All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chiara’s POV “Do you even realize how much you affect me?” Lorenzo murmured, his breath warm against her skin as his lips returned to hers, deeper this time, hungrier in a way that made her thoughts scatter almost instantly. She barely had space to process anything, let alone respond. Every kiss, every touch, pulled her deeper into a haze that felt both maddening and addictive, as if her body had already decided something her mind was still fighting. His hands rested firmly on her waist, fingers tightening just enough to keep her anchored to him, as though letting go even slightly would mean losing her again. And the most dangerous part was that Chiara did not want him to let go. Yet beneath the heat of the moment, something restless began to rise inside her, a quiet chaos she could not ignore. Guilt pressed at the edges of her thoughts, followed closely by doubt that clawed its way through the warmth his presence created. Her twins. The word pulled her back sharply, and she pl

Chiara's POV A soft groan escaped from my lips. A faint ray of morning light made me blink several times as I realized the sun was already up. But the cold breeze slipping through the slightly open window made me want to stay in bed a little longer. Every inch of my body ached as I tried to turn to my side. A strong arm was tucked beneath my head as Lorenzo idly wrapped strands of my hair around his fingers, careful not to wake me. I wanted to smile, to let him know I was already awake, but I chose not to. I wanted to savor this version of him a little longer, the quiet, gentle side he rarely showed, especially as he traced the curve of my shoulder with the tip of his finger. Last night felt like a dream. The kind I had always wanted, but never dared to risk. Lorenzo had always been fire to me, warmth in the middle of a cold winter night, yet dangerous enough to burn me the moment I surrendered completely. And now, every second of it still lingered vividly in my mind. His breat

[Chiara’s Point of View] A frustrated sigh slipped from my lips as I leaned my shoulder against the wall, staring blankly through the glass window of the office. “Goddess, it is awful,” I murmured under my breath, my voice heavy with self-disappointment. Outside, the city of Moonstone’s Italian district looked alive as always. Streets filled with moving silhouettes, glowing lampposts flickering on as evening settled in, painting everything in soft gold and shadow. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was already six in the evening, yet I still had not managed to move from where I stood, trapped in my own thoughts. My mind was still tangled, replaying everything that had led me here, every decision that felt both right and unbearably wrong at the same time. If I had been honest with myself earlier, maybe I would not have hurt Raffaele so deeply after he discovered I had started seeing Lorenzo again. Maybe none of it would have broken the way it did. How was I supposed to explain

After the embarrassment and tension that had unfolded inside the Moonstone Pack office, I had not seen or heard anything from Raffaele again. It was as though he had deliberately pulled away from my orbit the moment I made my decision clear, and even though a part of me understood why he would do that, another part still felt the absence of him more sharply than I wanted to admit. To give him space and also steady myself, I requested a two-day leave from work, explaining that I needed time with my children after pushing myself relentlessly for an important assignment that had benefited the pack. Raffaele already knew how seriously I took my duties, and normally I would never need to justify my absence directly to him, but this time everything felt different, more fragile, more complicated in ways I could not fully name. It was not easy choosing Lorenzo without hurting Raffaele in the process, yet I kept reminding myself that there was no other path that made sense anymore. If I cont

Chiara’s Point of View “Let me go, Raffaele!” I snapped, my voice sharp and trembling with anger as my eyes widened in disbelief. The shock from what I had just seen still burned inside me, but it had already turned into something hotter, something more dangerous. “Let me go or I swear I will scream.” “Just promise me you will listen, Chiara,” he said quickly, his grip on my arm loosening slightly as desperation crept into his tone. “This matters. Please, just let me explain.” I shook my head immediately, refusing him before he could even finish. Every instinct in me screamed to walk away, to shut him out completely, yet the look in his eyes made something inside me hesitate. Reluctantly, I allowed him to release me, and we stood there on the grand staircase, tension stretching between us like a tight rope ready to snap. He remained a few steps above me, his gaze locked on mine, heavy with urgency, while I lifted my chin, refusing to show weakness even as my chest tightened painfu