattle’s skyline framing the backdrop of our photoshoot. The energy around us was light, playful—Sara and Ryan laughing as they posed, while the photographer directed us through a series of shots. I stood between Nathan and Tristan, their familiar presence grounding me as we moved from pose to pose, their hands on my waist or shoulders, their warmth seeping through the fabric of my dress.

The twins always drew attention. Together, they had an effortless magnetism that I knew well, and today was no exception. We gathered curious onlookers, people pausing to watch, whispering to one another as they stole glances at us. I could feel their eyes on me, too, lingering a little too long. It would have made me uncomfortable once. I would have shrunk back, feeling self-conscious under their gaze, but not today.

Nathan’s voice was soft as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Are you okay? They’re staring.”

I glanced up at him, seeing the concern etched in his expression, but it didn’t bother me. Not anymore. A small smile tugged at my lips. “I’m fine.”

Tristan, ever attuned to my moods, smirked from my other side. “You sure? We can send them running if you want.”

I chuckled, the sound light. “No need. Let them look.”

Nathan’s eyes widened slightly, and I could feel the unspoken question in his gaze. “You’re really okay?” he asked again, as if he needed to be sure.