Page 144 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“I would die for you,” the guard whispers, completely under my spell now.

“Would you kill for me?”

“Of course.” He smiles dreamily. “I would kill anyone for you.”

I hand him the knife and gesture towards the second guard. “Then kill him.”

“Of course, my love,” he turns around and, without hesitation, stabs the man in front of him. Said guy can barely react, just staring at me in horror and fear as life leaves him.

“How…” he whispers.

“You think you are the only one who can play dirty?” I hiss. “I’m done with this shitshow.” I turn to look at the guard I used my gift on. He is walking closer to me now and reaches out his hand to touch my arm. It’s weird as fuck. I’ve only ever used a bit of my gift, like when we were at the hospital, to make another person like me. But this is crazy! No surprise, Dad always told me to use it very wisely.

I can literally enslave another person that way. It’s not hypnosis; it’s my scent and my pheromones seducing them and making them fall for me so much they would do anything.

Talking about anything. “Lead me to my twin brother. You know where he is?”

“Of course.” He beams and happily leads me towards the adjacent room. Henry was so close… so close…

I let the man wait at the door while I carefully approach my brother. Henry looks pained and exhausted while standing in the middle of the room. He seems to be putting something on an invisible shelf.

They have triggered his OCD.

Can you reach him, Lys?

No,he shakes his head.I could only reach you. Remember when we marked Dalila, and something seeped over to us? I think it was that part that protected my mind from whatever was going on.

She is amazing,I mutter.She is a literal goddess, and she protected us. But what about Henry now?

I have no idea. I can’t reach Arlo either.

How about…I frown, take a deep breath, and once more dive into the depths of my mind. This time, however, I search for the bond that ties me to Henry. It’s a twin bond. It’s special. Uncle Elden reminded us of it during our last meeting as if he wanted to tell us something. I grab the bond and allow my feelings and thoughts to seep through.

It’s not real, Henry. Think of Elodie. She is here somewhere. She probably needs us because whatever is messing with you is messing with her, too.

Henry gasps for her. “Elodie!” he calls out. “Elo…” He seems to toss something to the floor, something I can’t see, and turns around frantically. With a grim expression on his face, he stomps over the tiles as if he deliberately walks on something before he halts. His formerly clouded eyes seem to get clearer.

“Henry?” I ask carefully.

“Tony!” He blurts out, running towards me and hugging me. I pat his back.

“It’s okay,” I mutter. “The illusions got me, too,” I reassure him. “It’s not real.”

“Fuck them,” Henry curses, slowly recovering from whatever he went through. “That asshole triggered my OCD more than anyone else ever did. If I ever needed a sign to start going to therapy, this was it! It will never rule me again!” He pauses. “What did you see?”

“Dalila’s death, over and over again,” I mutter.

He looks at me sadly. “Oh, Tony…”

“It’s not… it’s not been real,” I tell him.

“But it was, for you it was.” He sighs. “Let’s talk about this later.” His gaze shifts to the door, where he sees the guard. The man is still leaning on the door frame and watches me with a dreamy smile on his face. “What the fuck…”

“He is my slave,” I tell Henry shortly. “My love slave if you want to.”

“Did you unleash your full power on him?” Henry asks.

I nod.

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