ALEXANDER'S POV
I froze, my breath catching in my throat, disbelief spreading like ice through my veins. The sight before me was impossible, yet there it was. Alphonce—my twin brother, my blood—stood in the middle of the packhouse, the place we’d both grown up in. The same house our father had raised us before he passed, but for the past ten years, Alphonce hadn’t set foot here. We’d seen each other briefly at the airport that day, but he hadn’t once returned to this house, our home.
But what shattered me more than his presence was the sight of my pups, one clutched in each of his hands. My future heir and heiress, caught up in whatever twisted game he was playing. Rage surged through me, burning in my chest like a wildfire. How could he? How could he involve my children in whatever vend
