Torn Between Two Alphas
1421 Words
Eva's PoV
The last person I expected to see on Moonstone Pack land was Isak.
He hadn’t changed much—still tall, confident, commanding with those sharp Lycan features that drew attention wherever he went. But something in his eyes shifted when they landed on me… and then on Nathan, who peered out curiously from behind me.
“Eva,” he said, stepping forward. “You look…”
“Tired?” I offered with a tight smile. “You know raising a boy solo will do that to you.”
He chuckled softly, then his eyes swept over the group behind me and landed squarely on Alpha Trent. His amusement died instantly.
“And you must be Alpha Trent.” His voice lost its warmth.
Tension snapped between them like a stretched cord. I instinctively stepped in.
“Isak, thank you for coming. We didn’t know the Lycan King would send you in person.”
“I insisted,” Isak replied without breaking eye contact with Trent. “Some matters require personal attention.”
Trent folded his arms. “We’ve got the situation under control.”
“Really?” Isak tilted his head. “Because from what the scouts reported, your borders are crumbling.”
“Gentlemen,” I said, raising a hand. “Let’s not turn this into a pissing contest.”
Nathan tugged on my tunic. “Mama, why are they talking like they’re mad?”
I bent down, brushing his curls back. “They’re just… sorting things out.”
Isak's eyes softened at the sight of Nathan. “Hey little warrior, remember me?”
Nathan’s eyes lit up. “Isak!”
He ran into Isak’s arms, and the Lycan caught him, lifting him like he weighed nothing.
“Look at you,” Isak grinned, “Taller. Stronger. Smarter?”
“I can spell ‘moon’ now,” Nathan bragged.
“You always could.”
The moment warmed my heart… until I looked up and saw Trent watching with clenched fists.
“I need to speak to you,” Trent said to me, voice clipped.
“Of course.” I turned to Isak. “Can you stay with Nathan?”
“Always.”
Trent didn’t speak until we were inside the packhouse, doors shut.
“You’re not being honest with me,” he said flatly.
I crossed my arms. “About?”
“Isak. Your son. The bond.”
“Trent—”
“Don’t lie to me again,” he growled. “He looks exactly like me. The same eyes. The same damn jawline.”
“You mean the jawline that rejected me?”
He looked away for a second.
“You had your chance. You threw it away.”
“I didn’t—” His voice broke. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I was manipulated. Sandra—”
“Don’t say her name.”
Trent stepped forward. “You’re still my mate.”
“No,” I said. “I never accepted your rejection. That’s why the bond is still there. Not because I wanted it. Because I couldn’t bring myself to do it that night.”
“I can feel it. You still care.”
“I care about my son. I care about peace. I care about not watching the two of you fight like overgrown puppies.”
He studied me quietly. “Do you care about me?”
I froze.
He stepped even closer, lowering his voice. “Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll let go. Tell me Isak means something to you and I’ll back off.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“But you want to say it.”
I looked away. “I want to keep my son safe.”
He stepped back, a flicker of hurt in his eyes. “Then let me protect him.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I’m not asking you to trust me,” he said. “I’m asking you to let me prove myself.”
Outside, a horn blew—an alert.
We rushed out. Warriors scrambled across the training field. A scout came running.
“Rogues at the east border! They’re using fire arrows!”
“Evacuate the nearby homes,” Trent barked. “Isak, with me!”
Isak handed Nathan to me. “Stay in the underground safe room. We’ll handle this.”
Before I could reply, both alphas shifted into wolves—one deep black, the other silver—and charged off, leading the pack.
Marge appeared beside me. “Eva, underground. Now.”
I ran with Nathan to the safe chamber beneath the council hall. He clung to my waist the whole way.
“Will papa be okay?” he whispered.
My heart twisted. He meant Trent.
“They both will,” I whispered, kissing his forehead. “They have to.”
Hours Later
The door creaked open. Smoke hung heavy in the air.
“Eva?” Isak’s voice echoed.
I stood immediately. “What happened?”
He stepped in, his face ash-covered. “We pushed them back, but they were better prepared. They used magic.”
“Magic?”
He nodded grimly. “Dark, corrupt. Like someone is helping them.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know yet. But we’ll find out.”
Trent stepped in next. His arm was bloodied.
Nathan ran to him, wrapping his arms around Trent’s leg. “You’re okay!”
Trent bent to pick him up despite his injuries. “Course I am, buddy.”
“You got hurt,” I said, rushing to inspect the wound.
“It’s just a scratch.”
“I’ll heal it,” I said.
“I don’t need...”
I grabbed his wrist and focused. Healing warmth spread from my fingers into his arm, the wound slowly closing.
He stared at me in awe. “You weren’t supposed to know how to do that.”
“Six years changes a person.”
Isak cleared his throat. “Can we talk?”
Trent nodded. “Yeah. All three of us.”
We sat in the war room.
Isak went first. “Someone in this pack is working with the rogues.”
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“They knew when reinforcements would arrive. They adjusted their attack strategy.”
“A spy?” Trent muttered.
“Yes. And whoever it is… they’re close.”
“What do we do?”
“We set a trap,” I said.
Both men looked at me.
“I have a theory,” I added. “The attacks are getting bolder. They want something—or someone.”
Trent narrowed his eyes. “You think they’re after Nathan?”
Isak stiffened. “Why would they want a child?”
“He’s more than a child,” I said. “He was born from a broken bond. Maybe they see him as a threat. Or a weapon.”
Trent stood. “Then we don’t wait for them to come again. We go to them.”
“No!” I said. “You’ll get yourselves killed.”
“We don’t have a choice.”
“I’m not losing either of you.”
Isak looked at me gently. “We’ll be careful.”
But I saw it in his eyes. He knew he was walking into danger.
And that’s when I made the hardest decision of my life.
“I’ll go,” I said.
“What?” both men shouted at once.
“They’re after me too. I can find out what they want—maybe even buy us time.”
“No,” Trent said. “Absolutely not.”
Isak’s jaw clenched. “She has a point.”
Trent growled. “You’re not using her as bait.”
“I’m volunteering,” I said. “Let me do this.”
Nathan peeked into the room. “Mama?”
I turned, forcing a smile. “Go to bed, sweetie.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “Don’t leave me.”
My heart shattered.
“I won’t,” I whispered. “I promise.”
Later That Night
I snuck out through the eastern tunnels, guided by scent and memory. If the rogues wanted me… I was going to find out why.
My wolf snarled in protest, but I kept moving.
Then I heard the voice I hadn’t heard in six years.
“Well, well. The prodigal daughter returns.”
I froze.
Out of the shadows stepped my father.
Dale Garcia.
Alive.
- Writer
