The Alpha's Hidden Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] I had to know what was really going on. Why was my mother involved with those people? What was her role in everything happening in Luna d'Argento? All I knew was that Noemi had been my mother's closest friend. They were always together, discussing pack affairs, and Noemi trusted Mom completely. Her judgment and advice were highly valued by the Mother Luna of Luna d'Argento. It was almost as if Mom was some kind of genius. I knew very little about what she actually did. I only remembered her constantly leaving on business trips with Noemi and other important members of the pack. Dad was the one who practically raised me. He used to tell me that Mom was an important figure in Luna d'Argento and that the pack needed her constantly, especially during council meetings. And whenever she returned home, she never allowed me inside her room. Especially during the times she and Dad argued after every so called business trip she attended. I turned page after p

[ALPHA LORENZO'S POINT OF VIEW] "You don't understand the situation, Alpha Lorenzo! I'm trying to help you!" A snarl tore from my throat. I grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the old library. His body crashed onto the dusty marble floor with a sickening thud. I paced around him like a predator stalking wounded prey. One wrong move. One. And I would tear his throat out. Riccardo Benedetto dragged himself upright and dropped to his knees. Desperate. Terrified. "These people, Lorenzo!" he shouted. "They want your wife and your children! If Chiara and the twins remain in Luna d'Argento, they won't hesitate to destroy the entire pack! They destroy everything in their path! Luna d'Argento is already on their list because of that woman!" "Chiara is my wife!" My roar shook the room. Murder flashed through my veins. "This isn't a negotiation, Benedetto." I pointed at him. "What you've done is disgusting. Spying on my family. Plotting against us. Watching my child

[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] After telling Lorenzo everything I had discovered about my mother, it was finally my turn to speak with Noemi and demand answers. I needed her to explain why she had hidden the truth from me all these years. Noemi and my mate's Beta, Leo, came to the house the morning after the attack. Lorenzo still hadn't returned from the Black Forest. The thought alone made my stomach twist with worry. I explained everything to them. Why Lorenzo had gone alone. Why he had insisted on searching for the herb himself. Why he was risking his life for something that could awaken the dormant power sleeping inside me. The power that came from my bloodline. The power of the Primordial Clan. The Mother Luna of Luna d'Argento sat silently on one of the sofas in our living room. Noemi hadn't spoken much since arriving. Leo kept glancing at her with concern. For a moment, I wondered if telling her everything had been a mistake. Despite the secrets she had kept from me, No

[ALPHA LORENZO'S Point of View] Twenty hours since I stepped inside the Black Forest, and eight hours after I fought and killed those bear-like beasts, the wounds made by that f*cking bear trap forged with silver still hadn't healed. To lessen the pressure on the wound, I decided to morph back into my human form. I noticed that the injury was bone-deep, and I had to take an hour of rest just to let some tissue regenerate around the femur. I had been walking half-naked around the forest after I tore my shirt and used it to cover the wound. Blood squelched and spurted every time I stepped on my injured leg, and I couldn't stop grimacing. The excruciating pain shot all the way up to my thigh, causing me to drag my foot as I searched for the herb. I had already checked every area near streams, ponds, and water sources, but no plant looked anything like the sketch Chiara had given me as a rough reference. Chiara and Nonna must have gone to that meeting already, and I felt bad that

[ALPHA LORENZO’S POINT OF VIEW] As much as I tried to conserve my strength, the poison in my wound kept draining me after a nonstop fight against the massive scar-faced werewolf in front of me. My body was already breaking down, but I refused to fall. “You are not going anywhere. You will die here, Alpha of Luna d’Argento!” he snarled, circling me like a beast that had already tasted victory. Despite the deep wounds from his men, the bear-like creatures, and that silver trap that had nearly torn me apart, I still forced myself to stand. I still forced myself to fight. I had carved him badly in return. A deep gash ran across his back, another ugly mark stretched across his face that would never heal cleanly. He was limping now, his left rib shattered, his right leg barely holding him up. Yet he was still standing. Still laughing. Still refusing to die. He was not normal. No ordinary warrior would survive wounds like this. Something about him was wrong, enhanced or drugged, or som