All Chapters of Hooked Between the Alpha Twins: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alberto’s povI stared at her body curled up beside me, her dark brunette hair flowing on my chest as her peaceful breathing made her even more appealing than she was. Staring at her, I couldn’t believe I had tried to resist the urge to have her to myself, but then she looked so pale it made me worried and scared on her behalf.But now, she had amounted with even more energy and it made my groin rise in accordance with her warmth. I didn’t sit upright just yet, making minimal movements was my motive from the moment I opened my eyes, just so I could watch her.“How long are you going to stare?” she grumbled, curling up even further onto my body.“For as long as I can” I whispered back to her, making her face flush red “I don’t want to leave you” I planted kisses on her forehead whilst she traced my chest with her pretty fingers.“I don’t want you leaving my sight either” she sighed “But duty calls” she said with a low voice, she sounded sad “But I’ll be waiting for you” she forced a

Gonzalo’s PovI laid in wait for him, my hands clasped together in anticipation to meet the traitor I once called my own, he had sent a message that he would come to see me and now I awaited his arrival like a princess waiting for her betrothed.“Brother” he said loudly, opening the door without the courtesy to knock, I didn’t know why I hadn’t noticed the cockiness in his eyes before now.“Enzo, I bid you a good morning” I answered strictly, trying to force a smile on my lips but all I could get was a light grimace at him. “How are the affairs of the court?” I asked, watching his smile fiddle into the morning cold.“What do you mean?” He let out a subtle chuckle “I am not in charge of the court, you are, brother” he stated.The morning air in the room felt heavy, charged with the kind of stillness that precedes a thunderstorm. Enzo stood by the door, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the room as if checking for the assassin he had sent to finish me. He didn’t s

Gonzalo’s POVI paced the room, the scent of stale wine and iron still clinging to the floorboards. My chest felt tight, not from the physical battle I knew was coming, but from a sudden, sharp ache of memory. I looked at the dagger in my hand, then at the door where Enzo had just vanished.Apologize? The thought was alien, something I’d never think of, something not registered in my brain, sharp enough to cut. I had spent years sharpening my hatred for Alberto, nurturing it like a dying ember until it became a furnace. Yet, standing there in the silence, I remembered the days before the crown, before the politics, before the demon’s whispers. We were just brothers. Was it really too late to turn back?If I walked out there and told him the truth, I mused, my voice sounding hollow in the cavernous room, would he even listen? Or would he just see another lie? I have been a villain for so long that I have forgotten how to speak like a man.I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. My

Kaiser’s PovHow am I supposed to kill a helpless woman who might be at the verge of losing her child?“You want revenge?” Philip asked in a hushed tone, forcing the dagger into my palm as I sulked, shaking my head with disapproval. “I can’t!” I yelled as he threw his palm over my mouth, shushing me completely as I struggled.“Your dear parents would be rolling in their graves because you’re so weak” he spat, letting go of me after our scuffle.“I am not weak!” I snarled, taking the dagger to his face “I don’t just want the blood of an innocent woman on my hands, it was rumored that she almost lost her child trying to save the country…and she’s human like me”“But she is the woman of the man who killed your innocent parents.” He stated, his voice echoing in my head as he moved around me.“But she didn’t kill” “But she is his weakness. If you want to take revenge, you have to aim for where it hurts the most” he paused, pointing to his chest “The heart”And with that, I swallowed hard

Gonzalo’s POVThe theater of war is a messy, blood-soaked business, but the theater of survival? That is precision art.Alberto had played his part perfectly. When his blade pierced my side, the strike was calculated, a masterpiece of theater that looked like a fatal blow to any observer, but missed every vital organ by a hair’s breadth. I had slumped, the "corpse" of the traitor, left to be dragged away by my own confused guards while Alberto stormed out, shouting for my head.I was currently nothing more than a ghost in the shadows of the lower tunnels beneath the Jade Pavilion. My clothes were ruined, my skin was slick with a mixture of my own blood and the stage-paint grime of the fight,and my head was pounding with the rhythm of an impending migraine. I was a man who had lost everything:my crown, my brother’s trust, and, for the moment, my sanity.I limped through the damp darkness, aiming for the concealed hatch that led to the outer woods. I just needed to reach the cache I’d b