Claimed by Two Alpha

chapter-4

The room fell silent.

Isabella stared at the mysterious man standing near the doorway. His dark coat was stained with blood, and his silver eyes seemed to glow beneath the dim chandelier.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

The man smiled faintly. “Someone who knew your mother long before you were born.”

Alexander stepped between them, his expression turning murderous.

“You have five seconds to explain why you're in my house.”

Lucian's gaze shifted toward him.

“Still hiding behind your title, Alexander? How disappointing.”

Alexander's wolf growled beneath his skin.

“Say my name again.”

“Alexander,” Isabella whispered, touching his arm. “Don't.”

For a moment, the Alpha looked down at her hand. The anger in his eyes softened, but only slightly.

Lucian noticed.

A dangerous smile spread across his face.

“So it's true. The mighty Blackwood Alpha has already fallen.”

“Get out,” Alexander ordered.

Lucian ignored him and looked directly at Isabella.

“Your mother left something for you. Something both these Alphas would kill to possess.”

Isabella's fingers tightened around the silver pendant hanging from her neck.

“What is it?”

“The truth about your birth.”

Before she could ask another question, Lucian pulled a small black envelope from his coat and placed it on the table.

“Read it when you're alone, little Queen. And remember—your mother trusted neither of them.”

Then he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

Alexander immediately turned to his guards.

“Find him. I want every entrance sealed. Nobody leaves this mansion without my permission.”

“Alexander,” Damien said from behind him, “you can't keep treating her like a prisoner.”

Alexander turned slowly.

“And you can't keep pretending you're here for her freedom.”

Damien's jaw tightened. “At least I don't confuse love with ownership.”

A low growl escaped Alexander's throat.

“Be careful, Knight.”

“Enough!” Isabella shouted.

Both Alphas looked at her.

“I am standing right here. Stop talking about me as if I don't have a choice.”

For the first time, neither man answered.

Isabella picked up the envelope and opened it.

Inside was an old photograph.

A young woman stood between two men. Isabella immediately recognized her mother, Seraphina Rose.

But the two men beside her made Isabella's blood run cold.

One looked exactly like Alexander.

The other looked exactly like Damien.

On the back of the photograph, someone had written:

THE NIGHT THE THREE BLOODLINES BECAME ONE.

“What does this mean?” Isabella whispered.

Damien stepped closer, his face suddenly pale.

Alexander snatched the photograph from her hand.

“Where did you get this?”

“It was inside the envelope!” Isabella replied.

Alexander stared at the picture for several seconds. Something unfamiliar crossed his face—fear.

“That's impossible.”

“What is?” Isabella demanded.

Before he could answer, Damien spoke.

“Because those men aren't our fathers.”

Isabella looked at him.

“Then who are they?”

Damien swallowed.

“They are the first Alpha Kings of our bloodlines. They've been dead for more than a hundred years.”

A strange warmth spread through Isabella's pendant.

Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed inside her mind.

Run, my daughter. The one who desires you most will be the one who destroys you.

Isabella stumbled backwards.

Alexander caught her before she fell.

“Isabella!”

She pushed against his chest, breathing heavily.

“Don't touch me!”

His hands immediately loosened, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I heard a voice.”

“What voice?”

“My mother's.”

The room went completely still.

Alexander looked toward Damien.

And Damien looked genuinely terrified.

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Later That Night

Alexander stood alone in his private office, staring at the photograph.

He had recognized the man beside Seraphina.

It was his grandfather.

But there was something else—something he had never told anyone.

His grandfather had left behind a secret warning:

If the Rose Queen ever returns, never allow her to fall in love with a Blackwood.

Alexander crushed the edge of the photograph in his fist.

He had spent his entire life believing he could control anything.

His pack. His enemies. His kingdom.

But Isabella Rose was different.

He wanted her.

Not because of the prophecy. Not because of her royal blood.

He wanted her because the thought of losing her was already unbearable.

His phone vibrated.

A message appeared from an unknown number.

SHE WILL NEVER BE YOURS, ALEXANDER.

A second message followed.

ASK DAMIEN WHAT HAPPENED TO HER FATHER.

Alexander's eyes darkened.

Across the mansion, Damien stood outside Isabella's bedroom, holding an old silver ring.

He stared at it for a long moment before whispering:

“I'm sorry, Isabella. I should have told you the truth.”

Then he slipped the ring into his pocket.

Because Damien Knight knew exactly who had killed Isabella's father.

And the killer was closer to her than she could ever imagine.

To be continued...