One Night with The Alpha's Twin 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

31Edward's POV“Evan is a damn bastard.”I pressed a hand to my chest. It still hurts. Not physically. The pain was deeper than that.The fight with Evan had ended days ago, yet the memory kept replaying in my head. The way he looked at me when he confessed. The way his jaw tightened. The way his voice did not waver when he spoke the truth.Viola was pregnant. And the father of that child was Evan.I remembered clearly how my blood had boiled. Our fists collided without mercy. Soldiers shouting. Two Alpha auras clashing, crushing against each other, neither willing to submit.I was furious because he had slept with Viola, my Luna. I was furious because he had destroyed everything and then walked away. And I was the one left to deal with the aftermath.I rejected Viola.The words had left my mouth like poison. Cold. Sharp. I had not even tried to soften them. Her face that day still haunted me.Her widened eyes. Her halted breath. The way her hand had instinctively shielded her stomac

Evan's POVIt has been three days since Reyhand and I set foot in Nightclaw pack territory. Three days that feel far longer than they should.Every morning I wake with a heavy chest, as if something inside me is pulling, forcing me to rise even though my body still carries the exhaustion of the journey. My sleep is never whole. Every time I drift off, Jacob jolts me awake just because he catches a faint trace that may not even be real.Jacob is never truly calm. He keeps pacing inside me, sniffing the air, catching subtle scents that even I struggle to distinguish.We patrol the borders, the small market that grows busy during the day, the livestock pens thick with the smell of hay and horse sweat, and the forest that surrounds Nightclaw like a natural wall. We pretend to be lost strangers, but my steps always lead back toward the heart of the territory. My instincts tell me the answer is there.I memorize everything. The damp scent of the soil, the way the wind shifts every afternoon

Chapter 35POV EvanThe moment the baby settled into my arms, the world seemed to narrow.The grand hall of Nightclaw was still packed. Torches mounted along the stone walls burned brightly, their flames swaying in the draft from the towering doors. Shadows stretched and shrank across the high ceiling, shifting with every movement of the crowd. Pack members stood close together in a tight circle around me. Some held their breath. Others whispered softly, trying to guess what was happening.But all of it slowly faded.The murmurs, the scrape of boots against stone, the faint clink of weapons brushing by accident, even the crackling fire began to sound distant. It felt as if I stood in a separate space, just me and the small child in my arms.All that remained was the warmth of his tiny body and the sudden instability of my own heartbeat.His name was Ethan.The name surfaced in my mind without introduction. No one told me. No one whispered it. It was simply there, as if it had been wai

Chapter 37Evan's POV Night in Nightclaw is never truly silent. Not an empty, lifeless silence, but one that feels alive. A silence that breathes. As if the castle’s stone walls, the ancient trees surrounding it, even the ground beneath my feet can hear every step and watch every breath I take.I lie on my back on the narrow bed in my small room near the eastern stables. The old wooden ceiling stretches above me, darkened by age. Thin cracks run across it, faintly illuminated by moonlight slipping through the small window at the side of the room.One arm covers my eyes.But my mind remains wide awake.The scent of dry hay, horse sweat, aged wood, and damp stone still clings to my clothes and skin. Usually, that smell calms me. It is part of my disguise. A reminder of my role as nothing more than a stable hand, a man without rank, without threat.But tonight, nothing feels calming.What unsettles me is not the smell. Not the sounds. Not the shifting shadows outside the window.It is t

Chapter 39Evan's POV I was still in my room when the voice entered my head without permission.“Evan.”The voice was heavy, deep, carrying authority without needing to rise. Alpha Aldric, my father, never changed. Even through telepathy, his presence felt as if he were standing right in front of me. As if Silvermoon Palace was still the center of the world, and every major decision had to pass through him.But beneath his voice, there was another presence. Softer. Finer. Laced with worry.Luna Elsa.My mother rarely spoke unless something was truly urgent. And they almost never called me together like this.That meant trouble.My hand paused at the button of my coat. The room suddenly felt smaller. The candle flame on the table flickered, its shadow dancing along the stone walls of my chamber in Nightclaw. I took a slow breath before reluctantly opening the mental link.“What is it?” I asked flatly.“Evan, listen to us,” my mother’s voice slipped in first. Warm, yet fragile. Too fra