Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 92

The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest surrounding the packhouse. Nathan and Tristan, identical twins with eyes that gleamed with a mixture of urgency and worry, hurried toward the building. Their patrol had been cut short by an inexplicable wave of pain, forcing them to rush back to the packhouse, where they feared the worst.

They were afraid and that was a small word. They needed to see her, feel her.

Ella, their mate. And every second was becoming harder to bear.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense and fraught with an unsettling energy. The packhouse, an imposing structure of stone and timber, felt colder than usual as they navigated the narrow hallways toward the quarters assigned to them. The scent of fear and distress grew stronger with every step, until they reached their room.

Sara was pacing restlessly, her hair falling in disarray around her shoulders. The room was stark and functional, with simple furnishings and no fireplace to soften its cold ambiance. Her eyes were a mix of frustration and anxiety, and she snapped her gaze toward the twins as they entered.

“Well, look who decided to join the party,” Sara said, her voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm. “I was starting to think you two had gone and found a new hobby, one that doesn’t involve saving the day.”

They didn’t have time to deal with Sara’s attitude. There were more concerning matters and if she was this snarky, it meant she was very nervous and afraid.

Nathan’s eyes were filled with a fierce concern. “Sara, what’s happened? We felt something, where is Ella?”

The twins looked around the room, they wanted to see her.

Tristan’s jaw tightened. “And?”

Nathan growled. “And you just let her? How could you?” He blamed Sara.

Sara gritted her teeth in frustration and in challenge she spoke, “Oh shut up, lover boy. I told her not to go but she said it was important. Important for her so I agreed on the terms that if she gets late I will go in search of her. And that;s what I did.”

“And then what happened?” Tristan asked in desperation.

Sara rolled her eyes. “And when I got to the meeting spot, it was a ghost town. No Ryan, no Ella—just a mess. I found signs of a struggle, blood, and a whole lot of nothing. It was like a bad dream, except it was real.”

Sara looked into their eyes. “I believe Alpha Rambo is the one behind this.” her voice was soft but there was underlying anger.