Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 91

“Where the hell are you, Ella?” Sophie huffed in frustration.

Anger has become Sara’s friend lately and she is always so angry. Maybe she needed a little space of her own or some peace of mind.

Which this conference has not provided her but had given her more trouble.

Ella hadn’t returned to the quarters on time, and this was concerning. A knot of unease tightened in Sara’s chest. Ella was never late, especially not when they were this deep in enemy territory. Something was wrong. Without hesitation, Sara grabbed her coat and slipped out of the quarters, moving swiftly through the dense forest toward the meeting place where Ryan had asked Ella to meet him.

The night was still, the moon casting a silvery glow on the forest floor, but Sara’s instincts were on high alert. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her tense. She pushed herself to move faster, her heart pounding louder with every step.

As she neared the clearing, she spotted movement up ahead—several figures patrolling. Moonlake Pack warriors. Sara narrowed her eyes and slowed, her breath coming in controlled, silent puffs. They shouldn’t be this far out unless they were looking for something—or someone.

She watched them for a moment, sizing up their numbers, and then without hesitation, she sprang into action. The first warrior didn’t see her coming, and Sara delivered a swift blow to his ribs, knocking him off his feet. He let out a muffled groan as he collapsed. The others barely had time to react before she was on them, her fists and feet moving with deadly precision. She weaved through their attacks, striking with calculated force, her strength far beyond what they were prepared to face.

“You should know who I really am,” Sara smiled to herself.

Within minutes, the warriors were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, but Sara didn’t stick around to finish them off. She had no time for that. Something far more urgent was waiting for her.

She continued her way through the woods until she reached the meeting place. The moment she stepped into the building, her stomach dropped. There was no sign of Ella or Ryan. Just an eerie silence and the unmistakable signs of a struggle.

The earth was churned up, patches of dirt and broken branches scattered around. A few drops of blood dotted the ground, glistening darkly in the moonlight. Sara crouched, her fingers tracing the deep footprints left by what had to be a scuffle. She could almost feel the tension that had lingered here, the desperate fight that had taken place.

But where were they?

Her heart raced, and she stood, scanning the area once more, but nothing else was out of place—just the remnants of a battle that had ended too soon.

Ella and Ryan were gone.

Nathan’s eyes widened as the realization sank in. The pain wasn’t random—it was a signal, an instinctual warning that their mate, Ella, was in danger. The bond between them pulsed with agony, a desperate cry for help.

“We need to get back,” Nathan said, his voice filled with urgency as he straightened up, still reeling from the pain. There was no time to waste.

Tristan was already moving, his eyes blazing with fury and fear. "Now."

Without another word, the twins bolted through the forest, their hearts pounding in sync with the rapid thrum of dread that gripped them. The force controlling the rogues suddenly felt insignificant compared to the overwhelming sense of danger surrounding Ella. Something had gone horribly wrong, and they were running out of time.

As they raced back to the Packhouse, one thought consumed them: finding Ella before it was too late.

Only thoughts of Ella consumed their minds, their emotions a volatile mix of anger and fear that they struggled to control. The uncertainty gnawed at them, and they clung to a fragile hope that everything was alright and that Ella was safe.

But, the excruciating pain they felt was a clear indication that Ella was likely in grave danger, amplifying their worry and making every moment feel more torturous than the last.