บททั้งหมดของ Violet's Alpha Twins: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 27

Violet stood at the threshold, her body trembling with each passing wave of pain that rippled through her. Pregnancy had taken an unexpected toll on her, throwing her off balance both physically and emotionally. Nausea clung to her like a persistent shadow, leaving her feeling drained and disoriented. Every step she took was a struggle against the heaviness that settled deep within her bones.The moon's gentle glow illuminated Violet's pale complexion, her brows furrowed with worry and exhaustion. Dark circles adorned the delicate skin beneath her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights spent wrestling with relentless discomfort. Relief seemed out of reach, and she yearned for a respite from the constant waves of pain threatening to overwhelm her.Mateo approached her, his eyes brimming with concern and unwavering support. He could sense her distress, her suffering etched upon her face. With tenderness, he reached out and took her hand, offering a lifeline in the midst of t

The forest surrounding their territory was dense, its trees towering and imposing. Archer and Mateo, in their wolf forms, bounded through the underbrush, their paws barely making a sound on the leaf-strewn ground. They ran tirelessly, circling the entire border of their territory with precision, eyes, and noses alert for any sign of intrusion.Their powerful limbs carried them over streams and rocky outcrops, under ancient arching trees, and through hidden clearings. But as the miles stretched on, they found... nothing. No footprints, broken twigs, and, most surprisingly, no scent marking a stranger's presence. This was especially perplexing because wolves had an acute sense of smell, one of their primary senses.Eventually, both brothers shifted back into their human forms, their brows furrowed in confusion. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as they exchanged baffled glances. "Did we miss something?" Mateo inquired, his voice a mix of frustration and concer

The room was awash in the warm, golden glow of the evening sun, casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. Archer was engrossed in a historical tome, sinking deeper into his leather armchair with each turn of the page. Across the room, Mateo was hunched over his drawing pad, his pencil gliding smoothly over the paper, capturing his imagination in sketch form. It was one of those precious, serene moments that make a house a home—each immersed in their own world but connected by an invisible thread of companionship and love. Then, as if someone flipped a switch, the energy of the room suddenly changed. "I think... I think they're moving!" Violet's voice broke through, tinged with a mixture of astonishment and delight. Both brothers were on their feet instantly, their reading and sketching abandoned like forgotten relics of a bygone era. They reached Violet in record time, eyes wide and hearts pounding. Violet took their hands and guided them to her belly, her skin stretched taut o