Possessed by the Twin Alphas

2. Goodbye and Hello

Keya's POV

Two days later, I knew I wouldn't survive in this pack, not like this. But I couldn't reject him yet either.

My brother's big day was coming soon. I couldn't spoil it yet. His birthday and his Alpha ceremony was both in the same day. I couldn't spoil it with my sob story. That was the only reason I wasn't telling Ryker, my brother, yet. That was the only reason I was going to walk away for now. Calmly....

I packed my clothes in a suitcase, my heart seething. I was ready to make James eat his words, but first, I needed to heal. I needed a break from this madness.

I had to get away from this place for a while. And my wolf agreed with that. She had been filled with rage and anger, and it had taken a while to calm her down, to promise her that I wouldn't let him walk all over me, over us.

"You better keep that promise."

"I will."

I sighed, closing my eyes. This was the room when I first kissed James. This was where we mated, and for two days, he walked into this room, wearing her scent like I didn't matter. Like... I was not here.

I needed home. I wanted to see my brother and my friends, and my best friend. She would help me find my objective.

I lugged my suitcase out of the door with a frown.

The only thing left was the final sting of seeing James again.

James sat at the long oak table, a plate piled high with pancakes, syrup dripping down the sides. His casual demeanor made my blood boil. Like he hadn't just walked into our room, wearing her scent!

How could he sit there, so unbothered? Like nothing had changed. Like I hadn’t just been fighting a battle in my chest, torn between betrayal and the need for revenge. Like he hadn't just totally obliterated my trust just two days ago?

It burns, the anger and betrayal like a sword made of fire.

He looked up from his plate when he heard my footsteps, and for a moment, his eyes softened. And I remember the first time we met. He was the one who chased me, who professed his undying love, his loyalty.

He called me his everything. He said he would burn the world for me. I was a fool. I was a fool to trust him, to think that I had found something great with him.

It was all a lie. There was no love. No loyalty. Not really.

Not when he could toss me aside so easily. Not when I saw the truth in the way he looked at Miranda... like she was the one who mattered now.

I was sure now. Everything was a game to him, right from the beginning.

And goddess, I hated that I had fell for it like an i***t.

I hated how my chest still ached when I saw him. Hated how I still questioned if maybe I’d done something wrong.

I felt powerless. Like someone had shattered my self-esteem with a single blow and then scattered the pieces at his feet. It made me feel lost, but no... NO.

"You are not powerless," my wolf snarled.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something just to hear it shatter the way I had. But I didn’t. I stood there, back straight, nails biting into my palms.

Because he didn’t deserve to see me fall apart.

His eyes narrowed, scanning me and then my luggage.

"Keya?" His voice was tentative, like he didn’t understand what was happening. “What is... what’s going on?”

I could hear the confusion in his tone, but it didn’t change anything. It didn’t stop the boiling anger inside me from rising. The hurt. The humiliation.

He blinked at me, as if searching for some answer in my face, like I was supposed to give him a reason—but the truth was, he didn’t deserve one.

I folded my arms across my chest and met his gaze, my voice sharp. “What’s going on, James? What’s going on? You really don’t know?”

He pushed his plate aside, setting his utensils down with a slight clink. “Keya, please, I don’t know what’s happening, but I—"

“Really?” I cut him off, my laugh short and bitter. “You don’t know? You came back to our room after you had s*x with her for two days, and you’re still acting like I’m the one who doesn’t understand?”

His face twisted in guilt, but there was still a defensiveness in his posture, like he didn’t want to admit what he had done was wrong, that this open relationship was not born out of his desire to cheat.

Like I was somehow a part of all of this.

“Look, I never meant to hurt you. You know that.” His voice softened, like he was trying to reach me, trying to be reasonable, as if reasonable didn’t involve pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. “You know that, don’t you?”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me? You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what this is about?” My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. “You don’t get to act like a hero, James, not when you are nothing but a villain."

His gaze flickered, shifting between guilt and frustration, but there was something else in his eyes now—something desperate.

“Keya... Please don’t tell Ryker. He doesn’t need to know about this. I... I still love you. This.-this isn’t what I wanted. You'll always be my Luna.”

Like that was something worth holding on to.

The Luna Title. What use I had of it without the Alpha's love and loyalty? It wasn't like I mated with him for a title. My life was already perfect before he came.

Oh f*ck this useless basta.rd.

I felt my jaw tighten, that burning rage flickering beneath my chest. Love. He used that word like it had any meaning anymore.

I stepped back, letting out a small, humorless chuckle. “Love? Don’t. Just don’t. You don’t get to say that to me after everything," I hissed, coldly. “You’ve destroyed any love we had, James. And now you want me to keep quiet about it? For you? For your precious little secret?”

His face fell, and for a brief second, I could see the regret, the panic in his eyes—but it was too late.

"Please, don't go."

"I won't tell Ryker anything, if that's what you are worried about." I turned away, not bothering to look back. “I’ll come back when I feel like it, James. So, stop pretending like you care,” I said, my voice sharp and final.

“Keya... no.” He stood up quickly, the chair scraping against the floor. “Please. Don’t go. Don’t do this.”

I didn’t look at him as I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "I need some space to think. Time to breathe without you in my face, trying to act like nothing’s changed. Everything has changed, James. Every f*cking thing. You made sure of that."

"Nothing changed," he whispered. "It's just s*x, what I do with her. It's not like this... this thing between us."

He was getting desperate, and it was showing. If I wasn't the butt of this bad joke, I would have laughed.

I spun around to face him, throwing my bag down with a growl. My chest was heaving, my breath ragged.

“F*ck. If you want her, at least, admit it like a man. Don't act like a pathetic coward, and try to make me feel like I should apologize for your mistakes. I don't have to feel sorry for you, for your f*****g disloyalty.”

He flinched, but I didn’t care. I was done holding it in. I was done being the woman who silently suffered.

“You can ask Miranda to sleep in my room if she wants," I sneered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m sure she’ll fit in perfectly. Sleep in our bed, f*ck her in our room. You don’t have to sneak away like a damn thief every night.”

James’s face paled, and his expression flickered between guilt and defensiveness. “No, I won't. It's our room." He said it like it was still sacred.

Oh, this useless b@stard.

"This isn’t our room anymore, James. This is your room with her. You can keep lying to yourself if you want, but I'm not a fool to believe your lies."

He opened his mouth again, probably to say something about how we could work through this, how we could fix it. But I was already done listening.

I bent down and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder with a sudden motion, my back to him. "I’ll come back,” I said over my shoulder, voice steady, but the rage still simmering beneath it. “But don’t expect me to be the same woman. Not after everything you’ve done.”

When I stepped outside, the cool morning air hit my face, and I let out a long breath.

I didn’t even look back as I got into my car with a growl.

James would regret making me his pawn. He’d regret every moment he spent with Miranda. And when he realized what he’d lost, it would be too late.

I would make him feel every ounce of the humiliation I’d felt. I would punish him in a way that he couldn’t possibly come back from.

But not yet. Not today.

Today, I was going to Stormveil to gather the strength I needed for what was coming.

And when I was ready, when the time was right, I’d return. Not as the woman he once knew.

But as the woman who would ruin him.

I will RUIN him.

***

The tires crunched over the gravel as I pulled away from Ashmoor. The house grew smaller in the rear view mirror, its shadow finally lifting off my chest with every mile I put between us. I didn’t look back—not once. That place, that man, that lie—it could all rot.

The silence in the car was deafening, so I finally reached for my phone and called Cara.

Cara and I had been best friends since we were little.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Hi, darling, how are you?” she said, her voice brisk but warm, like she already knew. Maybe she did.

I exhaled. “I’m on my way to Stormveil.”

A pause.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice tender. Sometimes, she knew my pain before I knew it. Like magic.

No.

Not even close. But I was breathing, and that had to count for something.

“I will be. I just need some time away from this asshole, and a hell of a lot of tequila.”

She let out a growl. “s**t. What did he do this time? That f*****g piece of s**t. What did he do?” She hated James. I should have trusted her instincts. She had always been good at judging people.

My grip tightened on the wheel. “He asked me that we should open our relationship, and now he is officially sleeping with Miranda. The late-night runs. The lies. And then he had the audacity to beg me not to tell Ryker because he ‘still loves me.’”

Cara didn’t say anything at first. Then, slowly, “Do you want me to kill him? I will be very very discreet, but also I will make him cry and scream.”

That made me laugh—just a little. “Not yet. But maybe someday.”

“Come home, babe. I'll get your old room ready."

“Thanks, Cara. I love you."

“For you? Always. I love you more.”

I hung up, my heart becoming a little steadier now. I didn’t realize how much I’d been holding in until I heard her voice. Someone who knew me—who didn’t see me as just a title or a mate, but as Keya.

As I crossed the border into Stormveil territory after another two hours, the air changed—crisper, heavier with power. My brother’s pack was nothing like Ashmoor. It was strong. Organized. Fierce. A place where warriors trained before dawn, and loyalty was currency.

I drove past the tall pine trees that lined the pack lands, the familiar curve of the mountain roads bringing back memories I’d buried long ago. My heart twisted with something that felt like grief, but also something else.

Relief.

Home. This was my home.

Ashmoor never felt like home in the seven months I lived there.

And then, finally, the gate came into view.

There she was.

Cara stood tall, arms crossed, dark braids swinging in the wind, eyes sharp and waiting like the badass warrior she’d always been. Dressed in black leather and a smug grin, she looked like every inch the lethal, loyal best friend I needed right now.

Oh yes, if I asked, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him. I knew that much.

I parked, killed the engine, and stepped out.

Cara raised an eyebrow. “So. You going to cry in my arms, or do we skip to burning his house down?”

I shook my head. "Neither. We are going to make him cry."

"Sounds good enough to me."

She pulled me into a hug, tight and grounding, and I let myself feel it. All of it. The heartbreak, the betrayal, the numbness—and beneath it, the slow, rising burn of vengeance.

She pulled back, studying my face. “We’re going to get you through this. And when you're ready? We’ll make him regret ever laying eyes on you.”

“I’m ready for that already,” I said, straightening. "I will break him, Cara. Mark my words."

Because I hadn’t just come back to heal.

I’d come back to remember who I was—before James.

And when I went back, he'd see it, he'd see me, and regret it.

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