Episode 3
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Because I was already pregnant, the wedding between Alpha Austin and me was quiet, and it wasn’t difficult to make everyone else believe that he was the father of the babies.
No one else, except the doctor, knew of Austin’s inability to have children, so it wasn’t hard at all.
Surprisingly, after eight months, I gave birth to twins, two boys. Then I went off to college after they were a few months old.
Four years later.
The Greenwood Pack’s clinic smelled of disinfectant and herbs. My twins sat silently beside me, their small hands clinging to mine as the healer flipped through their recent test results with trembling fingers.
Austin also stood behind me, patting my shoulder to assure me that they would be fine.
Ever since they turned four, we have been having issues with their health, and every day it kept getting worse.
“Austin… Sofia…” the doctor called quietly, her eyes darting between both of us.
“I have never seen anything like this before,” she said, shaking her head in confusion.
My stomach churned with dread, and I blinked back some tears.
“What do you mean?”
The doctor hesitated before setting the papers down in front of us.
“Their wolf genes are too powerful. It’s like their wolves are trying to break free all at once, but their bodies are still too small to contain them.”
“Their wolves?” Austin repeated in disbelief and picked up the reports.
Usually, werewolves got their wolves at the age of fifteen or sixteen or even later. It didn’t make any sense for kids who were merely four to have obtained their wolves.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“We need to find a way to stabilize their wolf powers, or their minds could fracture, and we could…” the healer stopped, not finishing her words, but I clearly understood what she meant.
Austin’s jaw clenched behind me, his eyes filled with worry, and the twins stared at me, their faces writhing in pain.
“Is there a way we should suppress their wolves then?” Austin asked, and the healer slowly shook her head.
“I don’t know. I have never faced a case like this before. Nor has my predecessor."
"I think the only way now is to find out if anyone else has encountered this before,” she answered.
“Whoever fathered them… his blood carries power beyond a normal werewolf."
"I think it’s best if we find him,” the healer added, and my face fell.
For the first time in almost five years, a name I had fought to forget popped up in my head again, and my voice cracked with tears.
Damien Cross.
Silence descended on the room like a tomb. I wanted to look at Austin, but I was afraid of the look in his eyes, so I kept my gaze on the doctor and held my pups even tighter.
The three of us here were the only ones who knew Austin wasn’t the father of the twins, but none of them knew the actual father except me.
“Sofia,” Austin called so quietly that my body shook and trembled.
“Who is their father?”
The question hit me like a tornado, and I closed my eyes briefly, feeling a lot of pain from uttering the name.
“Damien Cross."
"The Lycan King,” I answered.
…
After telling Austin who the father of the kids was, he was angry with me for the first time in five years and refused to speak to me. But as days passed by and the kids’ condition worsened, he decided that I return to Moonstone Pack first.
As the Alpha of the pack, he couldn’t just leave the pack, or it would make everyone else suspicious. So we came up with a lie about me being homesick and wanting to visit my family.
He, however, asked the healer to go with me and promised to join us later, depending on how long it would take before we got a breakthrough to the situation at hand.
The journey back to Moonstone Pack felt like walking into my own execution. I clung to both Ronan and Lucian, who had fallen asleep when we arrived close to the border, and we were stopped by the guards there.
“Who are you?” one of them asked.
“Luna of Greenwood Pack."
"We are here to see the Lycan King,” I answered, and they let us in after a brief consultation among themselves.
We were escorted into the heart of the Lycan territory, and my stomach twisted tighter with each step toward the palace in front of us.
While I lived in Moonstone, I never visited the palace, even though my father was a member of the council. He attended meetings with the Lycan King and was invited to parties. Miranda was the only one allowed to go to such ceremonies.
We were led into a quiet room, but I could hear the sounds of music and laughter ringing from a far distance, and the guard who led us in asked us to wait and exit.
He returned shortly with someone else. Abraham, the second-in-command to Damien. He was just as ruthless as Damien and carried a stern face all year round without smiling.
“What do you want with the Lycan King?” he asked immediately upon reaching us, not bothering to offer any greeting.
The doctor, Elena, stepped forward and answered his question before I could.
“We are from Greenwood. We need to see him for something very urgent,” she said impatiently.
Abraham scoffed, his countenance showing no respect even though he was aware I was a Luna, and folded his arms.
“Do you think just anyone can see the Lycan King? Come back some other time."
"Today is the Lycan King’s cousin’s wedding, and he is very busy,” he replied.
Cousin’s wedding? I thought silently.
That would be Julian. He was the only relative Damien had from the maternal line. I blinked with mixed emotions, surprised to hear Julian and Miranda were getting married today.
What a bad day to come here.
“Escort them out,” Abraham said, waving his hand dismissively, but I rushed forward quickly to stop him.
“Abraham, please."
"It’s urgent that I see the Lycan King,” I pleaded, and he turned swiftly to me.
His eyes stared suspiciously at me for a few seconds, then widened like he had seen a ghost.
“You… You are the girl from that night?” he said, pointing his finger at me in surprise, and my heart somersaulted.
That day, it was just me and Damien. There was no way he would recognize me.
Before I found my voice to answer him, Abraham’s eyes roamed over my twins, and his mouth dropped in awe.
The twins took after me a lot, but their russet eyes and amber hair were exactly like Damien’s. Anyone close to them would easily recognize the resemblance.
Instantly, Abraham’s countenance and tone changed toward us, and he signaled to the guards standing by to leave us.
“Come with me,” he said quietly, signaling for Elena to wait behind, but she refused.
“Don’t worry, I will be fine,” I assured her, then followed Abraham to a secluded part of the building.
The big room was filled with glass and a cold aura. The atmosphere was so quiet that even a pindrop could be heard.
Abraham opened the door to another room, and there I saw him again, in the same position from five years ago, facing the window with a cigarette in his hand.
“Didn’t I give an order that I didn’t want to see anyone today?” Damien grunted irritably without turning toward us.
My body shook a bit, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was scared to face him again or because of the twins holding my hands tightly.
“Damien, this is very important,” Abraham said, and I heard a frustrated hiss from him.
“I don’t care, handle it yourself,” he muttered.
“Damien, it’s Sofia Taylor,” Abraham told him, and he turned sharply toward us, his fierce gaze startling the kids, who hid behind me.
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