All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chiara’s POV The knock came just as I finished tucking Sofia into bed for her afternoon nap, smoothing the blanket over her small body as she curled into the pillow. The sound froze me in place, and instantly, my stomach dropped. I knew who it was. Lorenzo. I stayed there for a second longer than necessary, my hand resting on the edge of the bed as I watched Sofia’s breathing even out. Then I straightened slowly and walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last. When I reached it, I hesitated. My hand hovered over the doorknob as I tried to steady myself, but my thoughts were already spiraling. Last night wouldn’t leave me alone. The image of him at Ginevra’s house, the fact that he stayed there, lingered like something bitter on my tongue. It dragged me back to a past I had fought so hard to bury. I did not know what happened between them. I did not want to know. It was no longer my place to care… or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. But the thought h

Ginevra’s POV “How did everything fall apart like this?” I whispered under my breath, pacing restlessly across my bedroom. The sharp click of my heels against the polished floor echoed like a countdown, each step tightening the knot in my chest. My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent marks that burned, but the pain did nothing to steady me. No matter how many times I replayed the past few days in my mind, the ending refused to change. Lorenzo knew. He knew the truth. He knew he was the father of Chiara’s twins. And now… now he could not stay away from them. This was not how it was supposed to be. I dropped onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands as my breath came out uneven, each inhale too shallow, each exhale heavy with frustration. I had imagined this so differently. I thought Lorenzo would explode with anger. I thought he would storm into Chiara’s life and tear it apart for hiding something so big from him. I thought he would fina

Chiara’s POV The knock on the door came sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet in a way that made my chest tighten. At this hour, no one came visiting unless it meant trouble. I had just settled the twins back into bed after the storm rattled them awake. Luca had curled back into sleep almost instantly, his breathing soft and even, but Sofia had watched me with those wide, knowing eyes, as though she could sense something lingering in the air. I stayed with her a little longer, brushing her hair back gently before handing her the small wolf plush she refused to sleep without. I kissed her forehead, whispering reassurances I hoped were true, promising her that everything was fine, even though something deep in my gut told me it was not. When the knock came again, louder this time, I exhaled slowly and made my way to the door. I opened it, and my breath caught. “Lorenzo? What are you doing here?” He stood there like a man dragged straight out of a battlefield. His shirt was

Chiara’s POV “You’re trembling,” Lorenzo uttered. I inhaled deeply and balled my hands, trying to steady the slight shake in them, because I hadn’t even realized I was until he pointed it out. Lorenzo stepped closer, his eyes locked onto mine, heavy with something intense, something that burned through me like wildfire against the soft rhythm of rain pouring outside. “Don’t…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, weak, unsteady, like both a warning and a plea tangled into one. My mind was already in chaos, already overwhelmed by everything happening between us, and his presence only made it worse. I was already torn about what decision to make, already struggling to stay grounded, and yet my heart refused to cooperate, pounding harder with every second he stood there. “Don’t what?” he asked, taking another step closer, until the space between us felt nonexistent. I parted my lips to answer, but nothing came out. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t say my name the way

Chiara's POV "You're imagining things," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest as if it could shield me from my own lies. "It's not possible. I am past the age of awakening. If I did not have a wolf all this time, I am not going to suddenly get one now," I denied. Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed as he focused on me, and we both stepped out of the twins’ bedroom. "I know what I felt, Chiara. You—" "You are wrong," I interrupted immediately, my voice rising slightly, more defensive than I intended. My wolf stirred inside me. Stop this, she growled, impatient and firm. Tell him. He’s our mate. No. I shoved her presence away. As I noticed Lorenzo still trailing behind me, I spoke again. "You're reading too much into it. I am still the same wolfless Chiara you looked down on, remember? Nothing’s changed." Lorenzo’s steps faltered. I did not want to start a fight this morning, but his questions were dragging me back to the past, to the way he used to insult me, belittling me for not hav