LOGIN[Alpha Lorenzoâs Point of View] I was already driving back toward Villa Lunare. My eyes stayed locked on the dark road ahead, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. Chiara. My children. My jaw tightened so hard it hurt. Leo was right. This situation was far worse than we originally thought, and every instinct inside me screamed that my family was in danger. I should never have left them alone while the territory was collapsing into chaos around us. The poisoned sentinels. The attacks in the eastern woods. The Black Claws moving like ghosts through my lands. Everything was connected somehow. And somehow, every trail led back to Chiara. Twenty minutes before reaching the villa, something immediately caught my attention. A black car. Parked outside an abandoned building near the old district of Valdieri. My eyes narrowed instantly. I recognized that car. Benedetto Ricciardi. What the hell was that old man doing here? The building itself used to be the old pub
[LUCAâs Point of View] Something felt wrong. Not the normal kind of wrong either. This felt heavy. Dark. Like the air inside Villa Argentata had changed while everyone pretended things were still normal. And I knew Sofia felt it too. The second Maddalena and Cecilia left the room, my twin looked straight at me from her bed, her large eyes filled with fear she was trying hard to hide. That was enough confirmation. The strange feeling inside my chest was not imagination. It was instinct. The same instinct Sofia and I had been feeling ever since Mama disappeared days ago. âIâm scared, Luca,â Sofia whispered softly, pulling the blanket halfway over her mouth. âCan you feel it too?â I swallowed hard. Truthfully, I was terrified. But I could never let Sofia see that. âYeah,â I admitted quietly while staring at the glowing stars stuck across the ceiling of our room. Sofia loved those stupid stars so much that Nonna Noemi covered almost the entire ceiling with them. âSomething
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] After reading that horrifying letter, I could no longer sit still pretending everything inside the manor was safe. My hands trembled as I folded the paper and slipped it carefully inside the pocket of my jacket. My mind immediately raced toward the twins. Sofia. Luca. How could someone infiltrate Palazzo della Luna without being noticed? Did the Black Fangs have spies living among us? The thought alone made my stomach twist painfully. Should I tell Lorenzo? I pressed my lips tightly together. No. Not now. Lorenzo was already overwhelmed dealing with the disaster at the eastern borders together with Leo. If I brought this problem to him now, it would only divide his attention while the entire territory stood on the edge of war. I needed to handle this myself first. "Signora Chiara... is everything alright?" I looked up quickly when Maddalena noticed my distress. Her eyes briefly dropped toward the pocket where I had hidden the letter before she
[ALFA LORENZO'S POINT OF VIEW] My mind kept telling me I needed to stay here and handle this disaster before it spiraled out of control. But every beat of my heart dragged me somewhere else. Back to the Palazzo della Luna. Back to Chiara. Back to our twins. I stood on top of the massive stone barricade guarding the eastern borders of our territory, staring at the destruction below with a grim expression carved into my face. The cold wind from the forest swept against my skin, carrying traces of ash, blood, and that cursed poison lingering in the air. My hands slipped inside the pockets of my black trousers as I silently assessed the damages. Broken defense posts. Destroyed watchtowers. Burned patrol stations. And twenty of my strongest soldiers lying inside healer tents, fighting madness instead of enemies. A dark growl settled inside my chest. I wanted this over with. I wanted to hand everything to Leo and drive straight back to Chiara before the anxiety tearing through m
[Chiaraâs Point of View] âIâm sorry we have to head back this soon.â I sighed softly as Lorenzo drove through the iron gates of Villa Lunare. âI know we still have so many questions for Enzo, but Ginevra already texted me saying the kids have been asking for me nonstop.â âYou donât need to apologize, amore.â Lorenzoâs deep voice softened despite the exhaustion written all over his face. âI know you want answers too. But Luca and Sofia come first. After you disappeared for days, theyâve been terrified every second youâre out of their sight.â âItâs alright, Lorenzo.â I reached for his hand after he parked inside the underground garage beneath the manor. âYouâre right. The twins need stability first. Once I know theyâre calm and safe again, then I can deal with everything else.â âIâm walking you inside.â âNo.â I squeezed his hand firmly before he could open the driverâs door. âYou need to go to Leo. Something bad happened at the eastern borders and you know he needs you there.â Hi
Chiara's POV There was tension thick enough to choke the air inside the cabin as Lorenzo and Enzo waited for my answer. I tightened my grip around the phone, my pulse hammering violently against my chest. âIf you find any Black Claw wolves near the borders,â I said coldly into the phone, âdonât engage immediately.â Lorenzoâs brows furrowed sharply beside me. Enzo slowly lifted his head. âTrack them first,â I continued. âI want patrol units hidden across the eastern territory near the old vineyards and abandoned stone routes leading toward Monte Fiora. If they spread another poisonous fog, we need to know where itâs coming from before we strike.â Leo stayed silent for a second before answering carefully. âYou think theyâre testing our defenses, Luna?â âThey are,â I replied immediately. âAnd theyâre trying to create panic inside the pack.â Lorenzo stared at me intensely. I could feel his eyes on my face, studying me differently now. Not just as his mate. Not just as the mot
Chiaraâs POV âMommy, look! I made a butterfly!â Sofia exclaimed, holding up her craft projectâa chaotic swirl of glitter, glue, and colored paper. âThatâs beautiful, sweetheart,â I said, crouching down to admire it. Luca sat nearby, tiny hands busy assembling what looked like a spaceship out of
Lorenzoâs POV They couldnât be mine. Could they? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasnât complicatedâsix years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking⊠were t
Raffaeleâs POV I kept my hand resting lightly on Sofiaâs shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handfulâthere was no denying thatâbut there was also something captivating about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Luca trailed silently, his sharp gaze
Chiaraâs POV âI think I deserve the truth,â Lorenzo demanded, his eyes burning into me, accusing, suffocating me with the weight of secrets Iâd kept buried. I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms as I faced him. âThe twins,â he continued, voice softening but no less intense. âWho are they,







