Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

The tension between Adonis and me hadn't fully dissipated; it lingered like a shadow that neither of us could shake. Though he wore a mask of acceptance, one that suggested he had come to terms with the situation, I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the space between us. His silence spoke volumes, and even after all this time, a part of me still hadn't forgiven him for what had happened in the past. I knew he sensed it. It was evident in the way he hesitated before speaking to me, in the brief pauses that punctuated his sentences, as if pride and guilt were wrestling behind his unreadable eyes.

"I understand, Ella," Adonis finally said, his voice calm and measured, yet betraying an underlying current of disappointment. He was trying trying to maintain control, trying to keep his emotions in check. "We'll do things your way." There was reluctance in his tone, and I knew it wasn't easy for him to yield. His agreement, however begrudging, was the best I was going to get. I met his gaze without flinching, my own expression unyielding, offering no reassurance or softening of my stance. "Good," I replied curtly. "Let's focus on finding the witch."

Adonis nodded, though the tension between us hadn't lessened. "Do you really believe that Alpha Rambo and the witch are the only ones involved in this conspiracy?"

Before I could respond, Tristan glanced between us, his brow furrowed in thought. "No," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I don't believe they're the only ones. If they were working alone, this conspiracy would have been exposed and dismantled by now. Their plan is still in motion, which means there are more players behind the scenes. The witch we found might just be a pawn, a proxy for someone much more powerful. I think it's the truth—or at least a part of it.”

We all nodded in agreement, the weight of his words settling over us like a cold blanket. The possibility that we were dealing with something far larger and more intricate than we had imagined was unsettling, but we couldn't afford to dismiss any potential leads.

"We need to consider every possibility,” I said firmly, my gaze sweeping across the group. "We can't afford to overlook anything. Every corner needs to be examined, every stone turned. We'll take nothing for granted."

The air around us crackled with tension, and I could feel the gravity of the situation pressing down on us. The conspiracy had to be brought to an end, and this vaccine-Celie's vaccine-might be the key to doing just that. But it was clear we were still missing crucial pieces of the puzzle, and until we uncovered the full scope of the plot, we were all walking on a knife's edge.

The next few days were a flurry of activity as we threw everything we had into tracking down any leads. We used every resource available-contacts, surveillance, even spells from Celie's research-but nothing. The witch was careful, too careful. We were running in circles, and it was driving me mad.

"We're wasting time," I muttered to the twins one evening, pacing the room. "Every day we waste, they gain more power."

Nathan's eyes followed me as I moved, calm as always. "We'll find them. It's only a matter of time."

"Ava doesn't think so," Tristan added, lounging on the couch with that lazy smirk of his. "She thinks the witch will come to us."

I stopped pacing. "Ava?"

Nathan nodded. "She suggested we focus on the wedding for now. The witch will reveal themselves when the time is right."

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "A wedding? Now?"

Tristan grinned. "What, you're not interested in being the bride of the century?"

I shot him a glare. "You know I'm not."

Nathan sighed. “It would be a distraction, yes. But there's merit to what Ava's saying."

"I'm not doing it," I said firmly. "Not until we find the witch."

The twins exchanged a glance, clearly disappointed, but they didn't push further. For now, we had a job to do.

Later that week, as if the universe

had conspired to mock any semblance of seriousness, Sara and Ryan unveiled a plan so absurd it bordered on genius. They decided to take wedding photos in Seattle-not for sentimental reasons, but purely to provoke Adonis. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Sara had always relished any opportunity to push his buttons, and this latest stunt was just another notch in her rebellious belt. Ryan, of course, went along with it. His calm, unwavering demeanor always served as the perfect counterbalance to Sara's fiery and impulsive nature. Together, they were a dynamic that both intrigued and bewildered me.

But then, the situation took an unexpected turn.

"Come on, Ella," Sara called out with a mischievous sparkle in her eye, holding up an elegant, flowing dress. "You can't say no to a good photoshoot."

I groaned, already feeling the weight of her scheme. "Sara, I'm not getting roped into this. These pictures aren't to celebrate anything real-they're just to rile up Adonis."

She waved a hand dismissively, as though my protests were of no consequence. "Oh, sure. But still, it'll be fun! And let's not forget, it's Seattle. How often do you get the chance to take beautiful photos in a city like that?"

I opened my mouth to decline, again, fully prepared to stand my ground, when I turned around and found myself staring into the puppy-dog eyes of the twins. Nathan and Tristan, standing side by side, had perfected the art of synchronized pleading, their expressions a mirror of each other's irresistible charm. noveldrama

"Really?" I sighed, my resolve already cracking under their combined assault. "You two are impossible."

Nathan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We promise, we won't make you wear white."

Tristan chuckled, flashing a grin that was impossible not to find infectious. "But whatever you wear, you'll look stunning. You know that."

It was hard to fight against their charm, and as much as I wanted to resist, I could

feel my willpower slipping. "Fine," I relented, shaking my head. "I'll do it."

Sara let out a triumphant whoop, her

arms flung in the air as if she had just won a major victory. The twins exchanged glances of mutual satisfaction, clearly pleased with their success. I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a small smile. I couldn't believe how easily I had been convinced, but somehow, a part of me was amused at the whole

ridiculousness of the situation.