Twin Alphas' Blessed Luna

Chapter 5

Amaryllis

Mika’s hand slides higher, his fingers grazing my stomach with rough, possessive intent. His green eyes burn into mine, filled with something dark and dangerous, the kind of malevolence that can make your skin crawl. I’m pinned to the cold wall, my heart hammering in my chest, and my breath trapped in my throat. Every inch of me screams to fight, to push him away, but it’s like my body is frozen under his weight—his presence suffocating, his touch a taunt.

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice a low, twisted purr. His lips hover close to my ear, and the heat from his breath sends an unwelcome shiver down my spine. “I can feel you trembling. Maybe you want me to touch you a little more.”

I grit my teeth, my body twisting against his, but Mika’s hand tightens around my waist, forcing me to stay still. His grip is firm, possessive, like I belong to him, and the sick satisfaction in his eyes only deepens my disgust.

“Stop,” I choke out, my voice trembling with anger and fear, but there’s no mistaking the tremor of panic beneath the surface.

Mika’s smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement, like my resistance only fuels his twisted game. “Why should I?” he taunts, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. “You were watching, weren’t you? Did you enjoy the show?”

I can barely breathe, the air thick with his scent—cinnamon sugar and spices—sweet and dark, wrapping around me like a fog. It invades my senses, making me feel dizzy, like I’m drowning in him. I try again to push him off, but his body presses harder against mine, every inch of him radiating heat, his fingers tracing the edge of my jeans.

“You’re desperate for attention, aren’t you?” he continues, his voice a sinister whisper. “Come on, admit it. You couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?”

My pulse races, Di’ja snarling inside me, desperate to be unleashed, but I clamp her down. I can’t afford to lose control, not here. Not with him.

Just as Mika’s hand reaches the waistband of my jeans, the door creaks open, and a sharp voice cuts through the oppressive tension.

“Mika. Stop.”

My heart skips a beat, and Mika’s grip loosens, just slightly. His head turns slowly, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as Luka steps into the room, his expression a blend of authority and disapproval. Where Mika’s presence is dark and oppressive, Luka’s feels like a calm storm—controlled but ready to explode.

“You’re ruining my fun, brother,” Mika drawls, but his hand drops from my body. He steps back, running a hand through his raven-black hair, his smirk never faltering. “She’s practically begging for it.”

“I said, stop,” Luka’s tone is sharp, carrying a quiet, commanding force. His gaze flicks toward me, and for a moment, I see the concern etched into his features. “This isn’t a game.”

Mika rolls his eyes, finally stepping back completely, but not without giving me a once-over, his dark amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Always the hero, aren’t you?” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re no fun, Luka.”

Luka ignores him, his eyes shifting fully to me, the tension in his body easing as he approaches. “Are you alright?” His voice is softer now, but there’s a tightness to it, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.

I glance between the two of them, my head spinning. Luka looks exactly like Mika—same jet-black hair, same piercing green eyes, same sharp, chiseled jawline. It’s unsettling how identical they are physically, like staring into a distorted mirror. But the energy they exude couldn’t be more different. Luka’s presence is steady, commanding, where Mika radiates danger and chaos.

“I’m fine,” I manage to say, my voice shaky as I push myself further against the wall, trying to catch my breath. “But your brother—”

Mika cuts in with a low chuckle, his amusement bubbling just beneath the surface. “Oh, come on, princess. Don’t act like you weren’t into it.” He steps forward again, his voice dripping with dark humor. “You’re the new girl, right? The scholarship kid? I bet you thought you could catch some attention, didn’t you? Especially from me.”

I blink, stunned by his audacity. “That’s ridiculous,” I snap, the anger flaring up again. “I was looking for Rita because she stole something from me. I didn’t even know you’d be there.”

“Sure, sure,” Mika says, his smirk widening. “But let’s be honest, you weren’t really looking for her, were you? You came here because you wanted something from me.” He leans closer, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “You wanted me, didn’t you?”

I glare at him, my hands balling into fists, heat flooding my face. “I want nothing to do with you,” I spit out. “I was looking for my necklace. I couldn’t care less about what you and Rita were doing.”

Mika’s eyes narrow, his smirk curling into something darker. “Oh, is that so?” His tone is mocking, his gaze cold and calculating. He turns his head slightly, looking at Luka. “She’s lying. I can smell it. She just wants to get under my skin.”

I feel the anger rising in my chest, my fists tightening. “You’re delusional,” I bite out. “If you don’t leave me alone, I’ll report you. I’ll tell the school about this—about what you did with Rita and how you’ve been harassing me.”

The room goes cold, and Luka’s eyes harden immediately. “Don’t,” he warns, his voice a low rumble. “You don’t want to go there.”

I stare at him, thrown by the sudden shift in his tone. “What are you talking about?”

“Mika’s an asshole, but he’s my brother,” Luka says, his voice firm. “And I won’t let anyone hurt him. Even if you have a complaint, it won’t go anywhere.”

A knot tightens in my stomach. They’re untouchable. Everyone knows who they are—the Solstice twins. Reporting them would only make things worse for me. It’s like an invisible wall closing in around me, making escape impossible.

Mika chuckles again, the sound rich with amusement. “You heard him, princess. You don’t want to make us your enemy. Trust me.”

The weight of their words presses down on me, and I realize how right they are. No one would believe me. No one would take my side. Reporting them would only paint a target on my back.

I swallow the lump of fear in my throat and force myself to nod. “Fine. I won’t say anything.”

Mika’s eyes gleam with satisfaction. “Smart girl.”

I move to leave, my heart pounding, but just as I take a step, Mika reaches for me again, his hand grabbing my arm. Luka grabs my other arm, their hands like iron shackles around my wrists.

“We’re not done with you,” Mika says, his voice dropping lower, a dangerous edge creeping into it.

The moment their skin touches mine, something inside me snaps.

A surge of energy explodes through my body, white-hot and overwhelming. It’s like electricity racing through my veins, burning and freezing me all at once. My breath catches in my throat, my pulse pounding so hard it drowns out everything else. My chest tightens, and a strange warmth blooms inside me, spreading out like wildfire. It feels like a tether, pulling me toward them—both of them—with an intensity that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Cinnamon sugar and spices. Mika’s scent is heady, dark, and sweet, wrapping around me like a drug. And then there’s Luka—bergamot and sage—cool and grounding, cutting through the chaos.

The mate bond snaps into place, undeniable, fierce, and all-consuming. My skin burns where they touch me, and I feel every nerve in my body come alive, vibrating with the force of the connection. It’s overwhelming, suffocating, yet I can’t pull away. The bond pulls me closer, deeper, like an invisible force that I can’t fight.

Di’ja roars to life inside me, her voice echoing in my head with a mixture of shock and wonder.

“Mates!” she screams. “They’re our mates!”

My heart stutters in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. No. This can’t be happening. Not them. Not both of them.

The mate pull is undeniable, like gravity dragging me into their orbit. My wolf is thrashing inside me, desperate to reach out, to claim them, but my mind screams in protest. My skin tingles under their touch, my senses flooded with their scents, their presence. It’s too much. They’re too much.

I glance up at Luka, his eyes wide with recognition, like he feels it too. His expression is conflicted, shock and realization written across his face.

Mika, on the other hand, grins wickedly, his eyes dark with amusement. “Well, well, well,” he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. “Looks like things just got a hell of a lot more interesting.”