Fated to My Twin Sister's Alpha (Violet and Asher) novel Chapter 111

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I turned to him, fury burning in my chest.

“You took something from me, Michael. And now I’m taking it back.”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his jaw. “You always see things in black and white, don’t you? You act like I did this for no reason.”‘

“There is no reason that justifies this.”

His expression darkened.

“You don’t get it,” he growled. “He took everything from me”

“So this is revenge?” I snapped.

He scoffed. “Call it whatever you want. But you think I’m the

bad guy here? Look at him, Violet. Look at what his family has

done. You think he’s innocent?”

My hands clenched into fists. “I don’t care what he’s done. He’s

mine.”

He eyed me, then pulled a gun from the table nearby and aimed

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it at me. My pulse spiked, but I stood my ground.

A gun.

He lifted it slowly, leveling it at me.

I didn’t flinch.

“You really think you can shoot me before I tear your throat

out?” I asked, voice steady.

For a moment, we just stared at each other.

A flicker of hesitation. A shadow of doubt.

I took a step forward, closing the distance between us.

“Put it down, Michael.”

He didn’t.

“I did this for you!” he snapped. “And you still refuse to see it!

You let Asher do whatever he wanted. He’s the reason Kylie

suffered, the reason our family broke apart. It’s all his fault, and

yet you all worship him like a hero. We are better off without

him!”

My hands clenched into fists.

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“You don’t get to spin this as some kind of favor,” I spat.

“I did what I had to!” he shouted. “You don’t understand what

it’s like–what he took from me!”

“And that justifies kidnapping my mate?” My voice rose,

echoing off the cabin walls.

Michael’s eyes darkened. “He ruined everything. And Tuba-

Tuba would still be alive if it weren’t for him.”

Tuba.

So that was what this was really about.

“No, Michael,” I said, my voice as cold as ice. “You’re the one who

caused this. And I will never forgive you.”

The air crackled with tension, his grip on the gun tightening.

His rage was practically radiating off of him.

I took another step closer, until the gun was pressing against

my chest.

“I’m taking Asher with me,” I said evenly. “If you want to stop

me, this is your chance.”

Violet’s POV

Max’s hands trembled slightly as he aimed the gun at me, but his eyes were steady, filled with a storm of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. Pain. Hatred. A twisted sense of justice.

“Don’t force my hand, Violet.” His voice was strained, barely masking the internal war raging inside him. “You know I never wanted this. But my mate is gone, and Asher. he still gets to live. That isn’t fair.”

My chest tightened.

How had it come to this? How had we, people who once shared laughs and battles side by side, ended up here–on opposite ends of a loaded gun?

“You think punishing Asher will bring her back?” My voice was

low, cold. I refused to let him see the flicker of sympathy in my

eyes. “Look at yourself, Michael. You’re shaking. You don’t

want to do this.”

Max swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. “He has everything I

lost. I can’t let that go.”

“Then you’re no better than the people who destroyed your

mate’s pack. How many times do I have to say it? The mistakes

of the Royal Council and the old King aren’t Asher’s fault. Why

should he bear the punishment for what they did?”

A flash of uncertainty crossed his face, but he shoved it down,

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