Pregnant After One Night With The Alpha Twins.

"You're pregnant." The words struck Selene like a blade to the chest. She lifted her gaze to the healer, her throat tightening as if gripped by invisible hands. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "There must be an error." The old woman sighed gently, placing her weathered hand over Selene’s trembling fingers. "I’ve tested three times," she said, voice low and steady. "The result hasn’t changed. You’re carrying a child." Silence pressed in around them. Selene could hear nothing but the thunder of her own pulse. Outside, the silver bells of the Moon Temple rang across the palace grounds, marking the start of another tranquil morning. She drew in a shaky breath. "It can't be. It's not possible. This isn't real." The healer offered a sorrowful smile. "When was your last cycle?" Selene tried to answer, but her mind went blank. Her mouth felt dry, her thoughts circling without direction. Then, fragments surfaced—fleeting images behind her eyes. Music. Laughter. Dancing beneath a crimson moon. The Blood Moon Festival. She remembered the celebration—the feasts, the flowing wine, the songs sung under the glow of the rare red moon. A festival is held only once every decade. A night of joy. But after midnight… nothing. Selene frowned, a knot forming in her stomach. "What happened after?" she asked, barely audible. "After midnight," the healer replied, lips pressing into a thin line, "you don’t remember the father?" Tears stung Selene’s eyes. Her voice cracked. "I don’t remember anything." A heavy silence settled between them. The healer studied her for a long moment before speaking again. "Strange things have been happening since that night. The royal archives report missing records. The Moon Temple has been... unsettled. And several staff here say they’ve lost memories from the festival evening." Selene’s breath caught. "So I’m not alone?" The healer shook her head slowly. "No." At that moment, the chamber doors flew open. A palace guard rushed in, face flushed with urgency. "Healer Mira!" The old woman rose immediately. "What’s wrong?" "The Crown Princes are here." Selene blinked. "Both of them?" The guard nodded. "They returned early from the northern border." Her heart quickened. Everyone in the Silver Fang Kingdom knew of the princes—Kael Draven and Kieran Draven. Kael, the heir, ruled with quiet authority and unyielding discipline. His brother Kieran was a warrior of unmatched skill, fierce in battle yet unexpectedly gentle when no one was watching. They rarely visited the Healing Wing—especially together. The guard cleared his throat. "They were attacked." Mira’s brow furrowed. "Prepare the royal chamber," she ordered quickly. Then she turned to Selene. "Come with me." Selene let out a disbelieving laugh. "Me?" "You’re my best apprentice. I’ll need you." Still reeling from the news of the pregnancy, Selene nodded shakily. "I can help. I can do this." There was no time to hesitate. Moments later, they moved through the palace corridors, where silver crystals cast pale, ghostly light on the stone walls. Servants hurried past, and guards snapped to attention as the princes entered the Healing Wing. Yet something felt off—not because of their arrival, but because of the tension in the air. As Selene passed two maids, she caught fragments of hushed conversation. "Did you hear? The princes wiped out an entire rogue pack." "No," the other replied. "It wasn’t just that. Their wolves howled the whole way back." Selene shook her head, tuning it out. Royal rumors were the least of her concerns. Her own reality was unraveling fast enough without tales of blood and magic. Unconsciously, her hand drifted to her stomach. A child. How could this be? She wasn’t mated. She’d never even known love. Tears welled, but she forced them back. She wouldn’t break—not here, not now. The doors to the Royal Healing Chamber slid open, revealing a shift in the air—thick with power, like the moment before a storm. Guards and servants bowed their heads as they entered. Alpha energy radiated from the center of the room—ancient, commanding, overwhelming. Selene kept her eyes down as her feet met the cold marble floor. Then, a voice cut through the silence. "Look at me." She looked up—and froze. Silver-blue eyes locked onto hers. The world seemed to stop. Her heart jolted. Alpha Kael’s expression was unreadable, but inside her mind, his wolf—Shadow—roared. Mine. Impossible. At the same moment, Kieran growled low in his throat. Mine. Confusion flashed across his face as he stepped forward uncertainly. Selene swallowed hard. Her silver pendant—a locket from her late mother—burned against her skin. It had never done that before. No one noticed—except one figure in the corner. The Royal Oracle. The old woman’s milky eyes widened. She dropped to her knees, her staff clattering to the floor. All eyes turned to her, but she wasn’t looking at the princes. She was staring at Selene—through her, as if seeing beyond the present. Slowly, she rose, gripping her staff with bony fingers. The room fell utterly still. "...Your Majesty," she whispered. Selene blinked. "What?" A few princesses tittered nervously. "She must think you’re the Queen." "She’s old. Maybe her mind is failing." But others weren’t so sure. The Oracle had served three queens and had never made such a mistake. Kael’s voice cut through the murmurs. "Speak clearly, Oracle." The Oracle’s pale gaze remained fixed on Selene. "Your Majesty… I have waited twenty-four years for this moment." A hush fell. Selene took an instinctive step back. "You’re mistaken. I’m just a healer." "No," the Oracle said softly. "You wear your mother’s face." Selene’s breath caught. "My mother? You knew her?" Before the Oracle could answer, a sharp pain twisted through Selene’s abdomen. She gasped. Kael was at her side in an instant, steadying her. The moment his hands touched her waist, a flash of silver light surged between them. Gasps rippled through the chamber. The moon crystals flared brighter. The sacred blue flame at the room’s center burned silver. Kael’s breathing faltered. His alpha instincts clashed with reason. Find her. Protect her. Shadow had never reacted like this—to any female. Across the room, Kieran gripped the edge of a table, his own wolf reeling from the sudden pull. "What’s happening?" he muttered. Selene pulled away, cheeks burning. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—" "You did nothing," Kael said quietly, eyes still on hers. His voice was calm, but something beneath it told her everything had changed. His wolf had never claimed anyone before. Never. Kieran stared at her, dazed. His instincts screamed to claim her—but he didn’t understand why. He’d never seen her before. Or had he? Fragments flashed—red moonlight, laughter, small hands reaching for his… Then darkness. He pressed a hand to his temple. "Damn." Kael turned sharply. "What did you see?" "I don’t know," Kieran admitted. "It’s gone." Then the doors burst open again. A pale messenger dropped to one knee. "Your Highness," he said urgently. Kael’s eyes narrowed. "Report." "The Moon Council has called an emergency meeting. The Sacred Moon Tree has begun to bloom." A ripple of shock spread through the room. "That’s impossible," someone whispered. "The tree only blooms for royal blood. It hasn’t flowered in decades." Selene frowned, confused by the panic. But Kael understood. The last time the tree bloomed, a new queen had been chosen. Now, the Oracle spoke again. "The prophecy has come to pass." Silence thickened with dread. An elder stepped forward, icy gray eyes settling on Selene. "If the prophecy is true… then the child she carries is destined to change our kingdom’s fate." He trailed off. Other elders exchanged uneasy glances. Selene’s heart pounded. "What do you mean?" she asked—but no one answered. Healer Mira stepped in. "She’s frightened. She needs our support." "She needs to be questioned," an elder insisted. "She should be confined until we know the truth." Selene’s face is drained of color. "Confined? I’ve done nothing wrong." "That remains to be seen," another elder said. Kael’s eyes darkened. "No one lays a hand on her." The room tensed. Selene turned to him, stunned. "Why are you protecting me?" The princes exchanged a glance. Then Kieran spoke. "For once," he said, "I agree with him." Selene’s pulse raced. She didn’t understand—but deep down, she sensed it was tied to the pendant burning against her skin. Then the Oracle stiffened, as if remembering something. She reached into her robes and pulled out an ancient scroll, sealed with silver wax. "This belonged to your father," she said, handing it to Kael. "It was to be opened only when the lost moon returned." Kael broke the seal carefully. Inside, a single line of faded silver script. His throat tightened as he read it. For the first time since entering, his cold composure cracked. "What does it say?" Kieran asked, watching closely. Kael lifted his eyes to Selene—this time, not with coldness, but something deeper. His wolf howled inside him, demanding protection. Quietly, he spoke the final words of the message: "Protect the girl with the silver pendant… before the king finds her." The instant the words left his lips, a deafening explosion tore through the palace. Shockwaves shattered windows. Screams echoed through the halls. Guards drew weapons, instincts screaming—attack. "Assassins!" someone shouted. "They’re after the girl!"