Mated to Twin Brothers

The Wolf’s Dominion

Peniel

Meeting with the lion in his den is like stepping into the jaws of fate, where the slightest misstep could cost you everything. Yet, what if the lion’s gaze softens when it sees you, its hunger shifting from one of dominance to something deeper, more primal? The uncertainty is suffocating—does it desire you for its own gain, ready to devour you whole when your usefulness fades, or does it find in you a rare comfort, a solace that even a beast craves?

Cassian’s voice dropped to a murmur, the words almost tender as he wrapped his fingers around mine. "I'm glad you're here, Peniel." He lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across my knuckles, his blue eyes never leaving me, studying me like I was something precious.

I remained silent, my gaze fixed elsewhere, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

"Are you feeling compelled to see me?" His voice held a teasing edge, but there was something more beneath it.

I tilted my head slightly, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "What do you think?"

He chuckled, but the sound lacked humor. "I can scent my brother on you." The words, spoken so casually, struck like a blade, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking up at him. My wolf stirred within me, restless, but I forced her back down.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prince Cassian," I muttered, the title slipping from my lips like a weapon.

His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck flexing as he tried to keep his composure. "Don’t do that," he bit out.

I arched a brow, feigning innocence. "Do what?"

"Calling me that while you call him by his name," he ground out.

Inside, I couldn’t help but laugh. He would always be like this—possessive, wounded by the simplest things. Our bond was strong, but I knew better than to believe it would ever be more than that. Love was not something Cassian could truly offer, not while Lucian’s shadow loomed over him, over us.

This was not about me; it never had been. It was a battle between brothers, a struggle for power and dominance, with me caught in the middle—a pawn in their game for the throne of the most powerful Alpha King. And yet, in this one-sided fight, they both failed to see the truth: I had never belonged to either of them.

"You think I'm doing this on purpose?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.

He let out a low chuckle, dark and humorless. "I think you know exactly what you're doing, Peniel. The bond between us . . . It's strong, but so is the one you share with Lucian. And you've been spending more time with him, haven't you?"

I bit my lip, unable to deny it. Lucian's presence lingered on me like a second skin, his scent, his touch—it was all there, undeniable and potent. But that didn't make what I shared with Cassian any less. I can still feel my bond with him, though they're all loveless.

"You're jealous," I finally said, perhaps trying to make him mad. "You can't stand that I'm his as much as I am yours."

Cassian's jaw clenched. "Jealous? Perhaps. But it's more than that, Peniel. You're torn between us, and it's driving me mad. I can feel every shift in your emotions, every time you think of him." His hand went to cupped my cheeks, I can feel the warmth of his hand.

I stepped closer to him, challenging the space between us. "You have no right to be jealous. You wanted me for the throne."

He hesitated, his blue eyes flashing with something deeper, something raw. "Maybe I am jealous, Peniel and it wasn't because of what you think and I won't let him take your love."

For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. My wolf stirred again.

"I am bound to both of you," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I've chosen to submit to you both, and you can't claim me alone. And you have to keep in mind that there’s no love for you to steal—I don’t love him.” His hand trailed down to my neck.

"I know, love," he murmured, his gaze fixed on my lips. "But..." His voice faltered, a shadow of concern darkening his eyes. "The Alpha King has been searching desperately for the culprit who has been silent for days... and I feel like my brother might know something." His voice dropped to a low grumble, and he searched my eyes, a flicker of unease dancing in his.

"You're worried he might ascend the throne instead of you?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, and his tongue flicked over his lips nervously.

"I want the best for you, love," he said softly. "I want you to become my Luna, and I wish to be yours." His eyes held a plea, an earnest request. "I need your help."

His worry was palpable, more than just the words he spoke. It was in the way his emotions radiated through him, making me smile despite the gravity of the situation. Lucian, I knew, was indifferent to the throne—his focus lay elsewhere.

"Don't worry," I whispered, turning my back to him, my voice a soothing balm. "I don’t think Lucian knows anything." As I moved away, his grip tightened around my waist, pulling me back to him with a possessive insistence.

Cassian's grip on my waist was firm yet gentle, his breath warm against the back of my neck as he pulled me closer. His hand slid down from my waist, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip, sending a shiver through me.

"Peniel," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I don't want to share you, not like this." His lips brushed against my ear, the heat of his breath making my heart race.

His hand tightened on my hip, pulling me flush against his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. “You don’t have a choice, Cassian. I have the choice to make.”

"Are you protecting him?"

I swallowed hard. "N-No," I whispered. "You forget—I despise both of you."

His gaze lingered on my lips, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. "That doesn’t seem to be the case right now."

"I’m telling you this to ease your worries," I said with a firm tone as I wove my lie. "I’m learning more about him for you. I haven’t seen any sign or feel the danger of the culprit visiting this pack for the past few days so I can’t catch him . . . “ I let my words trail off.

A small, satisfied smile crept across his face, his eyes gleaming with relief.

“I know I can’t solo you, love,” he said softly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. "But that doesn't mean I can't want more."

A gasp escaped my lips as his mouth trailed down my neck, his kisses growing more insistent. The possessiveness in his touch, the way he claimed me with every kiss, every caress, it was intoxicating, overwhelming. My wolf stirred, urging me to give in, to let him take what he wanted.

But I couldn't shake the image of Lucian from my mind, the way he looked at me, the way his touch lingered just as powerfully. Cassian's jealousy wasn't just about me—it was about the throne, the power struggle between them, and I was caught in the middle.

"Cassian," I breathed, trying to focus, but his lips found the hollow of my throat, and I couldn't hold back a moan.

He grinned against my skin, sensing my

surrender.

“Forget about him," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Right now, you're mine. Mine all alone.”

I turned in his arms, facing him, my hands sliding up his chest as I met his gaze."Then make me forget," I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, as he pushed me against the wall. His hands roamed over my body, claiming every inch of me as his own.