Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

The sun shone brightly over the clearing, casting a warm glow on the gathered guests. The scent of blooming wildflowers filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of laughter and music. Today was the day-the day Sara and Ryan would finally tie the knot, a celebration of love, unity, and new beginnings.

And also the day when me and twins will do the same.

As I stood beside Sara, my heart swelled with joy. She looked breathtaking in her white dress, radiating happiness. I adjusted my own dress, feeling the weight of the moment as I took a deep breath. This was it. The culmination of everything we had fought for.

I looked at the twins and they smiled at me.

Before the priest could ask any of us anything, Nathan screamed, "Yes I do!," and he rushed toward me, and I laughed at him as Tristan dragged him back.

"Stay here," He said as he shook his head.

We both said our vows and Nathan and Tristan kissed me intensely.

This was official.

We were endgames.

And we were together forever.

But as the ceremony unfolded, my gaze wandered. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar figure on the fringes of the crowd. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized Marilyn.

My mother, or the women who were my mother but acted like we were nothing to each other. She let people hurt me, only because she wanted to. She was supposed to protect me but the only thing she did was to hurt me.

She looked disheveled, her hair unkempt and clothes wrinkled, as if she had stumbled out of a storm. I watched as she approached, and an unsettling mixture of emotions stirred within me.

"Ella,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. "Congratulations on the wedding."

"Thanks," I replied, my tone flat, devoid of warmth. I couldn't muster any sympathy for her.

She continued, her eyes darting around as if searching for something-or someone. "Jack's been arrested for theft and assault. I'm alone now." Her words hung in the air, but they felt distant, like echoes of a past I was no longer tethered to.

I regarded her coolly, emotions muted. I had spent too long entangled in her chaos, and now I felt nothing but a sense of relief that she was no longer a part of my life.

Adonis appeared beside me, his expression tense. Without a word, he shoved a handful of bills at Marilyn, his irritation palpable. "Get out of here," he commanded, his voice low and menacing.

Marilyn's eyes flickered with something that resembled greed as she snatched the money. A small part of me felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction seeing her dismissed, but mostly, I felt an emptiness where empathy once resided. As she turned to leave, I shook my head, the finality of our severed ties settling over me like a comforting blanket.

I turned back to the ceremony, and my heart swelled as I found myself surrounded by those who truly mattered. Luna, Sara's mother, stood nearby, her eyes shining with pride and affection. The twins' mother joined us, her warmth radiating like sunlight.

Just then, Wendy arrived, her smile bright and genuine. She rushed over, enveloping me in a tight embrace. "Congratulations, Ella! I'm so proud of you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness.

"Thank you, Wendy," I said, returning her hug, feeling the weight of gratitude wash over me. "I couldn't have made it without you."

In that moment, surrounded by love and support, realized something profound had built a new

family-one that was loving,

supportive, and free from the tet

that had once consumed me. My heart swelled with appreciation for the bonds I had formed, the friendships I had cultivated, and the unshakeable love I shared with the twins.

I glanced at Sara and Ryan, who were lost in their moment of bliss, and I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. They had found their happiness, and I had found mine alongside them.

As the ceremony continued, I made

a silent promise to myself. I would cherish these moments, hold onto the love that surrounded me, and let go of the darkness that had once threatened to engulf my life.

Today marked not just a wedding but a celebration of newnoveldrama

beginnings a chance to forge ahead, unencumbered by the

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shadows of my past. With my heart full and my spirit soaring, I embraced my future, knowing that it was brighter than ever before.

Just as I was talking to guests, something happened.

Tristan hauled me in his arms and started running.

"Sorry, folks. We have serious business." Nathan screamed as he ran after us.

Howling started behind us and people started hooting.

It was embarrassing.

But I was happy, they were so proud of me that they wanted to show me off.

They were my biggest achievement.

I giggled in his arms and we entered the room.

"You are in so much trouble, little mate," Tristan growled.

My dress was hanging on a thin thread, and most of my breasts were already halfway out of the dress.

"This is what you wanted, "I purred and he made me stand swiftly, making me giggle.

"Do you want to be fucked?" Nathan asked, nuzzling my neck, dropping small wet kisses along the way.

"Like you don't want that," I teased him, he took advantage of that and roughly grabbed my pussy.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, by yanking his hair hard, so we were on the same level.

Tristan hosted me up and I circled my legs around his waist while dancing with his tongue in my mouth.

"You will be the death of me," he panted and pinched my waist, where he was holding me.

"I have heard this before, try something different," I said as he threw me on the

bed.

"Yeah, so what about this, you make me want to live more," he said and started prowling toward me.

I looked at their darkened eyes, their thirst for me.