Kieran's povI tried to ignore the nagging feeling in my chest, but it gnawed at me with every passing second. Julian was... different. Not in a way that screamed something was wrong, but in a way that made every instinct in me go on high alert. He spoke now, bright and cheerful, the same little boy I had always wanted him to be. But it was too sudden, too convenient.Sitting across from him at breakfast, I watched him chatter excitedly about a bird he saw outside his window that morning. His hands waved as he spoke, his little fingers flitting through the air like they were drawing pictures of his words. Isadora was eating with a pleased, self-satisfied look on her face as if she had single-handedly brought him out of his silence. The elder, Walsh, sat beside her, as casual as ever, sipping his tea with deliberate slowness. He was watching me, I realized, measuring my reaction.I pushed my plate aside, appetite lost. "Julian," I said carefully, "do you remember the day at the park?
Kieran's povI sat in my office, fingers steepled under my chin, watching Julian—my son—play in the courtyard below. He was laughing, bright and happy, as he tossed a ball back and forth with one of the guards. It was such a stark contrast to the other boy who had been trembling in my arms just days ago, mute, withdrawn, and scared of everything.And I knew, with absolute certainty now, that something had happened.The DNA results confirmed it. I had two children. No doubt about it. But the fact that I even had to check in the first place, that I had been pushed to question everything I believed to be true, told me just how deep the deception ran.Isadora.And her father, the ever-calculating Walsh.They thought they had me fooled, thought I would be blind enough to let this go because my son was back. Because he was talking, smiling, calling me Papa like he should have been all along.But they underestimated me.I wasn’t going to confront Isadora just yet. No, not when the game w
Kieran's Pov (A few hours later)I clenched my jaw as I sat in my car, staring at the grainy images on my laptop screen. Tobias Maximorff. The name sat there like a curse, a damnation I hadn’t seen coming. The man who had helped Naya escape, the man who had played a part in the twisted game Isadora and her father were weaving—he was right in front of me now, in these pictures. And standing beside him, in an apron dusted with pollen, smiling as if the world hadn’t burned in her wake, was Naya.My stomach twisted as I clicked through more images. A flower shop. She ran a goddamn flower shop. The simplicity of it felt like a joke, like an elaborate ruse that mocked the storm she had left behind. She was supposed to be gone, unreachable, a ghost in the past. Instead, here she was, posing with a bouquet in her hands, a man’s arm slung around her waist in a way that was far too intimate for my liking.Tobias wasn’t just some rogue operative. No, he had built a life with her. A life t
Tobias's PovThat peace doesn’t last long.Mid-morning, a delivery arrives. Naya opens the door, and a small package is handed to her. She frowns as she looks down at it. "I wasn’t expecting anything.""Maybe it's from one of your friends?" I suggest, watching her closely.She shrugs and opens the box. Inside is a single flower—the same one I had given to that strange man yesterday. My stomach drops instantly.Naya lifts the flower, twirling it between her fingers with a soft chuckle. "Oh, it's pretty. Someone must be apologizing to me." She smirks and pulls out her phone. "Bet it's Sophia. She pissed me off last week. Let me call her."Panic flashes through me, but I keep my expression neutral as she dials. The phone rings once… twice… and then a knock comes at the door.Naya blinks, lowering her phone. "That’s weird."I don't move as she opens the door, revealing Sophia standing there with a bright smile and a gift basket in her hands. "Surprise!"Naya stares. Her phone is still at
Kieran's povI studied him for a moment, searching his face for any sign of deception. His jaw was tight, his muscles tense with the effort of resisting my hold, but there was no flicker of dishonesty in his gaze.I didn’t believe them.“You want to keep playing this game?” I asked. “Fine. Then let’s make things clear. I know everything now, Tobias. I know how you orchestrated the switch. I know what you’ve done. And I know exactly where my son has been this entire time.”Tobias’ eyes darkened, but he said nothing.I leaned in just a little closer, letting my presence suffocate him. “Say your goodbyes,” I murmured. “Because I’m taking my family back.”A flicker of something crossed Tobias’ face—something close to fear. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a smirk that was all too familiar.“You really think it’s that simple?” he asked, tilting his head. “Tell me, Kieran… how do you plan on running two families at once?”I froze at that, my face going blank His smirk widened.
Naya's POV I was going to be sick.The room was spinning, my heartbeat a deafening roar in my ears. My hands trembled as I clutched at the doorframe, my mind blank except for one singular, gut-wrenching thought—Aiden was gone and Kieran knew where I was.How? When? Why? Who would do this? When did Kieran find out?I could barely think through the fog of fear clouding my mind, but one thing was certain—I had to find my son. My body moved before my thoughts could catch up. I grabbed my coat off the hanger, barely noticing the rain still pelting down in heavy sheets outside. My vision tunneled as I reached for the doorknob."Naya! Stop!" Tobias’s voice cut through my panic, sharp and commanding. He grabbed my wrist before I could open the door. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?"I wrenched my arm away from him, my voice a raw, broken whisper. "I have to go to the police.""Now? In this weather? Naya, listen to yourself—""My son is missing!" I shrieked, my voice cracking und
Naya's POV Morning came too soon. The sun’s rays filtered through the blinds, warm and indifferent. My head pounded, my throat raw from crying. I sat up, disoriented, but the sharp reminder of reality settled in almost immediately. Aiden was still gone.The thought sent me into motion. I stumbled out of bed, hands shaking as I grabbed the nearest bag and started shoving clothes into it.Tobias entered the room, his face weary. “What are you doing?”“I’m leaving.”His brows furrowed. “Leaving?”“I can’t stay here. I’m going back home.”Tobias crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Running again?”I yanked my arm free. “I’m not running.”He scoffed. “Feels like you are.”Anger flared in my chest. “I am trying to do something. What am I supposed to do? Sit here and wait?”“I’m already following leads, Naya. I went back to the police station this morning. They’re looking into it.”I shook my head. “That’s not enough.”Tobias exhaled slowly, his hands o
Naya's PovI wasn’t sure what I had expected when I rushed back home, but when I stepped through the door and saw him standing there, holding our son in his arms, my entire world stopped.Kieran.Tall, imposing, and utterly unchanged by the years that had passed. If anything, time had only sharpened his edges, and made his presence more commanding. His broad shoulders filled the space, and his piercing gaze was fixed solely on me.I froze.Relief surged through me the moment I laid eyes on Aiden, safe and sound in Kieran’s arms. But that relief quickly turned into something else—anxiety, nervousness, the feeling of my ribs caving under the weight of our past.“Naya,” Kieran said, his voice smooth yet laced with something unreadable. “You look well.”I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat grow. “Kieran.” His name fell from my lips, helpless and uncertain. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, just as he couldn't from me.The years had done nothing to lessen his effect on me
(Aiden's POV)Julian saved me! He actually saved me from his mean friends! My heart did a happy dance.When he told me I could hang out with them, I almost burst with joy. This was it! This was my chance to finally be close to Julian.And when he said I had to do everything he said… well, that was okay too. I would do anything for Julian.When he told me to get him a snack, I ran as fast as I could to the cafeteria. I grabbed a juice box and a bag of cookies, just like I had offered him before.I ran back to the bench, my heart pounding with excitement. I handed him the snacks, beaming.He took them without a word, but I didn't care. He was letting me be his underling! That was the coolest thing ever!I followed him and his friends everywhere, watching their every move, trying to learn how to be cool like them. They were playing tag, so I played tag. They were telling jokes, so I tried to tell jokes (even though I couldn't talk, I could still make funny faces). They were being mean
Aiden's POVThe next day at school felt like walking on eggshells.Mom and Dad were still giving me looks at breakfast, their silence thick enough to spread on toast. I knew they were worried about my quietness but I just wanted to see Julian, to try and make things right after… after whatever that was last night. The astral projection thing. The knife. His mom, Isadora…. Hurting him.It was all a jumbled mess in my head.They dropped me off at school, Mom pressing a kiss to my hair. And Dad rubbing my back gently.They were great but I still needed to get closer to Aiden.As soon as the school bell rang and Mom and Dad were out of sight, I grabbed the straps of my backpack and ran into the academy. I had a plan. A peace offering. I'd packed all my favourite things: Mr Snuggles, my superhero figurines, my best crayons, and even the half-eaten bag of gummy bears. It was everything a five-year-old could need to make a friend.I spotted Julian near the entrance, talking to some othe
AIDEN'S POVI froze, my heart slamming against my ribs like a wild drum.Julian stood there, his shadow spilling out behind him, and in his hand gleamed a small, wicked knife. He waved it at me like I was some enemy, some intruder he didn’t want near."Aiden?" he breathed, his voice a harsh whisper.My jaw dropped. He could see me? Isadora couldn't but Julian saw me. A thrill shot through me, so intense it almost knocked me out of my astral form. This was… amazing.He could see me!Suddenly, the knife didn't matter. The anger in his eyes faded into the background. All that mattered was that my brother, my twin, could see the real me. It meant we were connected.The words bubbled up inside me, a torrent of excitement that needed to be expressed. My hands flew into action, fingers wiggling and twisting, forming the rapid, intricate shapes of sign language. I bounced on the balls of my feet, unable to contain my joy.‘Julian! You're so cool! Best brother ever! Awesome! You can see me! Y
AIDEN'S POVI was standing in different room, the air thick with the smell of old books and dust. Light filtered through heavy curtains, casting the room in a dim, amber glow. I looked down at my hands, but they weren’t really there—just a faint outline, like smoke in sunlight.I tried to touch the desk, but my fingers slipped through it, leaving no mark."Hmm…" I tried to make a sound , but no noise came out. My voice was gone.I looked around once more, eyes widening as i tied to catalogue more details.It was a big room, filled with books and strange objects. There were shelves that reached all the way to the ceiling, packed with leather-bound volumes. There were globes and telescopes and strange, glass jars filled with… stuff.It looked like… the someone's study. But how did I get here?I looked around desperately, trying to make sense of it all, my heart thumping in my chest.Panic bubbled up inside me. “What’s happening?” I thought to myself.Just a moment ago, I had been in
NAYA'S POVThe soft glow of the light flickered against the walls of the cottage, casting long, wavering shadows that danced like restless spirits. Tobias and I sat close on the worn, threadbare couch, the fabric rough beneath my fingertips but comforting all the same. His arm was draped around my shoulders, pulling me in just enough to feel the steady warmth of his body against mine. Outside, the night was silent except for the occasional whisper of wind through the pines. Tobias had calmed me down earlier with all his assurances and I felt more settled in my skin. More secure.It was a lovely feeling after this afternoon of turmoil.But I couldn't stop thinking about it.I sighef before resting my head on Tobias’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, a rhythm that somehow anchored me in the swirling storm of my thoughts. The events of the day played over and over in my mind—the principal’s office, the harsh words from the other twin, the cruel laughter that see
TOBIAS'S POV The drive back is quiet. A good quiet.Not like how it was when we left that godforsaken school.Aiden’s asleep in the backseat, his head tipped to the side and his little plush shark tucked under his arm like it’s made of gold. Naya’s beside me, her legs drawn up onto the seat, arms loosely wrapped around them. Her face is calm, and soft in the passing shadows of streetlights. She’s not smiling, exactly, but her face isn't in that strained blankness either.And I’ll take that. Hell, I’ll take it and wrap it in a bow.By the time we get home, Aiden’s blinking awake but too drowsy to fight when Naya lifts him into her arms.“Come on bug." She murmurs sweetly as she tucks the little boy into her side.He buries his face into her shoulder immediately, and she strokes his back, whispering something low in his ear I don’t catch.We walked into the house together, me switching on the lights and flooding the living space with a warm glow.Aiden scrunched his face at that but
TOBIAS'S POVI stepped toward her, the weight of Aiden pressed close to my chest, and reached out my hand.“Naya,” I said quietly, but she heard it. Her head jerked in my direction. Her eyes were glossy. Her breathing erratic.I didn’t give her a speech. I didn’t ask. I just slid my fingers into hers and pulled her hand into mine.It fit, soft and shaking but familiar. She didn’t fight it. Her eyes darted to mine, searching, asking—but I just squeezed her hand tighter and nodded once.“Let’s go,” I said gently.And we did.Without a word to the others, I pushed past them. Aiden’s head tucked against my shoulder, and Naya walked beside me, her chin high and eyes fixed ahead, even though I could feel the tremble in her limbs.The crowd parted for us like a wave. Maybe it was the look on my face. Maybe it was the sheer weight of everything that had happened, or maybe it was because they wanted nothing to do with us. I couldn't spare a thought for it, so we just walked past them.Naya
TOBIAS’S POVAnd the room was thick with it. The tension clung to the air, pressing down on everyone like humidity before the rain fell."What the hell is going on here?" I demanded.Isadora didn’t even blink. She scoffed, flicking a glance at me over her shoulder. "Well, well," she said with a cruel smirk. "Your boy toy has finally arrived."Naya’s eyes darted to me and narrowed immediately. "Don’t you dare talk about him like that," she snapped, her voice tight. "Just shut up, Isadora."The teacher standing by the desk looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.The principal, an older man with a belly barely contained by his vest, gave me a look of exhausted relief.I walked forward, ignoring the brewing fight between the two women, and glanced past Naya's shoulder.Aiden.My gut twisted.He was sitting by the principal's desk, his tiny frame hunched, his hands knotted in his lap. His eyes—those wide, knowing eyes—looked up at me, and there was fear in them. Not for himself. For
NAYA'S POVAt my retort, she stopped talking, her eyes revealing her confusion.Her head jerked around, her eyes finding Aiden, who had quietly drawn in the corner.She blinked, and for half a second, her mask cracked.Surprise. Embarrassment. She hadn’t even noticed him.But just as fast, it vanished under a sneer."How low could you sink, Naya? Lurking in the principal’s office like some…" She waved a hand vaguely, eyes glittering, "Shadow. Or were you trying to steal another child from a real mother?"I didn’t flinch. I’d had worse thrown at me, sharper claws, bloodier fights."You’re calling me out on morals? That’s rich, coming from the woman who waltzed into someone else’s home and snatched a kid like he was luggage," I said coldly.The principal cleared his throat, but no one was listening.The air had gone electric.Isadora scoffed, the sound derisive and mean. "You had zero respect for ranking. You should have known your place—an omega trying to speak in a world meant for bet