(Lysander’s POV)I silently sat in my study with my glass of wine. My room was dim and quiet, making it look like a piece of shit hole for depressed lovers. But that’s just how I liked it.Once again, I replayed the events at Almira's hotel room in my mind.It was real then.That doctor, Rich, is truly in a relationship with her. Why else would he be visiting her hotel room? And the last time I checked, he’s supposed to be living his stupid medical life in Italy.He flew across the world for her? Just why would he do that if nothing special is going on between the two of them. Everything about them is telling me that they’re in a relationship, but I just can’t bring myself to believe that they are a thing.It just doesn't make any sense to me. The way I feel when I think of her twins... I cannot shake the thought that maybe I am related to them. I have a deep connection to them.How could they not be mine?*Creeekk!*My thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly creaked open. At
(Almira’s POV)After almost one week of waiting, they finally called me. I was starting to think of just using my connection to fly out of here illegally.I would do anything to go back to my kids.My heart pounded as I picked up the phone. I was in the middle of cooking porridge for Rich and my hands were all wet when I grabbed the device.“Hello?” I answered."Ma’am Almira Sinclair?” the other line asked. I hummed softly to confirm my identity. “Your passport issue has been resolved. You can now leave anytime. We’re very sorry for the inconvenience.”Relief washed over me. I thought I’m never going to receive an update from them again."Thank you so much! We'll book our flight right away."I was about to drop the call when the lady spoke again. “Please, accept our simple apology gift. We decided to give you a free ticket back to Italy. And to ensure your comfortability, we booked you in the high class section,” she said, which made me raise my eyebrows a little.High class?We usual
(Lysander’s POV)It’s been a week since I sent Damon to replace the twin’s teacher. It didn't take much money to get her to leave her job.We found out that she’s in a one million dollars debt from aggressive loan sharks. And I just have to pay five times of that for her help Damon enter the school smoothly.It won't take long before I finally have the results in my hand.I can't wait to find the truth about my twins.I know they're mine.I just need a legal paper to prove that.Suddenly, the door to my room opened, making me hide all the pictures back in the drawers.I glanced at Beta Mid who looked like he just saw a ghost."Alpha, the reports keep coming in," he said. "There are frequent deaths along the borders. Some of our werewolves are turning blue before they die, and others are decapitated in their wolf form."My brows furrowed from what he said.I got so busy with Almira’s arrival that I wasn’t really able to focus on the pack affairs. I left it under Beta Mid’s watch to ens
(Almira’s POV)I was just sitting at my desk in the office when my phone suddenly buzzed. I’m already expecting messages from work, but it was my other phone that received a notification.You see, I have two phones. One that I use for work. And one that I use for personal purposes. This is my way of dividing my work from personal stuff. I don’t really like it when they get all mixed up.I glanced at the screen and saw a message from the werewolf council. My heart skipped a beat from that. I read the warning silently. It reads increasing deaths in America. Werewolves are turning blue and some are even decapitated when in their wolf form.“Wait… I think I’ve read something like this before. I remember back at the library, while I was researching about myself. It was the same thing.”I remember reading about this in that old book at the library. I can’t be mistaken. It’s the exact same thing.I leaned back in my chair and whispered to myself, "This is exactly what the book said."I scann
(Almira’s POV)Despite Rich’s disapproval, I still returned to America. I said my farewell to the twins, also to my parents. They told me to be careful, but didn't stop me.They said that they can't stop me if I really think that I could help save those werewolves.I know that Rich is mad at me for leaving again, but I know that he’ll always choose to understand me. That's what he always does. And I really do hope that he still does this time because I don't know what else to do if he leaves me hanging, too.My flight landed in New York and almost immediately, I was greeted by members of the werewolf council.“Miss Almira Sinclair?” they confirmed as they greeted me in the airport. I looked at the three of them. Two women and one man.One of them looks old. He must be an Elder of the werewolf council.“Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. The flight took me hours.”The woman shook her head.“It is us who should apologize for inconveniencing you. Miss Sinclair, you came all th
(Lysander’s POV)“What?” I blurted.My disbelief filled the four corners of the room. I just received a tip from Damon that the twins aren't actually Rich’s children. I fucking knew it.Almira lied to me."My heart pounded as I processed his words. "You mean... she lied to me? About who their father is?" I confirmed it again.I just can't believe it.She said those words to me without breaking eye contact. It really made me believe that she was telling the truth, even if I had doubts.I was thinking that maybe it’s just me. Maybe she’s really telling the truth, and just blinded by my unresolved feelings for her.But this just confirmed everything."Yes," Damon replied. "I think the only reason she would keep the truth from you is because... because the children might actually be yours."I swallowed hard.I don't know what to feel. I feel a mixture of shock and anger. I’m mad because Almira didn't give me a chance to know my children. They're mine, too!"I've always known something was
(Almira’s POV)After that heated reunion at the Shadow Weavers Pack’s borders, Lysander and I finally decided to talk it out over dinner. Staying at their pack isn't really part of my plan, but I knew I had to talk to him if I really wanted to make this happen.I arrived at their pack's grand dining hall formally, seeing where the feast is laid out like a celebration of power made my stomach churn for a reason. Lysander has spared no expense. The long table is laden with roast meats and steaming vegetables prepared by the finest chefs in their pack. I can tell just by the presentation on the table.I smiled fakely at the extravagant spread. I’m not sure if this is him being hospitable or boastful. I'm the only one, yet, he’s acting like I came with a battalion of my people.I used to be that person who was easy to impress, but that was five years ago I had to change because she was easier to kill. He could try to impress me now because that’s not going to happen.But it’s not happenin
(Almira’s POV)I sipped my wine as I tried to ignore the tension that’s currently filling the room.I didn’t sign up for this."Lysander, explain this!" Rachelle shouted. It was so loud that you could hear her voice echoing off the stone walls. She frantically looked at me like she was trying to kill me with just her eyes. I looked at her boredly. She thinks I have time for her ridiculous accusations?Embarrassed, Lysander stood up from his seat to stop his wife from making a scene. I gave both of them a bored look. Am I really supposed to hear all of this right now? "This is none of your business, Rachelle. You shouldn’t be here. And why are you even home so early?"Rachelle looked at him in disbelief. She must not be expecting Lysander to lash at her like that.A part of me wants to feel bad for her, but what can I do? I just want to pat myself at the back for dodging a bullet. Leaving him was the best decision I made in my life. I can’t imagine myself standing in her shoes. She’s a
(Almira’s POV)I don’t trust her smile.Not the one she gave my daughter when she asked if she liked painting, her voice all syrup and false warmth. Not the one she flashed at Asher when she offered him cookies she hadn’t even baked herself, pretending to care.And now, after what Mid told me… it all makes sense.She’s watching them. Not like children—but like riddles she’s desperate to solve. Every glance, every question, it’s calculated. Measured. Like she’s gathering data.I pace by the window, arms folded, eyes locked on the backyard. The kids are playing, completely unaware. So innocent. So normal. Asher’s shadow dances at his feet as he laughs, his joy loud and unfiltered. Hazel’s kneeling on the stones, drawing suns and hearts in chalk, her hair catching the light like strands of gold.
(Rachelle’s POV)They’re here.The twins. Almira’s children.I hear it from the servants before breakfast — whispered between dusting and folding towels. I’m sipping tea on the balcony, watching birds land on the railing like they know I’m in a mood.“Did you hear?” the younger one says, not knowing I’m listening. “The twins are back. Damon brought them straight to the Alpha’s quarters.”“Their mother too,” the older one adds, a little too loud. “She’s staying for a while.”I set my teacup down gently. The clink of porcelain is the only sound I allow.So, she’s here. Again.I rest a hand on my stomach, just enough to play the part. A gentle rub, a soft sigh. The baby bump is small, but it’s there. People soften when they see it. Men open doors. Women smile. It’s almost too easy.The first time I heard about the twins’ abilities, I didn’t believe it. It sounded like nonsense. Glowing eyes. Shadows that move. One of the servants even said Asher made a wolf go still just by looking at it
(Almira’s POV)The fortress looms just past the olive trees, half in ruins, half reinforced by tech that doesn’t belong in a place this ancient.Motion sensors. Night vision cams.No doubt, someone rich and dangerous has paid good money to make this dump invisible to regular eyes.We crouch behind the brush, breathing slow. Damon’s a few paces behind, watching the road. Lysander is too close to me for comfort.“You take the west wall,” I say. “I’ll go straight in.”He frowns. “You always want to be the bait, don’t you?”“I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”“Even me?”“Especially you.”His jaw tightens. “You really think I’d let anyone touch our kids?”“I think you’ve lied to me before,” I shoot back. “You’ve made decisions like you were the only one who mattered. Forgive me if I’m not thrilled to hand you my trust again.”He doesn’t respond. Maybe because I’m right.I don’t wait for his reply. I slip through the shadows, cloak pulled over my head, senses tuned to every sound. M
(Almira's POV)We arrive in Italy just before sunrise. Damon’s driving like he’s got fire in his veins, but it still feels too slow. Every minute my kids are out there with God knows who is a minute too long.As we pull up to Lysander’s estate, I see him already standing at the front steps like he’s been waiting. Of course he’s waiting. Perfect posture. Blank expression. Just like always.I don’t even let Damon stop the car fully before I jump out. My boots hit the ground hard, and I march straight toward him.“You’ve got nerve,” I say, arms crossed, staring him down. “Standing there like you didn’t just have my children taken.”Lysander raises an eyebrow. “Almira, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Don’t play innocent. You sent Damon to sniff around them. You’ve been poking into their lives without telling me. Now they’re gone. You really expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?”His eyes narrow. “I didn’t take them.”I let out a dry laugh. “Right. You just *happened* to be
(Reginald’s POV)The silver cage stands stark against the dim light filtering through the trees. It’s a place of containment, a carefully designed prison made to hold creatures like them. I stride toward it, the weight of authority heavy on my shoulders. Inside, the twins lay unconscious, their small bodies vulnerable against the cold metal.I watch as my men secure the locks, ensuring that the cage is impenetrable. They’ve been prepared for this moment for some time, but seeing it in action brings a strange satisfaction. These kids, with their inherited powers, will be the key to my strength and influence.“What now, Alpha?” one of my guards asks, looking between the twins and me.I consider them, each breath they take a reminder of their potential. “We wait. They’ll wake up soon enough. I want them to understand the power they possess—and what happens when they choose to defy it.”Another guard steps closer. “What if Almira comes looking for them?”I wave my hand dismissively. “Let
(Reginald’s POV)“Hold him tighter, damn it. He’s just a pup!”The guard stumbles, struggling to keep Asher pinned. The boy kicks and thrashes like a wild thing, teeth bared, his little body sparking with power. Impressive. Dangerous.“Let me go!” Asher yells, his voice cracking with rage.The other guard grips Hazel, who is crying now but still managing to bite down hard on the man’s wrist. He curses, shaking her off, blood dripping from his hand.I step out of the shadows, expression unreadable. My coat flaps in the wind, and the twins freeze when they see me.Asher’s eyes burn. “You—who are you? Let us go!”I don’t answer. I simply nod to the handler standing beside me. He pulls out the syringe.“No!” Asher screams, bucking harder. The first guard yells as Asher’s claws dig into his side. Blood spurts out. “Alpha—he’s—he’s too strong—”I step in and grab the boy’s jaw, holding him still.“Sorry, little wolf,” I say calmly. “Can’t have you tearing my men apart before we even get sta
(Almira’s POV)My body feels numb. My mind is screaming, but I can’t hear anything. Just the sound of the car speeding away, carrying my children—my whole world—with it.I can’t move.No. That’s a lie.I don’t want to move.Because the moment I move, it becomes real. The moment I let go of this frozen second, it means they’re gone. Really gone.“Asher… Hazel…”Their names fall from my lips like a prayer. Like a curse.A growl rises from deep inside me. Low at first, then louder. I shift back into my wolf form, my silver-white fur glowing under the pale sky. The blood of the rogues clings to my paws. I look at the remaining ones surrounding me.They’re not even running.They want to die.“Fine,” I whisper through the link. “Then die.”I charge.Something inside me snaps. I don’t hold back. I don’t think. I tear through flesh and muscle like paper. My power lashes out from my body—violent, chaotic, barely in control. The earth trembles beneath me. I don’t know what I’m doing, only that
(Almira’s POV)I feel the shift before it even happens. My bones crack. My skin stretches. My vision sharpens as fur replaces flesh. My white wolf form bursts through with a wave of raw power. Silver streaks shimmer under the moonlight. The cold air bites at my fur but it feels good. It feels alive.I growl low, steadying my stance. They're here.The wild rogues.One. Two. Six… nine of them. They charge without warning. No strategy. No hesitation. Just blind rage. Teeth bared. Claws out. Madness in their eyes.I leap at the first one. My jaws clamp around his shoulder and I slam him to the ground. He yelps but doesn’t stop. Another wolf barrels into me from the side, knocking me off balance.I hit the dirt hard, roll, and rise again.They keep coming.I swipe. Bite. Kick. Blood splashes across the ground but they don’t slow down. They don’t even seem to feel it.They’re not just wild. They’re… wrong.“Asher! Hazel!” I turn quickly to check on the kids. They’re still in the car, wide-e
(Almira's POV)This is the right thing to do. I know that. I just hope that Lysander doesn't find his way to us. I can't let him have my children.The hum of the engine is the only thing filling the silence of the car. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as the sun creeps higher over the trees. The twins are sitting in the back, unusually quiet.I know they're confused about our sudden plans to leave our house. I just told them that I'm pulling them out of their school to leave for a new place. It's not exactly something they wanted to do right now.“Where are we going again?” Hazel piped up.I glanced at her through the rearview mirror and force a calm smile. “A little trip, sweetheart. Just for a few days.”“To where?” Asher pushed. “We didn’t even pack our toys.”“It’s not about toys this time,” I said.“We just… need a little break from the city.”Asher folded his arms. “Is this about the new neighbor? The one across the street?”I blinked. “What?”“Yeah,” Hazel joined in. “Th