Stuck Between Two Alphas

Evelyn's POVIn my lingerie, I sat despite knowing Tyler wouldn't be coming home today, but still, I waited beside the decorated room, resisting the urge to call him again as I had so many times before.The evening breeze flew into the room as the clock struck at midnight causing me to shiver.“Luna Evelyn, should we come clear the room since the Alpha isn’t back now?” I heard the voice of my head maid after her subtle knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.“Let’s wait for thirty more minutes…maybe he’ll come” I replied, trying myself more than I was trying to convince her.For a moment I thought she had left until she whispered, “Do you need me now?”.“Go to bed, Elsie” I replied, and I sensed her wait for a while almost as though listening in before sighing and leaving me to my drowning thoughts.For the past three years, this has happened. I set up preparations, dolled myself up waiting for my husband and after waiting for a while, Elsie would come clear the decorations be

Evelyn’s POV“Ms. Eve, will you be free to stop by the office today?” Doctor Alvarez asked as I picked up my ringing phone.It’s been two long years since I stepped out of Bluestone pack without looking back once.“I’m on my way to Gregory’s office, Ava, is this something serious? I had already done my test this month… ”The fear in her voice when she continued scared me a bit, “Is it the cancer? Did you find another tumor?”Leaving Ty, I had nowhere to go and after leaving off as a rogue for a month, I stumbled into Alpha Gregory pack and rather than treating me like others had… he took me in and changed my life.I didn’t enjoy his protection for long before I was diagnosed with Cervical cancer… his support helped me pull through.It was safe to say that I spent the last two years treating cancer and falling in love with myself over again.“Breathe Eve, you just have to come in as soon as possible, and please don’t tell Alpha Gregory” she pleaded before ending the call.I diverted an

Christian's POVThe moment I pushed the doors open, the room fell into a thick, uneasy silence. Every head turned in my direction.Good. That was the way it should be.I walked in without a word at first, letting the weight of my presence do what words couldn’t. My steps were slow, deliberate, the kind that made people shift in place and wonder if they should move out of the way.Then my eyes found her.Evelyn.She looked exactly how I remembered, like fire barely contained in human skin. Her posture screamed defiance, chin raised, eyes hard. Beautiful and unyielding. But what caught my attention wasn’t just her. It was the man beside her. Tall, lean, with an arm resting far too comfortably around her waist.That? That didn’t sit well with me.“Well,” I said finally, voice calm but sharp. “What do we have here?”Tyler chuckled. The sound scraped against my nerves. He pushed himself away from the fireplace, that same cocky glint in his eyes.“Well, this is unexpected,” he said, crossin

EvelynFew minutes after Dr. Alvarez’s walked down the hall, the heavy tension in the grand room felt almost solid. Leo stood just inside the doorway, arms wrapped around himself, eyes fixed on the spot where Ava had been. Tyler leaned against the mantle, fists clenched, breath slow and measured. Christian stood opposite him, back straight, shoulders squared, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.The silence stretched so long that I could hear the fire’s crackle and the soft hum of the grandfather clock. I pressed my palms flat against the marble side table and tried to swallow the tremor in my throat.Finally, Christian broke it. His voice was low, almost bored. “Evelyn, gather your things. You’re coming with me.”My heart thudded so hard I thought it might burst.My chest tightened. I felt every eye in the room on me. "Excuse me?” I said, stepping forward. My voice wavered, betraying my fear.Christian’s smirk widened. “I’ll say it again. Pack your bags. You’re coming

EVELYNTwo weeks.It had been two full weeks since the agreement was made, and somehow, no one had ripped each other’s throats out yet.I shared a king-sized room with Leo, one of the guest suites at the far end of the house. It was spacious, quiet, and overlooked the southern garden. He didn’t overstep, didn’t push, just offered calm presence when I needed it and silence when I didn’t.The mornings are quiet. I wake first, light slipping through heavy curtains. Leo lies on another bed, breathing slow and even. I slip out of bed and pad over to the window. The ridge of Bluestone territory stretches beyond the gardens, rolling hills, pines, and the creek we discovered on my first day back. I trace the path with my eyes, thinking how different everything feels when the air is still.Most days, I find Leo in the library before breakfast. He sits in a wingback chair, a mug of tea in hand. I’ll bring him coffee, and we won’t speak for the first five minutes. It’s comfortable silence. Then