Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

The trip to the altar was treacherous, the air thick with tension. The closer we got, the more the landscape seemed to shift, dark energy rippling through the forest like a living thing. I could feel the altar's pull long before we saw it—an

oppressive, suffocating presence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.noveldrama

And then, just before we reached the clearing, they appeared.

Our pack members.

Wolves we had grown up with, fought beside, shared memories with-they stood before us now, their eyes glazed, movements mechanical. They were under the witch's control, just like the others. My heart twisted painfully at the sight.

"What is going on," Nathan whispered.

"We can't hurt them," I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

Nathan and Tristan exchanged a look, their expressions grim. "We won't," Nathan said, his voice low and determined. "We'll free them."

Tristan gripped my arm, his eyes locked on mine. "Do what you do best, Ella."

They growled at us, and the drowning feeling was overwhelming.

"I know you can do this, just do it. You are the only one who can help us fight the magic and demons." Tristan said.

I nodded, steeling myself. I knew I had the power and I was the blessed one. It was upto me to make things work.

As the wolves moved toward us, I closed my eyes, calling forth the power within me-the power of the white wolf. I felt the familiar rush of energy course through my veins, the light building inside me, ready to break through the darkness.

When I opened my eyes, they glowed with a soft, white light. I reached out, letting the power flow from me in waves, washing over the pack members. At first, they hesitated, their movements stuttering as if caught between two forces.

Then, one by one, the wolves began to shake off the witch's control, their eyes clearing as they returned to themselves. I watched as confusion and relief flooded their expressions. Some fell to their knees, gasping for breath, while others staggered back, as if waking from a nightmare.

"You did it," Nathan whispered beside me, his voice filled with awe.

I breathed out slowly, my heart swelling with hope as more and more wolves returned to their senses.

"Ella!" One of them, a young warrior named Isaac, stumbled forward, his eyes wide with realization. “She... she had us. We couldn't fight it. But you-" His voice broke, and he bowed his head. "Thank you."

I touched his shoulder. "We're not done yet."

More wolves came forward, those who had been freed by my power. Their expressions hardened with resolve, their loyalty unshaken despite what had happened. Many of them volunteered immediately, standing beside Nathan and Tristan, ready to protect us as we pressed forward.

We were no longer alone.

With the freed werewolves at our side, we pushed toward the altar. The final battle was looming, but I knew one thing for sure.

The witch had underestimated us.

And that was her first mistake.

The moment

reached the center

of the altar, my blood ran cold. There, in the middle of the twisted ancient stones, Wendy was bound to a large wooden cross. The ropes dug into her wrists and ankles, her head hanging low as if the life had been drained from her. She was motionless, her body slumped as though the last of her strength had been stolen away.

"No..." I whispered, my heart shattering at the sight.

Wendy, one of my dearest friends, had been caught in the witch's web. Guilt tore

at my chest-guilt that I hadn't realized sooner, that I hadn't been fast enough to protect her.

Nathan's hand gripped my shoulder, grounding me, but I could feel his tension too. Tristan stood rigid beside him, his eyes wide with disbelief. They had always seen Wendy as part of our pack, someone they, too, cared for.

Before I could take a step forward, the air shimmered, and the witch appeared from the shadows, her voice like nails on glass. "Ah, Ella," she purred, her eyes gleaming with malice. "How touching."

She stepped forward, her dark robes trailing on the ground, her face twisted into a mocking smile. I

recognized her immediately. Shon et

was the same presence I had felt on the plane-the one who had controlled the flight attendant. She had been watching us alfalong, pulling the strings while we

scrambled in the dark.

I clenched my fists, anger surging through me. "Let her go!" My voice echoed through the forest, vibrating with a power I could barely contain.

The witch chuckled, as if amused by my fury. "Let her go? Why, of course." She waved her hand, and beneath Wendy, flames ignited, circling her feet and licking up toward the cross.

"No!" I screamed, surging forward, but Nathan and Tristan held me back. I struggled against them, my heart racing, but they knew what I didn't want to admit if I rushed in, I'd risk burning us all.

The witch's laugh was cruel, echoing around the clearing. "You see, Ella, I'm feeling generous today. I'm giving her back to you, just as you asked."

In an instant, felt the shift-the witch had released her control over Wendy. Her head snapped up, and her eyes, once dull and lifeless, blinked with clarity and awareness.

She gasped for breath, prene

flooding her features as she realized where she was, as she saw the fire creeping closer.

"Ella!" Wendy's voice was hoarse, full of fear, but her gaze locked onto mine.

"Ella, don't-don't save me. Please."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What?"

"Let me go," Wendy pleaded, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the soot from the flames. "Forget about me. Save the twins' parents... save your own." Her voice was thick with emotion. "I'm already lost."