All Chapters of Hiding the Alpha's Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Avery~ I knelt at the centre of the grand hall, surrounded by the esteemed members of the Silverpine pack. My gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Deep down, I wanted to meet King's eyes, for I believed he was the only one who would believe me, but they had kept me from him since last night. In this pack, they despised me, and no one would entertain the notion of my innocence, even if I pleaded otherwise. Beta Kristopher, who had never held much regard for me in this pack, rose and positioned himself before me. I had always been seen as unworthy of the Luna title. I was only but a mere rogue who was captured to come and serve as a slave, but I somehow became the Luna because King, my mate needed a Luna. The pack members had never truly accepted me, and today seemed to mark the end of my reign. I had fallen before I had the chance to rise. "It appears we are all present now," Kristopher announced, as Sammy, my closest friend, entered the hall.

~Avery~ As I knelt under the heavy gaze of the assembly, the solemn voice of Kristopher rang out, casting a shadow over my fate. "Avery Frost is kneeling here today, accused of infidelity with a rogue, and also aiding the rogues by giving them vital information about our pack, which caused their last successful attack that claimed the lives of many pack members which we are still grieving." Kristopher turned to me, his piercing eyes fixed on me, he continued. "Avery Frost, the trial today will look at the evidence to determine if you are guilty of these crimes." Perspiration formed like icy beads on my forehead as I scanned the room, every pair of eyes a judge unto themselves. "Avery, do you swear by the sacred goddess to speak the truth and nothing but the truth?" "I do," I replied, striving to keep my voice unwavering. In the corner, I heard my mother's muffled sobs. She knew I would never commit the crime they accused me of. I could never bring harm to

~Avery~ Time seemed to dissolve into an endless night, as I stayed shrouded in perpetual darkness within the confines of my prison room. For three days, darkness was my sole companion. My stomach churned from lack of food, and the only solace in this abyss was the occasional flicker of my mother's voice as she checked on me through the mind link. Tia was weak already and I could barely muster the energy to sit upright. But just when I thought I was going to die, that was when I heard the gate clang and the door to the darkroom open. The guards walked in and hauled me to my feet, escorting me from my gloomy prison to the Beta chambers. "Alpha has returned," Kristopher announced, his gaze scrutinizing my weakened form. "Prepare her, and ensure she is fed." Tia, though weakened by our ordeal, sparked to life at the mention of King's name. Anxiety churned within me, uncertainty clouding my thoughts about what awaited me in King's presence. The memory of his piercing g

~Avery~ I awoke, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in the clinic room of the pack. Confusion washed over me as I blinked twice, struggling to comprehend why I was there. "My darling, thank the goddess you're awake," came the comforting lilt of my mother's voice, redirecting my scattered thoughts towards her worried face. Mom sat by my bedside, her eyes showing signs of exhaustion, evident in the dark bags beneath them. A pang of concern knotted my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder if she had been getting enough sleep lately, given the circumstances. Despite my initial confusion, I began to feel a surge of strength and wellness coursing through me. "Mom?" My voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible as I attempted to rise. She was quick to lend a helping hand, arranging pillows behind me so I could recline comfortably. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" she inquired. "I'm feeling much better... and stronger," I responded, the fog in my mind clearing

Five years later... ~King~ Kristopher and I strode into the conference room, our presence casting an immediate hush over the gathered group. Seven pairs of eyes, belonging to four men and three women, all clad in business attire that spoke of power and resolve, turned towards us. Each face was etched with a seriousness that showed the gravity of the situation. I was well aware of the reason for this assembly, and I felt a simmering fury inside me, a tempest barely contained. It seemed like lately, everything only served to fuel my anger. The urge to lash out pulsed through me, but I knew better than to act on it. My knuckles still bore the scars and bandages of recent outbursts. I took my place at the head of the grand oak table. Drawing a deep, steadying breath, I scanned the room, meeting the lowered gazes that avoided my own. The air was thick with unspoken words, waiting to burst forth. The recent passing of my mother had left more than just a void in my heart; it had plunged T