All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chiara’s POV “One of the Alphas suggested the Alpine Bar down the street,” someone said as we stepped out of the Romano estate. A few others immediately rejected it, complaining about old fights and terrible grappa. After everything that happened in the conference hall, I did not expect the meeting to end like this. The rogue had died right in front of us. He had spoken about something coming. Something bigger. And yet, only minutes later, the Alphas were already planning drinks. Laughing. Teasing. Shaking off tension like it was nothing. Maybe that was how powerful men survived. They drank away fear. I was not in the mood. “Chiara!” Raffaele called, jogging toward me with a playful grin. “Come with us. We all need a distraction.” I folded my arms. “No. I think I have had enough excitement for one day.” He placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “You wound me.” I almost smiled. “I prefer to stay alert. Especially now.” He sighed. “Fine. But do not complain when you miss dr

Lorenzo’s POV Chiara had always been a mystery to me. But now? She was something else entirely. Six years ago, she vanished from Florence like smoke. And when she returned, she wasn’t the same timid girl who used to lower her eyes whenever I looked at her. She came back sharper. Stronger. Fiercer. And it unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about tonight felt wrong. Off-balance. The Chiara I remembered used to blush. Used to shrink back. Used to wait for my approval. This Chiara? She met my eyes without fear. Threw sharp words at me during our encounters. Held her ground like she didn’t care what I thought anymore. And that threw me completely. It wasn’t just her attitude. It was her presence. She walked into a room like she owned it — like she didn’t need anyone’s permission to exist. The way she carried herself now forced me to question things I had buried for years. For a long time, I convinced myself she had manipul

Luca's POV The house felt troppo quiet without Mamma. The kind of quiet that made my stomach feel weird, like when I ate too many Nutella cookies and Nonna caught me. Sofia was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with her “thinking face”—the one where her nose scrunched up like she’d smelled rotten mozzarella. “I can’t sleep,” I whispered, even though I didn’t need to. “I know,” Sofia said, rolling over to look at me. “Me neither. It’s because Mamma’s not here. She always kisses our foreheads before bed. It’s like… magic.” I nodded, hugging Lupo, my stuffed wolf, closer to my chest. “Maybe she’s out fighting bad guys again,” I said. “Or maybe she’s with him,” Sofia huffed, folding her arms. I knew who she meant. Raffaele—the big, grumbly Alpha who kept looking at Mamma like she was a slice of tiramisù. I kinda liked him. He felt like a dad should. “Let’s go find her,” I said suddenly, sitting up in bed like I had a genius idea. Sofia blinked. “How?” “We drive,” I

Luca’s POV The car was weird. It smelled like old leather and something spicy, like pepperoncino oil, that made my nose twitch. Sofia sat beside me, her legs too short to reach the floor. They swung back and forth while she stared out the window. I could tell she didn’t trust these guys any more than I did. The driver kept glancing at us through the mirror. He had dark hair and a thick beard that made him look kind of like the villains from those old cartoons Mamma Chiara never allowed us to watch. His friend in the passenger seat was older, with silver-white hair and a face that looked like it was always scrunched up from thinking too much. “So,” Beard Guy started, his voice a little too cheerful, like he was trying very hard to seem friendly to children. “What are your names, kids?” Sofia and I exchanged a look. Mamma always said never talk to strangers. Sofia gave him her best unimpressed face. “We’re not supposed to tell strangers our names.” I nodded, crossing my ar

Lorenzo’s POV “They are gone.” Benedetto stood in front of me, frustration written clearly across his face. “What the hell do you mean, gone?” I asked sharply, making both him and Enzo turn toward me. They had been explaining how they had picked up two kids on the road and brought them here to the hotel where the Summit was being held. “We found them near the western border,” Enzo said quickly, his tone defensive. “Two kids. Twins. They looked scared and hungry, so we brought them here to figure out who they belonged to.” “And?” I prompted, my patience already wearing thin. “They slipped away,” Benedetto admitted, his jaw tightening. “Smart little ones too. Gave us the slip before we could get any answers.” I folded my arms, irritation simmering beneath the surface. They had brought the children here, which meant those kids had become our responsibility the moment they entered our territory. And these men were members of my pack. The last thing I needed was rumors spreading d