LOGINTheo's POV
The reception hall buzzed with conversation and laughter as guests from across the world celebrated what many were calling the union of the century. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over tables laden with delicacies, while the orchestra played gentle melodies that encouraged intimate conversation rather than overwhelming revelry. Claire moved through the crowd with natural grace, her hand intertwined with mine as we accepted congratulations from pack leaders, business associates, and family friends who had traveled from across the continent to witness our mating.
But it was the moment when my son rose from his seat at the head table that captured everyone's attention. The conversations that had filled the grand ballroom gradually quieted as Adrian stood, champagne flute in hand, his posture carrying none of the defensive tension that had characterized his public appearances for months. This was a different man than the bitter heir who had once seen Claire
Claire's POVThe pack house buzzed with celebration when we arrived home with Jasmine and Maxwell. The entire grounds had been transformed overnight into a festival of welcome that took my breath away. Banners stretched between trees, tables groaned under the weight of traditional foods, and the sound of laughter mixed with children's voices created a symphony of pure joy that seemed to make the very air vibrate with happiness.I stood at the edge of the main courtyard, both babies nestled securely in my arms, watching pack members who had gathered to meet their Alpha's kids. The twins were wide-eyed and alert, their tiny faces turning toward the voices and sounds of their extended family with the curious attention of children born into love and celebration."Luna Claire!" voices called out from every direction as pack members approached with gifts, blessings, and the kind of reverent excitement that accompanied the birth of the next generation. Elder women offered traditional charms
Theo's POVThe hospital felt like a battleground as Claire's contractions intensified with each passing hour. What had started as manageable discomfort during the drive from Jennifer's wedding had escalated into full-blown labor that demanded every ounce of strength my mate possessed. I held her hand through each wave of pain, feeling helpless as her fingers crushed mine with supernatural force that left bruises I wore proudly. I immediately called her mother, informing her.Dr. Maddy moved between monitoring equipment with practiced efficiency, her voice calm and reassuring despite the complexity of delivering werewolf twins. The specialized medical team had assembled with impressive speed once word reached them that their Luna was in active labor. These weren't just medical professionals—they were pack members whose dedication extended beyond professional duty to personal investment in the safe arrival of our children."Another contraction coming," Claire gasped, her face contorting
Claire's POVThe morning of Jennifer's wedding dawned crisp and clear. I stood before the full-length mirror in our bedroom at the pack house, attempting to zip a navy blue maternity dress that had fit perfectly just two weeks ago. My reflection showed a woman I barely recognized—my face fuller, my body transformed by seven months and a week of pregnancy that had reshaped every curve.The twins were active this morning, their movements creating visible ripples across my distended abdomen. One of them delivered a particularly sharp kick to my ribs, making me wince and place a protective hand over the spot where tiny feet seemed determined to find more space in their increasingly cramped quarters."You're both going to behave today," I whispered to my belly, though their restless energy suggested they had other plans. "Aunt Jennifer deserves a perfect wedding."Theo appeared behind me in the mirror, his reflection showing concern mixed with the protective intensity that had become his d
Theo's POVSeveral days after Dr. Maddy's confirmation, I was reviewing pack projections in my home office when my phone rang. It was mom."Theodore Alexander Valmont!" Luna Roanna's voice crackled through the line with the kind of righteous fury that had made grown Alphas cower during my childhood. "Do you want to explain to me why I had to learn about my future grandchildren through pack gossip rather than from my own son?"I froze mid-signature on a contract approval, my pen hovering over documents that suddenly seemed completely irrelevant. How had she found out? Only a few people knew—Dr. Maddy, Charlie, and Jennifer. The news was supposed to remain private until we decided how and when to make the announcement to the broader pack community, werewolves never fucking keep quiet or mind theoirown business. Either that, or shed been keeping an eye on us, just for this moment."Mother, I can explain—""Explain?" she interrupted, her tone suggesting that explanation would be insuffici
Claire's POVThe moment we stepped through the hospital doors, I could feel the shift in Theo's demeanor. His hand pressed protectively against the small of my back, his posture rigid with the kind of alert tension. I'd seen him in crisis mode before, but this was different—more intense, more primal, as if every instinct he possessed was screaming warnings about dangers I couldn't perceive.The nurse at the reception desk directed us to a private examination room, her professional smile faltering slightly when she caught sight of Theo's expression. His dark eyes swept the medical facility with predatory focus, cataloging exits and evaluating every staff member who came within twenty feet of us as potential threats to my safety."Alpha and Luna Valmont," Dr. Matthews announced as he entered the room, his familiar presence usually a source of comfort during pack medical visits. But the moment he took a step toward the examination table where I sat, Theo's reaction was immediate and shoc
Theo's POVI lay completely still in the pre-dawn darkness, my hand resting lightly on Claire's waist as she slept beside me. The exhaustion that had been plaguing her for weeks was evident even in sleep—dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her breathing carried the deeper rhythm of someone whose body was working overtime to maintain basic functions. Whatever was happening to her was getting worse, not better, despite my insistence that she rest.The rational part of my mind had already decided she wouldn't be joining me at the office today. Her health took priority over any research deadlines or corporate obligations. I'd handled the company before she came into my life, and I could manage whatever emergencies arose while ensuring my mate received the medical attention she clearly needed.But as I watched her sleep, something made me pause. Beneath the steady rhythm of Claire's heartbeat, something else pulsed with its own distinct pattern. Faint, rapid, but unmistakably present.My b







