The Alaska Alpha’s Twins

Chapter 8: Taylor POV

Knowing Mirabella was about to say she would remain married to her abuser instead of fighting for us, I decided to act. I needed to make sure she understood that I would respect her choices, but if she was wrong, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell her. She has no idea about my existence as a werewolf, and I’m more than certain she has no clue werewolves even exist.

I wasn’t sure how I would explain this to her—it’s a lot for anyone to handle, especially now that she just found out she’s pregnant. Telling her the full truth might be too overwhelming. But maybe, just maybe, I could say enough to spark her curiosity, make her want to learn more.

The rule is clear: we don’t tell them what we are. They have to figure it out on their own, even if they are destined to be the Luna of my pack.

I pressed my lips gently against hers, feeling her tense under my touch. Mirabella hesitated, her body frozen in place as her mind raced. I knew I had dropped too many bombshells, leaving her spinning with confusion and anger, but I couldn’t stop now. I had to make her understand that she belonged with me, that she was mine.

When she finally responded, it was a mix of surrender and defiance. Her lips parted slightly, allowing me to deepen the kiss, but the tension in her body remained. I knew she was still fighting the reality of what we were, of what I was asking from her. But I didn’t have the luxury of time or patience anymore. She was carrying my pup—our pup—and nothing would stop me from claiming what was rightfully mine.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, her confusion and frustration clear. “Mirabella, I know this is a lot, but you have to trust me. You’re carrying my pup, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you both. I’ve already lost you once. I won’t let it happen again.”

Her eyes flickered with disbelief, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach as if to protect the life growing inside her. “Taylor, I don’t know what to believe. You show up out of nowhere, claim I’m your fated mate, and now you’re telling me this child might be yours? This isn’t just about you. I have a husband, a life…”

Her words trailed off, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She knew as well as I did that her life with Nick was over, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. That bastard didn’t deserve her, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve to be a father to her child. The thought of him touching her, hurting her, boiled my blood.

“Nick is nothing but a ghost in your past,” I said, my voice hardening. “He’s not your future, and he sure as hell won’t be a part of this child’s life. You’re mine, Mirabella. I’ve waited too long, sacrificed too much to let you slip away again.”

She flinched at my words, her eyes narrowing with a mix of fear and defiance. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Taylor. This is my life, my choice.”

Her resistance only fueled the possessiveness burning inside me. She was right—it was her life, but we were bound by something stronger than any human laws or choices. The bond between fated mates was unbreakable, and no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she couldn’t deny what we were to each other.

I softened my tone, trying to reach the part of her that was still struggling to understand. “You feel it, don’t you? The bond between us, the pull that’s been there since the moment we met. This isn’t something you can run from, no matter how hard you try.”

Mirabella’s breath hitched, and I saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was talking about, but she wasn’t ready to accept it. Not yet.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “I don’t know if I can trust any of this.”

Her vulnerability hit me like a punch to the gut. She’d been through so much, and I hadn’t made it any easier by leaving her that morning after marking her. I owed her more than just words. I needed to prove that she could trust me, that I was worthy of being her mate.

“I’ll earn your trust,” I promised, my voice low and steady. “I’ll prove to you that I’m not like Nick, that I’ll never hurt you. But you have to give me a chance, Mirabella. Come with me to Alaska. Let me show you what it means to be my Luna, to be a part of something bigger than either of us.”

She stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, her mind torn between the life she knew and the one I was offering her. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.

“I need time, Taylor. I need time to figure out what I want.”

It wasn’t the answer I wanted, but it was a step in the right direction. At least she wasn’t outright rejecting me. I nodded, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it gently.

“Take all the time you need,” I said softly. “But just know, no matter how long it takes, I’m not giving up on you. I’ll be here, waiting. You’re mine, Mirabella. You always will be.”

Kissing her one more time, I gave her a tight hug and took out the gift I had taken from my mother. Before I left my pack, they knew why I was leaving, and my mom gave me the ring passed down through each generation of my family.

This ring was never in Elona’s hand. I bought her the ring she wanted, but I would never give her what is rightfully my mate’s.

Elona has made it clear she isn’t fit to be the Luna of my pack. As a nurse, she’s passable according to what the doctors have told me, but during the few events we attended with other packs, she was a disaster. She arrived late, puked on one Luna, and even slapped an Alpha from the southern packs.

I nearly had a war on my hands because of her drunken behavior. I had to withdraw from attending these crucial gatherings and forfeit my votes on important matters because of her actions.

That led to fights with my dad the week before I left for the Caribbean. He felt guilty, to the point of begging me to keep her as Luna, promising he’d fix things with the other Alphas. But after everything I endured with Elona, I know now that she’s far from excellent in anything she does, and I’m more than grateful I never had to bed her.

Waiting for my true mate was difficult, but it was worth it. Now, knowing my mate is pregnant with our pup makes that choice even more special.

Mirabella thinks the pup might be her husband’s, but when I did the math, her conclusions didn’t add up. I’m more than certain it’s my pup, and even if it isn’t, I would gladly adopt the child as my own.

Before Mirabella could speak, I softly and nervously interrupted her.

“Before you say another word, Bella, let me ask you something. I don’t want you to answer right now; I want you to think about it and tell me when we meet again.”

I opened the small white box, revealing a heart-shaped moonstone set between two crescent moons on either side. The band, crafted from gold, gleamed as a wedding ring, and the moment she saw it, she gasped.