Claimed by Two Alpha

chapter-2

ISABELLA'S POV

"MATE."

The word echoed inside my head.

I stared at the two men standing in front of me.

Alexander Blackwood.

Damien Knight.

Two powerful Alphas.

Two strangers.

And apparently, both of them had just called me their mate.

This had to be a joke.

A horrible, impossible joke.

"Stop," I whispered.

Neither moved.

"I said stop!"

My voice trembled as I stepped backwards.

Damien immediately raised his hands.

"Isabella, breathe. Nobody is going to hurt you."

I looked at him desperately.

"Why did you both say that?"

His expression softened.

"Because..."

"Don't."

I turned towards Alexander.

"And you! Stop looking at me like that."

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Like what?"

"Like you own me!"

Something dangerous flashed in his grey eyes.

"Careful, little Omega."

"Or what?"

For a moment, the entire ballroom seemed to disappear.

Then Alexander smiled.

Not kindly.

Not reassuringly.

It was the smile of a man who had just discovered something he desperately wanted.

"You're going to be trouble."

"Good. Stay away from me."

I turned and hurried towards the exit.

But before I could reach the door, my chest tightened again.

A strange burning sensation spread beneath my skin.

I gasped.

My knees weakened.

And then everything went black.

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ALEXANDER'S POV

I caught her before she hit the marble floor.

"Isabella!"

Her head rested against my chest.

She was unconscious.

My wolf was practically tearing through my mind.

Protect her!

"Get a doctor!" I ordered.

Damien immediately stepped forward.

"Give her to me."

I looked at him.

"Excuse me?"

"She's my mate too."

My jaw tightened.

"Don't test me, Knight."

"She's unconscious, Alexander. This isn't the time for your territorial nonsense."

I hated that he was right.

But I hated even more that he was looking at her with the same expression I felt inside my own chest.

Concern.

Fear.

Possessiveness.

I tightened my arms around Isabella.

"She's coming to my mansion."

Damien stepped in front of me.

"No."

I stared at him.

"Move."

"She needs a doctor, not another Alpha making decisions for her."

My wolf snarled.

For a second, I considered tearing his throat out.

Then Isabella moved slightly in my arms.

Her fingers curled into my shirt.

And I forgot about Damien.

"Prepare the car," I ordered my Beta.

Tonight, nobody was taking her away from me.

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DAMIEN'S POV

Alexander had always been selfish.

Even as a child, he wanted everything.

The best territory.

The strongest warriors.

The respect of every Alpha.

But this time, he wanted something that belonged to neither of us.

A choice.

And Isabella deserved to make it herself.

I watched Alexander carry her outside.

My wolf paced restlessly.

Don't let him take her.

"I won't," I whispered.

My Beta, Marcus, approached me.

"Alpha, we have a problem."

I didn't take my eyes off the exit.

"What?"

He leaned closer.

"The moment Miss Rose entered the ballroom, the ancient markings in the eastern sanctuary began glowing."

My expression changed.

"What markings?"

"The ones sealed by your grandfather."

My blood ran cold.

Those markings hadn't responded to anyone in over a century.

"Are you certain?"

Marcus nodded.

"There's something else."

I looked at him.

"What?"

He hesitated.

"The prophecy has awakened."

I closed my eyes.

This was worse than I had imagined.

Much worse.

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ISABELLA'S POV

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the ceiling.

It was enormous.

White marble. Golden decorations. A chandelier that probably cost more than my entire village.

I slowly sat up.

"Where am I?"

"Blackwood Mansion."

I froze.

That voice.

I turned.

Alexander was sitting in an armchair beside the enormous bed.

His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up.

He looked annoyingly comfortable.

"Why am I here?"

"You fainted."

"That doesn't answer my question."

He leaned forward.

"Because you needed medical attention."

I looked around.

"And you couldn't take me to a hospital?"

"Doctors here understand werewolf biology."

I went silent.

He stood and approached the bed.

"How long have you known?"

"Known what?"

"That you're an Omega."

My stomach tightened.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me."

"Stop ordering me around!"

His eyes flashed gold.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

"Your scent is unmistakable, Isabella."

I looked away.

"I don't have a pack."

That seemed to catch his attention.

"Everyone has a pack."

"Not everyone."

His expression changed.

For the first time, he looked genuinely curious.

"Who raised you?"

"Mrs. Eleanor."

"And your parents?"

I swallowed.

"I don't know."

Alexander studied my face.

Then he asked something that made my blood run cold.

"Have you ever experienced a transformation?"

I shook my head.

"Then why does your blood carry an ancient Alpha signature?"

I stared at him.

"What?"

Before he could answer, someone knocked.

"Alpha."

Alexander's expression hardened.

"Enter."

A tall man walked inside.

"Damien Knight is here."

Alexander's jaw tightened.

"Tell him to leave."

"He says it's about the girl."

Alexander looked at me.

Then towards the door.

"Let him in."

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ALEXANDER'S POV

Damien entered without waiting for an invitation.

Of course he did.

His eyes immediately found Isabella.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded.

"Yes. Thank you."

He smiled gently.

Then looked at me.

"We need to talk."

"We have nothing to discuss."

"Actually, we do."

He approached the bed.

"Isabella, I think you should know something."

I stepped between them.

"Whatever you have to say, say it to me."

Damien's expression darkened.

"Move, Alexander."

"No."

Isabella sighed.

"Could you both stop behaving like children?"

I almost laughed.

Damien actually smiled.

She had managed to silence two Alphas with one sentence.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Damien finally spoke.

"There's an ancient prophecy connected to your birth."

Isabella frowned.

"What prophecy?"

He glanced at me.

I already knew what he was about to say.

And I didn't like it.

"According to the prophecy, an Omega born under the Blood Moon would carry the power to unite two rival Alpha bloodlines."

Isabella looked confused.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Damien's voice lowered.

"Because twenty-two years ago, the Blood Moon appeared on the night you were born."

Silence filled the room.

Isabella's face slowly lost its colour.

"How do you know when I was born?"

Damien didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he looked at me.

And for the first time that night, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.

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DAMIEN'S POV

There was something I hadn't told Alexander.

Something I had discovered only a few hours earlier.

The girl lying in that bed wasn't simply an Omega.

She was the daughter of a woman both our families had tried to erase from history.

A woman named Seraphina Rose.

The last known heir of the Moon Goddess's original bloodline.

And if the old records were correct, Isabella wasn't supposed to exist.

I looked at her.

"Isabella, do you recognize this name?"

I took a folded photograph from my jacket.

Her eyes widened.

It was an old photograph of a beautiful woman standing beside a man.

The woman had Isabella's eyes.

Her smile.

Her exact features.

Isabella reached for the photograph with trembling fingers.

"That's..."

Her voice broke.

"That's my mother."

I exchanged a glance with Alexander.

He looked as shocked as I felt.

Then Isabella turned the photograph over.

There was a handwritten message on the back.

If my daughter is ever found, never let the Blackwood or Knight bloodlines claim her.

Isabella looked up.

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Why would my mother write that?"

Nobody answered.

Then a loud crash came from somewhere downstairs.

A warrior shouted.

"INTRUDER!"

Alexander immediately turned towards the door.

Damien reached for his weapon.

But before either of us could move, a woman's voice echoed through the mansion.

"ISABELLA ROSE!"

The entire house fell silent.

Then came three slow knocks.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

And a voice whispered from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Your mother is not dead."

Isabella stopped breathing.

Alexander's eyes turned completely golden.

Damien drew his weapon.

Because whoever stood outside that door had just revealed the one secret that could destroy both our kingdoms.

END OF CHAPTER 2