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The Lycans Twins Hidden Mate

Alina was raised as an omega maid, and she was kept out of sight and considered a nothing. However, when her pack is deprived of all their belongings at the end of the war, her stepbrother sells her as a sacrifice to the most dreaded rulers in the world, the twin Lycan kings, Kael and Kaden. A single night out with them transforms all that. They brand her as their mate, but the mark fades away by morning. The council calls her cursed. A fake Luna is brought in. And in a short time, Alina has been put in the position of a thief, a liar and a betrayer. Being hunted by the kings she loves, pushed back to the pack which abused her, Alina becomes the Alpha when she discovers the truth about the deaths of her parents. But the kings come back, imploring to be given another opportunity. Her wolf is dying. Her enemies are closing in. And the one, who can rescue her, must sacrifice all of it, even his wolf. At this point, Alina has to decide between revenge, power and the two men she can never forget.
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Chapter 6

Alina's POV

I woke to the wrong kind of silence. Not peaceful. Not safe. It felt like the air itself was holding its breath. My skin prickled before my eyes even opened, and for a heartbeat I did not know where I was.

Then I felt it.

Heat.

Not mine.

A heavy warmth pressed into the sheets beside me, the faint imprint of a body still lingering. A scent that curled around my lungs before I could stop it. Woodsmoke. Pine. Something sharper underneath. Masculine and wild and terrifyingly familiar.

My pulse jumped so suddenly it hurt. The memories hit right after, too fast, too bright, too humiliating to fully look at. My throat tightened and I shoved myself upright, breath stuttering out in uneven bursts.

The room spun. My legs trembled. The blankets tangled around my waist like they were trying to drag me back down.

I pressed a shaking hand to my chest.

What have I done.

What have they done.

Before I could steady my breathing, a deep voice spoke from the shadows.

"You are awake."

Kael.

My body flinched before my mind even processed it. He stepped forward, emerging from the corner of the room like he had been watching the whole time. His hair was slightly mussed, his chest bare, and there was a dark bruise on his collarbone that made my stomach twist painfully because my lips had put it there.

My pulse stumbled.

He did not blink. He did not smile. He just looked at me as though he was waiting to see if I would break again.

I almost did.

I tried to stand but my legs buckled. Kael reached out and caught my arm with one strong hand. The heat of him slid into my skin, too much, too intense, too real.

"Let go," I whispered.

"You are shaking."

"I said let go."

He did not.

The door opened before I could fight him again.

Kaden entered quietly, bare footfalls soft against the floor. His hair was damp, like he had been washing his face. His eyes found mine instantly. A flicker of something softer. Something guilty.

My heart lurched and I hated that it did.

"You should lie back down," he said.

"No," I managed, even though my voice sounded thin and breakable. "I need to leave this room."

Neither brother responded.

They exchanged a look. A silent one. One I did not understand but felt anyway in the sharp drop of my stomach.

I pulled my arm away from Kael with more force than I meant to, stumbling a little as the blanket slid to the floor. My bare legs hit the chilled air and goosebumps rose all over my skin.

I reached for the robe hanging on the chair near the window, but Kaden got there first. He picked it up and draped it around my shoulders without saying anything. His fingers brushed the back of my neck. A jolt shot down my spine.

I stepped away too quickly.

He flinched almost imperceptibly.

Kael noticed.

Before anyone could say something that would make this moment worse, footsteps echoed down the hall. Slow. Purposeful. Feminine.

Kael's head snapped toward the sound.

Kaden stiffened.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Then the door opened and she stepped inside.

A stranger. Beautiful. Poised. Dressed in deep red silk that clung to her waist and shimmered every time she moved. Her golden hair fell in soft waves to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were blue and bright and widened the moment they landed on the bed.

Or rather

the state of it

the rumpled sheets

me in a robe

the twins half dressed.

For a heartbeat she just stared.

Her mouth parted the slightest bit.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Kaden inhaled sharply.

Kael's jaw tightened.

The woman recovered quickly, smoothing her expression into something pleasant. Too pleasant.

"Oh," she said softly. "I am sorry. I did not expect to find you occupied."

Her voice was delicate but not weak. A practiced tone. One used in rooms where she needed to impress. One that had been trained.

Kael stepped forward. "You are early."

She smiled, a soft curve of her lips that almost looked innocent. "The Council asked me to arrive before midday. I was told today is the contract signing."

My stomach dipped.

Contract.

Luna contract.

Her.

She turned to me last, eyes scanning from my robe to my shaking hands and back again. Confusion flickered through her, then something else. Something she hid quickly behind a polite smile.

"I do not believe we have met," she said. "I am Cassandra."

The name felt like ice water sliding down my spine.

Too graceful.

Too bright.

Too calm.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Cassandra looked between us again, as if piecing something together.

"Oh," she said again, softer now. "This must be the breeder girl."

My throat closed.

Kaden stepped in front of me before I could collapse.

"That was not necessary," he said tightly.

Cassandra lifted her brows as if surprised he defended me. Her gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. Her lips parted a little. Her breath hitched. She looked away too quickly.

Something inside her shifted.

She saw him.

Really saw him.

And she did not know what to do with it.

Kael moved to her side. "You were told your role. You will accept the Council's requirements and nothing more."

Cassandra nodded slowly, eyes drifting back to me, then to Kaden again. And this time something new simmered under her expression. Curiosity. Insecurity. Something she did not understand yet.

"I see," she murmured. "So that is why you have been avoiding the idea of choosing a queen."

Kael stiffened. "Do not assume anything."

Cassandra gave a tiny, shaky laugh as if she suddenly felt foolish. "Of course. I am only here to fulfill the contract."

Her eyes slid to the bed again.

The sheets.

The scent.

Me.

Her expression flickered.

Very small.

Very quick.

But not invisible.

Jealousy.

Or the beginning of it.

Something tight and bitter squeezed through her chest before she pushed it down.

She clasped her hands politely and bowed. "I should give you privacy. We will speak when you are ready."

She turned toward the door, but as she passed me, she paused. Just a fraction of a second. Her perfume curled around me like warm sugar.

"You look tired," she said gently. "The breeders are usually kept in separate quarters. I am sure they will move you soon."

Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Then she left the room.

The door clicked shut behind her.

And the silence she left behind felt choking.

Kael exhaled slowly. "This is a problem."

Kaden rubbed his jaw with one hand. "A very big one."

I swallowed hard. "Who is she."

Kael's answer was quiet. "Our contract Luna."

My stomach twisted violently.

Kaden looked at the door as if her shadow were still there. "She is not supposed to care about anything beyond the contract terms."

But something in his face said he already knew.

She would.

Kael turned to me. "We will move you. She cannot see you again in here."

My legs trembled. My pulse raced. Something sharp clawed at my ribs.

"What if she suspects something," I whispered.

Kaden stared at the door with a troubled frown. "She already does."

Kael's expression darkened. "She will not act on it. Not yet."

I pressed a hand to my throat because suddenly breathing felt impossible.

"Not yet," I repeated. "What happens when she does."

Neither of them answered.

And that silence told me everything.

Because somewhere down that hallway

Cassandra stopped walking

leaned against the wall

pressed a hand to her racing heart

and whispered to herself in a trembling voice:

Why did it hurt to see him look at her.

That was her beginning.

And the start of my next disaster.

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