All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lorenzo’s POV I stood there as she left. The urge to go after her nearly consumed me, but something stopped me—a bitter mix of shame and the stark realization that I had hurt her, pushed her away, and now, she did not want anything to do with me. I had no right to demand anything from her, not after all I had done. The frustration simmered just beneath my skin, fueled by both anger and regret. Regret for the years I had let slip by without finding her, and anger at myself for being the reason she had left in the first place. My chest felt tight as I turned back toward my mother’s villa in the hills of Tuscany. I had come here hoping for answers, for some clarity, and instead I was left with more questions and a gnawing sense of failure. “She’s not going to make this easy for you,” my mother said, appearing on the balcony with her arms crossed. That knowing look she always wore—the one that said she saw everything—was there. “Did you talk to her?” she asked. “She wouldn’t listen,

Chiara’s POV “Oh! I’m so sorry!” someone slammed into me, and I stumbled back, barely steadying myself as a stack of papers scattered across the floor. “It’s fine,” I said quickly, as the girl, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, knelt to gather the papers she had dropped, apologizing profusely. I smoothed my hands down the front of my blazer and gave her a small, polite smile before walking toward the conference hall. The massive oval table stretched across the center of the room, and around it sat Alphas and Betas from various packs engaged in low murmurs of conversation. I was the only woman in the room, and I could feel the subtle, indifferent glances of the other men as though I had no right to be there. Why her? Why would the Moonstone Pack send a woman? I ignored them, straightened my shoulders, and walked to an empty chair at the edge of the table. I refused to let them see my nerves, though the raw aura of power exuded by the Alphas in the room pressed down like suffocating

Chiara’s POV My body froze completely. “What about the twins?” Anita’s words tumbled out in a frantic rush, each one stabbing me like a cold blade. “Chiara, it’s the twins. Something’s happened.” My stomach dropped, the blood draining from my face. I gripped the phone tighter, knuckles whitening. “What happened?” I demanded. “I… I don’t know. They’re gone. You need to come now.” And just like that, the line went dead. My hands trembled as I turned slowly, panic rising so fast I felt like I might choke. I scrambled into my bag, searching desperately for my car keys, but they seemed lost forever. Lorenzo was watching me from across the table, concern etched into every line of his face, but I didn’t have time to meet his eyes. The twins… they were gone. “What is it?” he asked, voice tight with worry. I couldn’t speak. The only words looping in my head were Anita’s frantic, terrified voice. It couldn’t be. “Chiara,” Lorenzo said again, standing, trying to get my attention, but

Lorenzo’s POV “Alpha, they are at Ginevra’s house.” The words came through the phone from one of my men, and my grip tightened instantly as he continued, his voice sharp with urgency. “We saw two children being brought into her villa earlier tonight. We didn’t think much of it at first, but we took a closer look just now. It’s them, Alpha. The twins.” A slow breath left me, relief hitting first because Luca and Sofia were alive. Unharmed, at least from what I could tell. But that relief twisted quickly into something darker. Something dangerous. They were in Ginevra’s house. A place they had no business being. My territory was nowhere near Raffaele’s lands. There was no possible way two children could wander that far on their own in a few hours. She took them. The realization settled deep in my chest, heavy and burning. Ginevra had crossed a line she could never come back from. She had no right to go near those children, let alone take them from their home. That was not jus

Lorenzo’s POV “What does that even matter? I’m unlucky enough to be marrying Chiara as it is.” The words echoed in my mind now, sharper than the day I had spoken them at the altar. I could still see her face, the way the light in her eyes had shattered, the way her shoulders had dropped like something inside her had finally given up. Back then, I had either been too blind to notice or too selfish to care. I had been drowning in my own bitterness, too consumed by resentment to realize that I had been the one breaking her piece by piece. I ran through the woods, the cold night air cutting against my skin, but it did nothing to clear my head. The truth surged through me like a violent storm. Luca and Sofia were mine. Mine. The thought sent something fierce and possessive roaring through my chest, tangled with a sharp, suffocating guilt. Chiara had kept them from me. Hidden them for six years. Six years I would never get back. And yet, even as anger tried to rise, something else