All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lorenzo’s POV “Why are you in Mamma’s bed?” The small voice cut straight through my sleep, dragging me out of it without mercy. My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw were two tiny figures standing beside the bed. Luca had his arms folded tightly across his chest, his expression full of suspicion and accusation, while Sofia stood close to him, her head tilted as she studied me with open curiosity. I blinked, trying to gather myself, trying to ignore the sharp glare Luca was throwing my way. The kid had warned me just hours ago, and somehow, I had still ended up exactly where he said I should not be. In his mother’s bed. “What are you two doing here?” I whispered, pushing myself up carefully so I would not wake Chiara. We had barely slept before dawn when we finally collapsed back into bed. She was still fast asleep beside me, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her face peaceful in a way that made something tighten in my chest. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagi

Chiara’s POV “I almost called Raffaele.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, heavy and raw in the quiet kitchen. Anita froze in the middle of wiping the counter, the cloth hanging loosely from her hand as she turned to stare at me. “You did what?” she asked, her voice edged with surprise and a trace of disapproval. “I didn’t,” I said quickly, dragging my hands over my face. “But I almost did. When I woke up and couldn’t find the kids or Lorenzo, I panicked. My first instinct was to call Raffaele for help.” The admission tasted bitter on my tongue. “I thought… I thought Lorenzo might have taken them. That he could just disappear with them, and there would be nothing I could do. Even after you told me they only went out for a walk, I couldn’t shake it. I kept thinking maybe he lied, maybe he tricked you too.” Anita set the cloth aside and leaned back against the counter, folding her arms. “Chiara,” she said carefully, “you really thought Lorenzo would just run off wi

Chiara's POV “You are seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, disbelief sharpening every word as it left my mouth. I had spent all that time getting ready, forcing myself into heels, smoothing down that red dress, convincing myself this night meant something, only for it to fall apart before it even began. He said he wanted to fix us, yet he could not even stay present for a single evening. Not unless we were behind closed doors, where things were easier, simpler, less complicated. Lorenzo sat rigidly across from me, his posture stiff, his gaze barely meeting mine as he reached for his drink and took a long swallow, like he could drown whatever tension sat heavy in his chest. “It’s pack business,” he said, his tone even, controlled, distant. It sounded like he was speaking to someone he owed nothing to, like I was just another obligation on his list. “An emergency. I need to handle it.” “That’s it?” I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing as frustration burned throug

Chiara’s POV Ginevra’s face would not leave my mind, the way she had looked at me before I walked away from the pack grounds. That smug smile still lingered, sharp and deliberate, with a group of wolves gathered around her like she was some kind of regina. It was not new. Ginevra had always known how to pull attention toward herself, always made sure I was the one left standing at the edges, watching. But today it sank deeper, lodged somewhere I could not ignore no matter how hard I tried. The way she tilted her head, that smile stretching just enough to feel like a challenge, made something twist in my stomach. She did not even need to speak. That was the worst part. She knew exactly how to get under my skin without lifting a finger. I let out a long breath as I sank further into the couch. My heels were still on, my bag tossed carelessly near the door, but I did not have the strength to fix any of it. My body felt drained, like I had nothing left to give, yet my mind refused to

Chiara’s POV “Mom, why does your face go red every time Alpha Lorenzo is around?” Sofia’s question hit me at the worst possible moment. I choked on my water, coughing hard as it went down the wrong way. She burst into laughter immediately, her giggles loud and uncontrollable, while Anita lifted a brow from across the table, watching me with a knowing look that only made the heat in my cheeks burn even hotter. I waved her off when she reached for a napkin, trying to compose myself, but it was useless. “I don’t…” I started, but the words died in my throat because even I knew denying it would only make things worse. Luca was already staring at me with his arms crossed, his expression far too serious for a six year old, while Sofia leaned forward like she had just discovered her favorite form of entertainment. “You do though,” Sofia said brightly, her grin wide. “It’s like you’re allergic to him or something. You always act weird.” “I do not act weird,” I muttered, stabbing into th