All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Chiara’s Point of View) “Mommy!” “Please take us home!” Luca and Sofia were both crying when I rushed toward them, and confusion hit me instantly. I had only looked away for a few minutes while parking the car in the lot, yet somehow, in that short amount of time, my children had ended up terrified in the middle of the playground. My eyes immediately searched for Maddalena and Claudia, wondering where the hell they had gone while my twins were left standing there shaking and scared. Several mothers nearby shot me disgusted looks while dragging their own children away from mine like we carried some kind of disease. The hatred still shocked me sometimes. Apparently, proving myself before the council and earning my place in the Silver Crescent Pack still was not enough. To these people, I would always be the deserter who came back. Nothing more. Maddalena came running toward me then, completely pale and breathless. “I’m so sorry, Miss Chiara!” she cried. Sweat coated her f

[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] “Buongiorno, bella.” I woke with a smile already tugging at my lips when I saw Lorenzo standing beside the bed with a wooden breakfast tray in his hands. The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains behind him, wrapping his broad shoulders in a warm golden glow. When I glanced toward the antique clock hanging on the wall, I frowned softly. “It’s barely six in the morning,” I murmured, though the smile in my voice betrayed me completely. Truthfully, it had been the best sleep of my life. Not because the bed was soft or the room was warm, but because I had fallen asleep wrapped in the arms of the man I loved more than my own heartbeat. “Amore, I promised Luca and Sofia we’d take them on a picnic today, but they’re still asleep,” Lorenzo explained as he placed the tray carefully across my lap. “So I thought I’d spoil you first before chaos begins.” His mouth curved into that devastating grin of his. “I made pancakes. Well... Italian pancakes. Don’t lau

[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] It was freezing. Not the kind of cold that came from winter rain rolling through the hills of Toscana. This cold felt dead. Wet. Rotten. It crawled beneath my skin like worms burrowing into flesh. I couldn't move. For a second, I thought I was drowning because my body felt heavy and numb, as though dark water had swallowed me whole. But slowly, painfully, awareness returned, and I realized I wasn't underwater. I was trapped. The smell hit me first. Mold. Rust. Rotting flesh. The scent was so foul it burned my throat, making me cough violently as nausea twisted my stomach. My body trembled against something hard and metallic beneath me. An operating table. Cold steel pressed against my back while chains dug mercilessly into my wrists. Silver. The moment I realized it, panic surged through me. A broken whimper escaped my lips as I tried opening my eyes. Darkness swallowed the room whole, but my wolf adjusted quickly. Shadows sharpened into shapes.

[Alpha Lorenzo’s Point of View] “The twins are inside the Romano Manor with the Madre Luna, Alpha.” Leo’s voice was tight as he stepped back into the destroyed house. Enzo stood beside me near the kitchen island, both of us staring at the blood splattered across the floorboards while investigators moved around collecting samples. The entire villa smelled wrong. Blood. Magic. Fear. But not Chiara. Not even the faintest trace of her scent remained. Enzo dragged a hand through his dark hair and exhaled sharply. “My men searched the entire city. Even the underground districts near the old omega quarters in Napoli Vecchia. Nothing.” His jaw tightened. “No scent. No footprints. Nothing that belongs to Chiara.” One of the investigators approached nervously with papers trembling in his hands. “Alpha… the blood sample has been analyzed.” I snatched the report from him. My eyes scanned it once before rage exploded inside my chest. Pig blood. The blood all over Chiara’s house be

[ALPHA LORENZO'S POINT OF VIEW] Ginevra was hiding something. I was certain of it now. Leo had done an excellent job spying on Benedetto Moretti. It did not even take him an entire day to discover that the old bastard owned a secret apartment hidden in one of the forgotten districts of Luna d’Argento territory. Leo suspected Benedetto used the place for private meetings with the elders and the members of the council who constantly moved behind my back like rats in the dark. That was not surprising to me anymore. I already knew Benedetto kept a small circle around him among the elders. Men who quietly questioned my authority whenever I made decisions for the pack. At first, I did not care. None of them were powerful enough to threaten me directly. But after Chiara disappeared, everything changed. Now every shadow looked suspicious. Every lie felt poisonous. “Are you sure this is the place?” I asked Leo as we stepped out of an old Fiat parked near the curb. I intentionally