I HAD THE ALPHAS’s TWINS - NOW HE IS MARRYING MY ENEMY

Chapter Six – The Alpha’s Shock

The silence after my words hung heavy, pressing down on all of us. The guards shifted uneasily, their eyes darting between Damon, me, and the twins as though they were watching something impossible unfold.

Damon didn’t move at first. He just stood there, his chest rising and falling too fast, his dark eyes locked on Cael and Lina like he couldn’t tear them away. His throat worked, but no sound came.

For a man who had ruled an entire pack without hesitation, who carried himself with the kind of authority that silenced rooms, he suddenly looked… unsteady.

“Five years,” he finally said, voice low, rough. “Five years, and you never—” His words broke off. He dragged a hand over his face, shaking his head as though he couldn’t trust what his own eyes told him.

“Look at them, Damon,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You can deny me, but you can’t deny them.”

His gaze swept over the twins again. Lina, half-hidden against my leg, peeked out at him with wide eyes. Cael stood taller, chin lifted in defiance, though I could see the faint tremor in his small hand where it clenched around mine.

The resemblance was undeniable. Damon’s jawline. His eyes. Even the way Cael squared his shoulders carried the echo of his father.

Damon’s lips parted like he wanted to speak, but no words came.

“Papa?” Lina whispered suddenly, her small voice breaking the tension.

I stiffened, my heart twisting. She had never called anyone that before.

Damon froze. His entire body went still, as if the single word had struck him harder than any blade. His eyes flicked to her, and something raw and broken cracked across his face before he quickly masked it.

“I’m not—” He stopped, voice catching. “Serena… gods, how could you keep this from me?”

My hands curled into fists. “You don’t get to act like the victim here. You had your chance to know. You turned your back on me. You chose Talia.”

Damon flinched at her name.

“I didn’t know—”

“You didn’t want to know,” I cut him off sharply. “You were so blinded by her, by the throne, by your pride, you couldn’t see anything else. And now you stand here acting like you care?”

His eyes burned into mine, sharp and searching, but I didn’t look away. For years, I had lived with this anger coiled inside me like a second heartbeat.

The guards shifted again, clearly uncomfortable. Elias stepped closer to us, a silent warning that I wasn’t alone.

Damon’s attention snapped to him. “You.” His tone dripped with authority, the kind that made even seasoned warriors bow. “You knew about this?”

Elias’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t flinch. “I swore to protect them. That’s all you need to know.”

A growl rumbled deep in Damon’s chest. “You kept my children from me.”

“They were never yours to claim,” Elias said evenly. “Not after what you did.”

Damon’s nostrils flared, and for a moment I thought he might shift right there, but his gaze darted back to the twins. His fury wavered, replaced by something closer to desperation.

“Cael. Lina.” He said their names slowly, like tasting them for the first time. His voice trembled ever so slightly. “Come here.”

Neither of them moved.

Cael’s golden eyes narrowed. “Why should we?”

Damon blinked, taken aback. He wasn’t used to being questioned, especially not by a boy half his height. But Cael wasn’t just any boy—he was Damon’s son.

“Because I’m your father,” Damon said finally, the words quiet but heavy.

“No, you’re not,” Cael shot back. “You weren’t there when Mama cried at night. You weren’t there when she was sick. You weren’t there for us. You don’t get to just show up and say you’re our father.”

Lina’s little hand clutched tighter at my dress. “I want to go home, Mama.”

The truth of their words cut deeper than any blade. I saw it in Damon’s eyes—the way his jaw clenched, the way his chest heaved. But still, he didn’t look away from them.

“I… I didn’t know,” he said again, softer this time, almost to himself.

“You should have,” I whispered.

The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

Finally, Damon straightened, his Alpha mask sliding back into place. The softness, the shock, the c***k in his armor—all of it vanished in a blink. What remained was the Alpha King, the man who ruled with an iron fist and commanded obedience without question.

“Enough,” he said, voice sharp. His gaze swept over me, then the children, then Elias. “This isn’t a conversation for the gates. You’re coming inside. All of you.”

The command in his tone was instinctive, the weight of Alpha power lacing every syllable. Even after all these years, I felt the tug of it ripple through me, brushing against the mate bond I had long tried to bury.

But I wasn’t that broken Omega girl anymore.

I lifted my chin. “No.”

Damon’s eyes snapped to mine, incredulous. “What did you say?”

“I said no,” I repeated, my voice firm. “You don’t get to summon me like one of your guards. I came here on my terms, not yours. I don’t bow to you anymore, Damon.”

The guards gasped quietly, shifting uneasily, but I didn’t look at them. My gaze stayed locked on his, steady, unflinching.

Damon’s jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. For a heartbeat, rage flared in his eyes—then it flickered into something else. Something that looked very much like fear.

“You will come inside,” he said again, slower this time, each word like a drop of molten steel. “Because whether you want to admit it or not… you and those children belong here.”

And just like that, the bond between us roared to life again, dragging up every scar, every wound, every memory I had fought so hard to bury.

But I held my ground, even as my heart pounded so hard it hurt.

“I belong to no one,” I whispered.