Hiding My Lycan Twins From My Blind Alpha Ex

Ayla“Pack your bags. Now,” I said, my tone sharp. My body tensed as I fixed my eyes on the back door.The once-warm cabin was rapidly turning to ice, frost creeping up the windowpanes like a predator taking its time. I turned my gaze to Snow and Leo. The thick wooden walls groaned once, deep and low. The twins had already grabbed their small backpacks, their little faces instantly shifting from playful children to alert survivalists.The scent hit me again, thicker this time, laced with years of sleepless nights and suffocating rage. The supernatural summit was being held near the neutral borders, but I had never imagined Dave would venture this close to the sanctuary line. I forced my frozen limbs to move and grabbed my coat.“Let’s go,” I whispered, ushering them through the back door and straight into the dense fog. We moved through the trees with practiced precision as the wind howled, the scent of forest fire and crushed mint growing blindingly thick behind us.If we could just

AylaA gasp rippled through the small crowd as Ragnar’s terrifyingly powerful wolf towered over the clearing.He let out a deafening howl; the sound vibrating so deeply that the earth shook and dark storm clouds gathered violently overhead, blotting out the remaining moonlight.The hair on my arms stood on end. Dave’s elite men staggered backward, fear flashing across their faces.They had clearly heard whispers of the brutal Alpha King of the North, but standing in his crushing presence was a nightmare they weren’t prepared for.Dave’s eyes flared, his chest heaving as his own wolf clawed to get out.For a fraction of a second, the phantom remnants of our broken fated bond snapped taut, sending a searing heat through me that made my knees tremble. He began to shift—his jaw elongating, fangs dropping—before he suddenly froze.A harsh gasp tore from Dave’s throat. His body jerked as he violently forced his wolf back down, sweat immediately breaking out across his hollowed face.“This i

Ragnar“Glad to be home,” I said with a comfortable sigh. I leaned back in my chair, resting against it as I closed my eyes.I exhaled slowly, letting the cool air ease the tension still clinging to my body. Only then did the events of the last few hours begin replaying in my mind.All the packs in the different werewolf territories tried to live as peacefully as possible; the atmosphere was tense enough for a war to break out if Dave and I had actually fought. I groaned internally as the door creaked and the sound of Emily’s footsteps echoed on the marble floor.“You really wandered off and returned with a strange woman and two kids—how typical,” her annoyed tone cut through the silence.“What can I say? I’m a collector,” I teased.“I don’t think bringing her here was a good idea. You should’ve asked…”“Asked who?” I interjected. “You? The council? Who exactly was I supposed to ask permission from?”“You should’ve asked the members of your pack if they wanted a stranger in their mids

Ayla“Where is she?” Emily said as soon as I stepped out of the room. She tried to look into the room, but I blocked the entrance with my body and firmly shut the door.“What do you want?” I asked, irritated by the intrusion.“What do I want? I want your daughter to explain how half the courtyard is covered in solid ice and a thick layer of snow!"“Don’t yell. You’ll wake her. And this is the northern pack, isn’t it? It’s always cold here; who’s to say it’s not…”“Don’t you dare,” she interrupted. “Don’t you dare tell me anything about this place. It’s cold here; yes, we have snow and solid ice, but that happens outside, not in the courtyard! Your daughter did that. Stacy saw…”“Stacy could’ve seen anything. I saw something entirely different: a scared child in a different environment, a child who stood bravely in the face of danger and was questioning everything around her. My child doesn’t owe you any explanations, Emily. I don’t care what Stacy saw. I don’t want you anywhere near m

AylaThe feast went on as Leo, Snow, and I ate cautiously and studied the hall. The different groups ate and drank heartily with the people they sat next to, the air filled with excited chatter.The table in front of us was lined with different meals the servants had brought over. I could see people occasionally glancing our way, some bold enough to point in our direction, so we knew they were talking about us.“Eat up,” I whispered and handed them bowls of food.They took them from me and eagerly ate up the contents. I resisted the urge to stop them from eating every time they put a spoonful in their mouths after the hostility Snow received from the first servant. But I could tell they were famished by how quickly the spoons flew to their mouths, so I decided to let them eat in peace.Hopefully, none of the servants had been foolish enough to lace our food with anything harmful. “And if I die,” I said and grabbed a bowl for myself, “I’d rather die beside my children.”I had eaten no