All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EVELYNThe courtyard was deathly silent when Christian finally straightened, chest heaving, molten fury simmering behind his red eyes. For a heartbeat, he remained in that half‑shifted state—muscles still swollen, hair matted to his skin. Then, as if waking from a fevered dream, his form snapped back. His fur receded, claws and fangs withdrew, and the beast within him shrank until, standing before us, was Christian Blackwood once more, every inch the alpha, every inch terrifying.Lucien lay on the broken stone at Christian’s feet, clutching his scalp where Christian’s fingers dug in. Blood matted his hair, he winced, but dared not cry out. I felt Leo’s hand tighten on my arm, steadying us both. Tyler’s jaw clenched, lips peeling back in a silent snarl.Then, in one swift motion, Christian reached down and grabbed Lucien by the hair.I gasped.Lucien winced sharply, baring his teeth in a snarl, but even he couldn’t mask the pain flashing across his eyes. Christian, still half-covere

EvelynTyler turned to the room, his arms crossed. “The Darkhens aren’t just some distant northern pack. They’re bound by blood and bone. That oath—no matter how old—is sacred to them. Lucien will come back. And this time, he won’t come alone.”He looked directly at Christian. “There will be a war. And it’ll be because of us.”Christian smirked, shrugging off the warning like it was a minor inconvenience. "Let them come,” he said, his voice dark and sure. “I’ll be sure to rip their heads off one by one if that’s what it takes to protect my kids.”My kids.His words hit me like a punch. Even now, he still believed—still hoped. I wasn’t sure what terrified me more. The Darkhens’ vengeance or Christian’s ruthless devotion.Without another word, Christian turned and walked out, his boots thudding against the floor.Tyler watched him leave, then let out a sharp exhale before following. I could hear the low rumble of their voices echo down the hall as they disappeared into the corridor.T

Evelyn's POVThe tension in the room shifted the air, thick and suffocating. I was still reeling from Tyler’s sudden appearance when Christian stepped into the doorway behind him like a looming stormcloud. His presence changed everything.Christian’s eyes flicked between Tyler and me. He folded his arms, chest rising and falling in a slow, mocking rhythm. “What’s the occasion?” he asked, voice silky with sarcasm.Tyler swallowed, then squared his shoulders. “We need to talk about protecting the babies,” he said, keeping his tone calm but strained. “The only way to keep them safe is for Evelyn to disappear. Go somewhere no one can find you until we figure out a solution.”Christian almost chuckled but he held himself.Tyler turned to face him, his jaw already clenched. “This isn’t a joke, Christian.”“Oh, I’m not laughing,” Christian replied, smirking. “You seriously think we can just shove her into some cave and pretend this problem doesn’t exist?”Tyler’s hands balled into fists. “Yo

Evelyn’s POV Leo was... Leo.Steady, calm, like the eye of the storm in this chaotic mansion where tension crackled in the air like lightning waiting to strike. While Tyler raged and Alicia seethed, and Raya slithered in silence, Leo remained constant—an unshakable presence.I found him one evening in the garden behind the mansion, the moonlight casting silver threads over his chestnut hair as he tended to a cluster of night-blooming roses. His movements were slow, precise. Peaceful.“Hey,” I said softly, arms crossed under my belly as I leaned against the doorway.Leo looked up and smiled, the kind of smile that didn’t ask anything from me. “There you are. Was starting to think you'd forgotten how to walk.”I scoffed playfully. “Hard to walk when you're carrying twins and stress the size of a mountain.”He straightened and came over, brushing the dirt off his hands. “Come sit. You shouldn’t be standing too long.”I let him lead me to the garden bench. It was quiet, save for the rust

EvelynThe air was cold, too cold for spring. It didn’t touch my skin so much as it sank into my bones, a chill born not from the wind, but from the silence that followed the storm. My boots thudded softly against the stone floor as Lucien’s betas led us out, their movements as mechanical as the breath I forced into my lungs.Lucien didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His presence alone was command enough, tall, dark, and terrifying, leading us through the corridors like a shadow that couldn’t be outrun. His long coat rippled with every step, and the blood still splattered along its hem glistened under the torchlight.I walked in the middle, head down, but not out of submission. No, it was the weight of everything pressing on me like a mountain collapsing in slow motion. Every breath I took felt stolen.And then... I turned my head.Behind me, Tyler’s body lay crumpled on the marble tiles like a discarded memory. His once-raging presence was now reduced to stillness, no heaving chest, no