Claimed by Two Alpha

chapter-3

ISABELLA'S POV

"Your mother is not dead."

The words echoed through my mind.

I stared at the bedroom door, unable to move.

My mother?

The woman who had abandoned me before I could even remember her?

The woman whose face I had only seen in an old photograph?

For twenty-two years, I had believed she was dead.

And now someone was standing outside a stranger's mansion, claiming she was alive.

"Open the door," I whispered.

Alexander immediately looked at me.

"No."

I turned towards him.

"What do you mean, no?"

"You don't know who's standing outside."

"She's talking about my mother!"

"And that doesn't mean she's telling the truth."

I clenched my fists.

"That's my decision to make."

Before Alexander could respond, Damien stepped forward.

"She's right. We should at least hear what the woman has to say."

Alexander shot him a deadly look.

"Stay out of this, Knight."

"Unfortunately, we have the same problem."

Their eyes met.

For a moment, I thought they were going to attack each other.

Then another knock sounded.

"Isabella," the woman whispered from outside. "Please. We don't have much time."

My heart tightened.

"Open it."

Alexander stared at me for several seconds before finally turning towards the door.

"Marcus!"

His Beta appeared almost immediately.

"Alpha?"

"Check the corridor."

Marcus nodded and carefully opened the door.

An elderly woman stood outside.

She wore a long grey cloak, and her silver hair was tied into a loose bun. Her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp.

The moment she saw me, tears filled them.

"Oh, little moon..."

She took a trembling step forward.

I stepped back.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at my face.

"My name is Evelyn. I knew your mother."

My throat tightened.

"How?"

She looked towards Alexander and Damien.

Then she whispered:

"Because I was there the night you were born."

ALEXANDER'S POV

Something about the woman disturbed me.

Not her appearance.

Not her words.

Her scent.

She carried the unmistakable scent of the old royal bloodline.

And that bloodline had supposedly disappeared twenty-two years ago.

I moved closer.

"Explain yourself."

Evelyn looked at me.

For a moment, fear crossed her face.

"Alexander Blackwood."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You know me?"

"I knew your father."

The room became silent.

My father had been dead for twelve years.

And very few people knew what had happened during his final days.

"How did you know him?"

Evelyn ignored my question and turned towards Damien.

"And you must be Damien Knight."

Damien's expression hardened.

"Get to the point."

The woman sighed.

"Both of you are just like your fathers. Proud, stubborn and blinded by your own bloodlines."

My jaw tightened.

"Watch your words."

She didn't look frightened.

Instead, she looked at Isabella.

"Your mother made me promise to protect you."

Isabella stepped forward.

"Where is she?"

Evelyn lowered her eyes.

"I don't know."

"Then why did you say she was alive?"

"Because I saw her three months ago."

Isabella's lips parted.

Three months ago?

"Where?"

"At the northern border."

"Was she alone?"

Evelyn nodded.

"She was injured. And she was being hunted."

"By whom?"

The old woman looked directly at me.

"By someone from your father's past."

My wolf stirred.

That was impossible.

My father's enemies had been dead for years.

Or so I had believed.

DAMIEN'S POV

I didn't trust Evelyn.

Not because she was lying.

But because she wasn't telling us everything.

I had spent my entire life learning how to read people.

And her fear was genuine.

However, there was something else in her eyes.

Guilt.

"What happened to Isabella's mother?" I asked.

Evelyn looked at me.

"Seraphina discovered something about the two Alpha bloodlines."

I exchanged a glance with Alexander.

"What?"

She took a small silver pendant from beneath her cloak.

It was shaped like a crescent moon.

At its centre was a red gemstone.

"The original Moon Goddess blessing was divided between two bloodlines. The Blackwoods and the Knights."

Alexander frowned.

"That's an old legend."

"Not a legend. A truth your families buried."

I stepped closer.

"And Isabella?"

Evelyn looked at the girl.

"She carries the missing third part."

Silence.

My wolf suddenly became restless.

The missing third part.

The reason two rival Alphas could recognize the same Omega.

The reason her scent felt familiar to both of us.

I looked at Alexander.

He was already staring at Isabella.

And I knew he was thinking the same thing.

This wasn't an ordinary mate bond.

It was something much older.

ISABELLA'S POV

I couldn't understand anything anymore.

My mother was alive.

My blood was connected to two ancient Alpha families.

And apparently, I was carrying some mysterious power.

I wanted to scream.

Instead, I looked at Evelyn.

"Why did my mother leave me?"

Her expression softened.

"She didn't abandon you, sweetheart."

"Then why wasn't she there?"

"Because someone wanted you dead."

My stomach dropped.

"Who?"

Evelyn hesitated.

"Your father."

I stared at her.

"My father?"

"Your father was not an ordinary man, Isabella."

I shook my head.

"That's impossible. I was told he died before I was born."

Evelyn closed her eyes.

"That's what your mother wanted everyone to believe."

I felt tears gathering in my eyes.

"Who was he?"

She opened her mouth.

But before she could answer, every light in the mansion went out.

A deafening growl echoed through the corridor.

Marcus shouted.

"ALPHA! WE HAVE COMPANY!"

Alexander immediately moved towards the door.

Damien pulled out a silver dagger.

Evelyn grabbed my wrist.

"Listen carefully, Isabella."

Her voice was urgent.

"If you ever see a wolf with silver eyes, don't trust him."

I frowned.

"Why?"

She looked terrified.

"Because he is the one who killed your father."

A loud crash shook the mansion.

Someone screamed downstairs.

Then Evelyn pushed the silver pendant into my palm.

"Hide this. Whatever happens, never let Alexander or Damien take it from you."

I looked at the two men.

"Why shouldn't I trust them?"

Evelyn didn't answer.

Instead, she whispered:

"Because one of them knows what happened to your parents."

My blood turned cold.

ALEXANDER'S POV

The moment I stepped into the corridor, I smelled blood.

Three guards were lying unconscious near the staircase.

Marcus was fighting a masked intruder.

"Alive!" I ordered.

Marcus nodded.

I shifted partially, allowing my claws to emerge.

The intruder turned towards me.

His eyes were silver.

My wolf went completely silent.

Then it whispered a name I hadn't heard in twelve years.

Lucian.

Impossible.

Lucian had been my father's most trusted warrior.

He had disappeared the night my father died.

I grabbed the intruder by the throat.

"Who sent you?"

He laughed.

"You really don't remember me, little prince?"

My claws tightened.

"Answer me."

His silver eyes shifted towards the bedroom.

Towards Isabella.

Then he smiled.

"We finally found the little Queen."

My blood turned cold.

Before I could question him, he bit down on something hidden between his teeth.

A second later, his body went limp.

Poison.

"Damn it!"

I released him.

Marcus approached.

"Alpha, what do we do?"

I stared towards the bedroom.

"Secure the entire mansion. Nobody enters or leaves."

Then I heard a scream.

Isabella.

I ran.

DAMIEN'S POV

When I entered the bedroom, Isabella was standing near the window.

Her breathing was uneven.

The silver pendant in her hand was glowing.

"Isabella?"

She turned towards me.

Her eyes were changing.

Grey.

Then silver.

Then an impossible shade of violet.

She grabbed her chest.

"Something is happening."

I moved towards her.

"Don't panic. I'm here."

"Damien..."

Her voice trembled.

"It hurts."

I reached for her hand.

The moment our fingers touched, a powerful wave of energy exploded through the room.

The windows shattered.

The curtains caught fire.

And every werewolf in the mansion dropped to their knees.

Including me.

I stared at Isabella in disbelief.

A glowing crescent-shaped mark appeared on her wrist.

An ancient royal mark.

Alexander entered the room.

He stopped immediately.

His eyes widened.

For the first time since I had known him, the ruthless Alpha looked genuinely afraid.

Then Isabella lifted her head.

Her eyes were completely silver.

A voice unlike her own escaped her lips.

"The two kings shall kneel before the Queen."

And then she collapsed.

Alexander caught her before she hit the floor.

I looked at the glowing mark on her wrist.

The prophecy was real.

The missing Queen had finally awakened.

But there was one problem.

The prophecy had never promised that the two Alphas would survive her awakening.

END OF CHAPTER 3