Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 113

As we stepped off the plane, the unease that had been gnawing at me only grew stronger. The flight attendant’s cryptic words echoed in my mind, over and over. “Enjoy the surprise we’ve prepared for you.” It felt like a threat, yet there was no immediate danger, nothing visibly wrong. The air was thick with anticipation, but for now, there was only silence.

The drive to the packhouse was unsettlingly quiet. Nathan and Tristan exchanged glances, their tension matching mine, though none of us spoke the thoughts racing through our minds. I could feel the twins' worry deep through our bond, but I kept my focus steady. I needed to be the calm one, the one who stayed sharp when everything around us started to crumble.

But as we arrived in Alaska, the silence became unbearable. There was no one to greet us, no familiar faces rushing to meet us at the edge of the pack’s land. Just an empty, unsettling stillness. My heart pounded in my chest as the three of us stepped out of the car, the familiar scents of home barely detectable.

“I don’t like this,” I muttered under my breath.

Nathan took a deep breath and took my hand in his, and gave a tight squeeze.

Something was very wrong.

I knew it.

"Where is everyone?" Tristan murmured, his voice laced with confusion as his eyes scanned the empty space around the packhouse. The usual activity—the sounds of voices, footsteps, life—was nowhere to be found.

Nathan moved ahead, his jaw clenched, and we followed him toward the front doors. They were unlocked, and the house was quiet. Too quiet.

We searched every room, every corner, calling out for someone—anyone—but there was no answer. It was like the place had been abandoned in a rush, yet nothing seemed out of place. The furniture was untouched, as though the families had simply vanished without a trace.

I could feel the panic rising in my chest, but I forced it down. This wasn’t the time to lose control. “Maybe they went somewhere for safety,” I said, though I didn’t believe my own words. Not really. My voice was steadier than I felt. “Maybe they left before we got here.”

Nathan stopped in his tracks, his fists clenched tightly. “No. They wouldn’t just leave without telling us. Their phones are not even reachable.”

Tristan's eyes darkened as he paced the room, his mind already racing. “It’s not possible for them to have vanished like this. We would have known. We would’ve sensed something.”

It was then that the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The witch. She’d made her move again.

I swallowed hard, the weight of it settling over me like a dark cloud. The flight attendant’s warning, the eerie tension, the way everything felt just slightly off—it all pointed to one thing. We had walked right into her trap, and we hadn’t even realized it.

The twins turned to me, waiting, their expressions grim. Nathan's voice was tight, barely restrained. “Ella, what’s going on?”