Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin

ARIEL’S POV“Abort the child!”The words cut through the hospital room.I stopped breathing.For a second, even the machines beside my bed seemed to stutter. The door swung open and he stepped in.Tall. Immaculate. Silver hair and cold blue eyes… the same ones his sons carried. And a polite smile that never reached his eyes.Lord Drake.The room went cold. My mother gasped beside me.Lucian moved first. His chair screeched back as he stood.“Careful what you say next, father.” Lucian said quietly.That quiet tone was far more terrifying than a shout.Lord Drake’s smile didn’t change.“My sons,” he said smoothly, “I’m merely suggesting a practical solution. A shameless bartender who slept with two wolves in one night,” he said calmly. “And now you expect the Drake family to accept the result?”Adrian stepped forward at once.“You will speak to her with respect,” he warned. “And let me remind you… Lucian alone is your son. I am not.”Lord Drake’s gaze shifted to me, cold, measuring and

ARIEL'S POVThe club door slammed behind me. The bass thudded in my skull.Sweat, alcohol, and wolf pheromones hit like a tidal wave. My stomach churned.I shoved past a drunken wolf grinding against the bar. His elbow brushed me… I almost broke it, but I kept walking straight for the kitchen before I said something that might get me killed.“Idi0t Alpha,” I muttered under my breath.The kitchen door burst open as I shoved through it. Heat rolled off the stoves. Oil crackled, knives slammed against cutting boards.Marco glanced up. “You again… what now?”“Leftovers,” I said flatly.His eyebrow rose.“You charge in like a hurricane and all you want is leftovers?”“For the old woman outside. The one by the alley vent.”Something in his expression softened.“You and those strays,” he muttered.“Just give me the food.”He sighed, scooping meat into a container. “Roast chicken… and some bread.”My shoulders loosened slightly. “Thank you.”But he didn’t slide it across the counter. Instead,

ARIEL’S POVThe moment his fingers tightened around my wrist, the last thread of restraint snapped.Lucien Drake’s breath brushed my lips as he leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous.“You have two choices,” he murmured.His thumb pressed against the pulse in my wrist like he could feel my heartbeat racing.“Submit… or keep fighting me, you wh0re.”Fight?Good.Because fighting was the only thing I had ever been good at.My hand shot blindly across the bedside table.My fingers hit something cold.Glass.Heavy.A wine bottle.Lucien noticed the movement…But a second too late.I swung.Hard.CRÀCK.The bottle shattered against his head with a brutal sound that echoed through the room.For one frozen second, everything went silent; the air, the music downstairs, even my own heartbeat.Then dark red blood slid slowly down Lucien's temple.I scrambled across the bed.“Stay away from me!”Lucien blinked once.Slowly.His hand rose to his temple, touching the blood.He stared at it for

ARIEL’S POVPain exploded through me, deep and unrelenting.“Damn it…”I hissed, gripping the edge of the bed as my thighs trembled.It felt like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. Every shift sent a slow, heavy ache through my lower stomach. Even breathing hurts.And him…That arrogant, cold, impossible man.Lucian Drake.My jaw tightened.“I should’ve bitten you,” I muttered under my breath. “Worth it.”I shifted slightly and instantly regretted it.“Ah…!” I sucked in a sharp breath, freezing.God.Was it supposed to hurt this much?My fingers curled into the sheets. My body still remembered him, too clearly.The weight of him.The control.The way he didn’t ask.Heat crept up my neck. Pure, burning anger.I stared at the door.Waiting.Like he told me to.Like I had a choice.My chest tightened.My mother’s face flashed in my mind—pale, tired, fragile in that hospital bed. The sound of her coughing echoed in my ears like a warning.If I left…If I walked out now…No money.No su

ARIEL’S POVMy eyes snapped open to pain already waiting for me.I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to lie still, but it only sank deeper, settling into my bones, a reminder I couldn’t undo what happened.I swallowed and forced myself up.“Ah…!” The sound slipped out before I could stop it.Sleeping? Bad idea.I’ll just sit through the night. When morning comes, I’ll go see my mum first thing.My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as my thighs trembled, struggling to hold me upright.Lucien.Just thinking his name made my head spin. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that alone could erase it.It was just business. Nothing more.But my mind refused to listen.It replayed.That voice—low, rough. “…I’m sorry.”Breath stalled in my chest, sharp and sudden.“That wasn’t him,” I said out loud, firmer this time.It couldn’t be.Men like him don’t apologize. They don’t regret. They take, they leave, and they forget.And that’s why I did it.The memory flashed back—me dragging him out last night.