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Chapter 3

Yvonne’s Pov

I woke to an entirely different atmosphere in the recovery ward.

The silence that had wrapped around me during the long hours of the night was shattered.

The hospital had suddenly become tense, charged with an uncomfortable, vibrating energy. Heavy-booted footsteps echoed outside my door, and through the glass panel, I saw Darkmoon Pack guards pacing the corridors with nervous expressions.

The Healer hurried past my room, looking pale and thoroughly frightened.

Nobody explained anything to me.

At first, I assumed the worst. My throat tightened as I clutched the thin hospital blanket to my chest, convinced that Ronan had finally sent his warriors to intimidate me into signing the rejection papers and relinquishing my precious children.

He was an Alpha accustomed to getting his way, and I was just the Omega who had dared to say no.

Then, I heard the vehicles arriving outside.

It was not a single car. The low, thunderous growl of several heavy engines shook the glass windows of my room, vibrating right down into the floorboards. I dragged myself upright, wincing at the sharp flare of pain across my abdomen, and leaned toward the window.

A fleet of sleek, black SUVs had completely surrounded the building, blocking off every entrance and exit. Armed warriors poured out of the vehicles, moving with absolute tactical precision. They did not wear the familiar crest of the Darkmoon Pack. Their dark uniforms bore a striking, intricate crest depicting a silver wolf framed by a crescent moon, a symbol I had never seen in my life.

Yet, the moment my eyes landed on that crest, something deep within my chest violently reacted.

My wolf, who had only just begun to stir from her lifelong slumber, became wild and restless. She thrashed beneath my ribs, pounding against my heart like a trapped bird desperate to break free.

Outside my door, the Darkmoon staff hurriedly backed away, pressing themselves against the walls as the heavy doors of the medical wing were pushed wide open.

An imposing man entered the corridor. He was older, radiating an overwhelming power and an Alpha aura so ancient and dense that every wolf in the building instinctively lowered their gaze and bared their necks in submission. His hair was streaked with silver, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line, but it was his eyes that caught my breath, they were a vivid, piercing silver-white.

I recognized him immediately, despite never having met him in my life.

It was Alpha Darius Silvercrest, the ruler of the legendary Silvercrest Pack. Beside him walked the Healer, pointing nervously toward my room.

The moment Darius turned his head and his gaze locked onto mine through the open doorway, something inside my soul exploded.

My wolf awakened completely.

The transformation was sudden and violent. A blinding flare of pain ripped through my weakened body as a rush of raw, unadulterated silver light flooded across my vision. My senses did not just sharpen; they shattered through their ordinary limits.

From ten feet away, the rich, metallic scent of the Alpha’s blood hit my nose. A pulse of pure, ancient energy snapped into place between us, binding my heartbeat directly to his.

I gasped, gripping the edges of the mattress as tears instantly poured down my cheeks. What I was experiencing was not fear, nor was it attraction or deference to a powerful leader.

It was blood recognition.

My wolf sang with a deafening, joyful roar, identifying the grand Alpha as my biological father.

I was entirely overwhelmed, paralyzed by the realization that the legendary man who had spent eighteen long years believing his infant daughter was dead was standing right in front of me.

A woman stepped into the room right behind him, her hands trembling as she pushed past the guards. It was Luna Elara. My mother.

The recognition was immediate and utterly devastating. She stopped in her tracks, clutching her chest as she stared at me as if she were looking at a ghost returned from the grave. Her soft silver eyes overflowed with silent tears.

I could not fathom how two absolute strangers could instantly feel like home, but my heart knew the truth before my mind could fully process it.

Suddenly, buried memories began surfacing from the darkest corners of my mind, tiny, broken fragments from early infancy that I had assumed were just childhood dreams.

I remembered the sweet, warm scent of dried lavender and rain. I remembered the deep, steady rhythm of a powerful heartbeat pressing against my cheek. I remembered the glint of a polished silver pendant swaying in the light, and the soft, soothing words of a lullaby I had not heard since I was a baby.

"Yvonne..." Elara choked out, her voice breaking as she took a hesitant step forward.

I began sobbing uncontrollably before I could even find my voice to speak to her.

Darius stepped into the room, his eyes scanning my fragile frame. But as his gaze drifted over the thin hospital gown, he caught sight of the dark, faded bruises on my wrists, marks left by years of neglect and harsh treatment and the raw, fresh surgical scars from my neglected delivery.

His expression shifted instantly. The sorrow in his eyes hardened into a terrifying, icy rage. He realized, with absolute clarity, that someone in this pack had mistreated his long-lost daughter.

Before he could speak, a sharp, high-pitched cry shattered the heavy silence in the room.

My twins had begun crying simultaneously in their incubators across the room.

The entire space went dead silent. The monitors connected to the incubators began to flicker strangely as the air grew thick with latent energy. In their tiny glass cribs, both infants opened their eyes at the exact same moment.

Their eyes were a bright, luminous silver-white, shining with the exact same radiance as mine.

The supernatural energy filling the room shifted instantly.

Darius stepped over to the incubators, his sharp eyes widening in shock as he felt the undeniable surge of raw power radiating from the newborns. He understood immediately that these children were far from ordinary.

The twins were not merely descendants of the Silvercrest line; they possessed the same ancient, pureblood White Wolf marker that had been thought lost to history.

My babies were direct, undeniable heirs to the Silvercrest dynasty.

The terrifying implications of the discovery crashed over me in an instant. If the supernatural world learned that the missing Silvercrest princess had returned and produced two pureblood heirs, every major pack, faction, and power-hungry Alpha would stop at nothing to lay claim to them or discover who had fathered them.

And then, Ronan's name became completely unavoidable.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I realized the brutal irony. The cruel Alpha who had treated me like a worthless Omega, who had ignored my agonizing labor to drink wine with his mistress, and who had sent rejection papers to steal my children was, in fact, the father of the heirs to the most powerful bloodline in existence.

The thought brought me no sense of petty satisfaction or triumph. It brought only a paralyzing dread.

Because if someone had stolen my identity and hidden me away as an Omega eighteen years ago, my sudden awakening was not a mere coincidence. Somebody had been waiting for me to be found.

"Prepare the transport," Darius commanded, his voice cutting through the room like thunder as he turned to his chief warrior. "We are moving my daughter and my grandchildren to the Silvercrest estate immediately. Nothing stays behind."

Within minutes, the Silvercrest elite guard surrounded my bed and the incubator units. I was wrapped in a thick, warm coat bearing my family’s royal seal and carefully wheeled out of the hospital under heavy protection.

As we passed through the grand double doors of the main entrance, I caught sight of a familiar figure standing frozen at the far end of the corridor.

It was Thomas, Ronan's assistant. He stood there with the rejection documents still clutched in his hands, his mouth slightly open in sheer disbelief as he stared at the army of elite warriors surrounding me. He had come looking for a helpless Omega to intimidate into silence.

He was far too late. The broken girl he had come to strip of her rights was being escorted away by the most powerful Alpha family in the world.

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The heavy doors of the armored SUV slammed shut, sealing me, my mother, and my twins inside a sanctuary of dark leather and reinforced steel.

The engine roared to life, and the massive convoy began to pull away from the Darkmoon Pack hospital, kicking up dust as it accelerated onto the open road.

Driven by an instinct I couldn't quite name, I turned in my seat and looked back through the tinted rear window at the receding hospital building.

High above the chaos, perched silently on the edge of the hospital rooftop, stood a dark, black-clad stranger.

He did not move. He stood tall against the gray sky, his face obscured by a dark hood, silently watching my convoy speed away into the distance.

As I watched him, the stranger slowly raised a gloved hand to his neck. Between his fingers, a metallic object caught the sunlight, gleaming brightly.

He was touching the exact same silver pendant I had just seen in my childhood memory.