The Ruthless Alpha And His Secret Twin Babies

Episode6

Katrina’s POV

The king had always been a master of deception. A man of many faces, he moved through life with an unsettling ease, but he always keeping the upper hand.

So, when he returned to the pack with two children, claiming they were “just some poor souls he saved,” I knew something was amiss.

I stood at the edge of the gathering that day, watching as he presented them like trophies. The children clung to each other, their wide eyes scanning the crowd nervously. They were a strange mix—one with unruly dark curls and a defiant scowl, another with golden hair and a curious gaze.

The king’s voice boomed over the murmuring crowd. “I found these children abandoned on the outskirts of the woods, starving and alone. I couldn’t leave them to their fate.”

The pack erupted in murmurs of approval, a few even stepping forward to praise his “kindness.” But I saw through his lies. .

The king didn’t do anything without reason, and certainly not out of the goodness of his heart. I crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing as I studied him.

The children didn’t look like they had been “saved.” Their clothes were worn but clean, their faces pale. these children had come from somewhere. Somewhere important. And I intend to find out where.

Days passed, and the children were installed in the east wing of the castle, far from the rest of us. They were cared for by a woman named Roxanne, a quiet, unassuming figure who seemed utterly devoted to them.

I watched from the shadows as she tucked them in at night, soothed their fears, and whispered words of comfort I couldn’t quite hear.

It didn’t take long to notice something peculiar: the way the children clung to her, how their faces lit up when she entered the room. It wasn’t the behavior of orphans with a hired nanny, it was something deeper.

They trusted her, loved her, in a way that spoke of shared blood.

Roxanne intrigued me. She didn’t carry herself like a servant. There was a quiet strength in her, a resilience that made me wonder what she had endured before arriving here. She obeyed the king’s orders, but her eyes shows her resentment.

I began to suspect there was more to this story, and Roxanne plays a big role.

One evening, I cornered her in the hallway outside the children’s rooms. She was carrying a tray of food. When she saw me, she jolted, her grip on the tray tightening.

“ Lady Katrina,” she said, her voice soft. “What brings you here?”

I stepped closer, blocking her path. “The better question is, what are you doing here, Roxanne? And who are those children, really?”

Her eyes flickered, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she tried to step around me, but I moved to block her again.

“Don’t pretend,” I said, my tone sharp. “I know the king’s story is a lie. He didn’t just ‘save’ those children. Where did they come from? Why are they here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, her voice steady but her knuckles white around the tray.

“Liar.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. “You’re hiding something. I can see it in the way they look at you. You’re not just their nanny, are you?”

Her silence was answer enough.

I smirked, sensing an opportunity. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll make life very difficult for you. The king may have placed you here, but he doesn’t scare me. I’ll have you dragged out of this castle and thrown to the Vampires if I have to.”

Her eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might strike me.

“I am their nanny,” she said evenly. “And my only concern is their well-being. If you threaten that, you’ll regret it.”

Her defiance only fueled my curiosity.

I stepped back, allowing her to pass, but my mind was already spinning with possibilities. Roxanne was protecting those children, that much was clear. But why? And from what?

Over the next few weeks, I watched her closely. I noticed the way she shielded the children from the king. , how she seemed to anticipate their needs before they voiced them. She was fiercely protective, like a mother wolf guarding her cubs.

And then there were the children themselves.

They were adjusting to life in the castle, but there was an underlying tension in their movements. They rarely spoke of their past, and when they did, their stories were vague.

I tried different tactics to get Roxanne to open up. Sometimes I approached her with feigned kindness, offering to help with the children or provide her with resources. Other times, I was harsher, cornering her with accusations and threats. But no matter what I did, she remained tight-lipped.

One night, I decided to take a different approach. I waited until the castle was quiet and crept into the east wing. The children’s rooms were dark, but a faint light spilled from under the door of the sitting room.

I pushed the door open slightly and peered inside. Roxanne was there, sitting by the fire with a book in her lap. But she wasn’t reading. Her gaze was fixed on the flames, her expression distant and pained.

I stepped into the room, and she looked up, startled.

“Luna Katrina,” she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, closing the door behind me. “You’re up late.”

“So are you,” she Retorted

I sat down across from her, my eyes scanning her face. She looked tired, the kind of exhaustion that went deeper than lack of sleep.

“You’re protecting them,” I said, skipping the pleasantries. “Why?”

She didn’t respond, but I saw her jaw tighten.

“Roxanne,” I pressed, leaning forward. “I don’t care about the king’s orders or his lies. I care about the truth. If you tell me what’s going on, I can help you.”

She laughed bitterly. “Help me? You’ve done nothing but torment me since I arrived here.”

I flinched at her words but didn’t back down. “Maybe I was wrong to come at you the way I did. But you have to understand that I know the king. I know how dangerous he is. If those children mean something to you, then they’re not safe here. Neither are you.”

For a moment, I thought I saw a c***k in her armor.

“I can’t tell you,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I do, it will only make things worse.”

“Worse than this?” I gestured around us. “You’re living under his thumb, constantly watching your back. Is that what you want for those kids?”

Her silence was deafening.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But don’t think for a second that I’m giving up. I’ll find out the truth, with or without your help.”

With that, I stood and left the room, my mind racing with possibilities. Roxanne’s resistance only confirmed my suspicions, those children were important, and the king had brought them here for a reason.

The question was, what was he planning? And how far was I willing to go to stop him?

As I walked back to my quarters, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something big. Whatever the truth was, it was dangerous. But I couldn’t turn back now.

The pieces were starting to fall into place, and I would do whatever it took to uncover the full picture. Because if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that Roxanne wasn’t just a nanny.

I was determined to find this out, and my first step was to dig into Roxanne's past. This seemed hard, but I was sure I'll work my way around things.