Loved by the twin alphas (Alexia Miles and Michael) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 

Miles quickened his pace as he approached Jenna’s house, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. Catching a glimpse of Axiel’s figure disappearing in the distance, he knew something was amiss. A surge of urgency propelled him forward, hastening his steps along the pathway. 

As he drew closer to the house, Miles’s mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. What could have happened between Axiel and Jenna to leave her in such a state of distress? His protective instincts flared, fueling his determination to uncover the truth and support his sist 

His footsteps echoed on the pavement, the rhythm of his strides matching the rapid beat of his heart. Each step brought him closer to the answers he sought, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He couldn’t bear the thought of Jenna suffering alone, and he vowed to be there for her, no matter the circumstances. 

Miles‘ mind began to assemble different thoughts, mulling over the events that had transpired. “What could have driven Axiel to come close to Jenna like this? Did I miss any signs of trouble? How could I have been so blind? Doubt crept into hist thoughts, tinged with self–blame. He wondered if there was anything he could have done to prevent Jenna’s pain. 

As he continued his journey, memories of Jenna and Axiel’s relationship flickered through his mind. Moments of laughter intertwined with a sense of unease and skepticism. He questioned the authenticity of Axiel’s intentions, wondering if his sister had been deceived by a facade. 

The pathway stretched ahead, the distance between Miles and the truth closing with each determined step. He steeled himself for what lay ahead, knowing that the conversation with Jenna would reveal the depths of her anguish. It pained him to see his sister in such turmoil, and a mix of anger and protectiveness fueled his resolve to confront Axiel. 

Miles quickened his pace, a surge of adrenaline propelling him forward. He was determined to reach Jenna, to offer her the comfort and’s support she needed in this difficult time. Whatever had transpired, he knew he had to be there for her, to help pick up the pieces of her broken heart. 

As he neared the house, Miles took a deep breath, steadying himself for the emotional storm that awaited. The pathway had led him to the threshold of answers, and with unwavering determination, he prepared to face the truth and stand by his sister’s side, no matter the outcome. 

With fury, he landed a loud knock on the door. No one answered. As he raised his hand to knock again, he heard someone 

sniff. 

Jenna?” Jenna? Is that you?” He asked, his tone laced with emotion. 

Jenna opened the door for Miles, trying her best to maintain a composed demeanor. Despite her attempts to conceal her distress, her red–rimmed eyes and slightly puffy cheeks gave away the truth. Yet, she quickly averted her gaze, hoping to shield her vulnerability from his perceptive eyes. 

Miles stepped inside, his concern evident as he took in Jenna’s appearance. He couldn’t help but notice the subtle signs of her inner turmoil. His brows furrowed, and he gently asked, “Jenna, have you 

been crying?” 

She instinctively denied it, her voice betraying a hint of defensiveness. “No, I’m fine,” she replied, attempting to mask the pain that weighed heavily on her heart. 

Miles, however, could see through her facade. With a mixture of empathy and persistence, he took a step closer and softly said, “Jenna, you don’t have to hide it from me. I can see that you’re hurting.” 

Jenna’s eyes flickered with a brief moment of vulnerability before she composed herself once again. She shook her head, maintaining her denial. “Really, Miles, I’m okay. It’s just been a long day,” she insisted, her voice tinged with a forced 

cheerfulness. 

Miles regarded her intently, his gaze filled with understanding. He recognized the strength she possessed, but he also knew 

that even the strongest souls needed a shoulder to lean on. His voice softened as he spoke, his words carrying a gentle 

reassurance. 

“I know you’re trying to be strong, Jenna,” he said, his voice laced with compassion. “But you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here for you, no matter what.” 

A flicker of vulnerability danced in Jenna’s eyes, a crack in her armor that revealed the depth of her pain. She hesitated, realizing that perhaps it was okay to let someone in, to share the burden that threatened to overwhelm her. 

Tears welled up in Jenna’s eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay, unwilling to succumb to the emotions that tugged at her heart. She took a deep breath, summoning her resolve. “Miles, I appreciate your concern, but really, I’m fine, she murmured. her voice trembling ever so slightly. 

Miles, sensing her resistance, gently reached out and touched her hand, his gesture of support and understanding. “Jenna, I understand that you want to be strong, but it’s okay to let yourself feel. You don’t have to bear it all alone,” he said, his voice filled with empathy. 

Jenna’s facade wavered as a lone tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. She looked into Miles caring eyes, and for a moment, the weight of her pain felt just a little lighter. 

Miles, his worry deepening, couldn’t help but ask Jenna about Axiel’s unexpected presence. His voice carried a tinge of concern as he inquired, Jenna, why was Axiel here? Are you still involved with him?” 

Jenna’s initial response was silence, her lips tightly sealed as she grappled with the memories and emotions that surged within her. She knew that Miles had always been protective, but the wounds inflicted by Axiel ran deep, leaving her vulnerable and guarded. 

“Nothing happened, Miles, she finally replied, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. “We’re just trying to move on and be civil. 

Miles, however, sensed the hidden pain beneath her words. He took a step closer, his tone soft yet persistent. Jenna, I know how much Axiel has hurt you in the past. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. Are you sure you’re okay?”