Back with the Alpha’s Super Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Two pink lines.I stare at the plastic stick in my trembling hands, blinking rapidly to make sure I’m not hallucinating. I close my eyes, take a deep, shaky breath, and open them again.They are still there. Two solid, undeniable pink lines.“I’m pregnant,” I whisper to the empty bathroom, the words feeling foreign yet sweet on my tongue. A hand drifts down to rest over my flat stomach. “I’m going to be a mother.”For the first time in three years, a genuine smile stretches across my face. It feels like a crack of sunlight breaking through a heavy, gray storm.I have been the Luna of the Obsidian Pack for three years, but in title only. To the world, I am Evelyn, the lucky woman who married Alpha Kael, the most powerful wolf on the West Coast. To Kael, I am a contract obligation—a debt paid between grandfathers, a placeholder warming the seat until he finds something better.But this… this changes everything.Alphas cherish their heirs above all else. Kael is cold, yes. He is distant,

I have a plan.It’s a desperate, terrifying plan, but it’s the only one I have.I wait until Kael leaves for the Alpha’s office. I wait until I hear Elena’s high-pitched laughter fade down the hallway as she heads to the spa.Then, I move.I pull a duffel bag from the back of my closet—an old, nondescript gym bag that doesn’t scream “Luna.” I pack quickly, my hands shaking. I don’t take the silk dresses or the designer heels Kael bought for me. I take warm sweaters, leggings, thick socks. Practical things. Survival things.I go to the wall safe behind the painting in the guest room. I know the combination because I’m the one who set it. I take the cash—about five thousand dollars in emergency funds. It’s not much, not for a Luna, but it’s enough for a bus ticket and a cheap motel in a human town where the pack can’t find me.I can’t use my credit cards. Kael tracks them. I can’t use the pack cars. The GPS will give me away.I have to walk.I check the weather app on my phone. A storm

FIVE YEARS LATER “The offer is insulting, Mr. Sterling. And quite frankly, it’s boring.” I spin my leather chair around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office on the 40th floor. Below me, the city of New York looks like a circuit board of light and glass. It is a long way from the snowy forests of the West Coast. A long way from the girl who begged for scraps of affection. “Ms. St. Claire,” the man across the desk stammers. He is the CEO of a rival fragrance company, sweating in his Italian suit. “Fifty million is a generous buyout. Lumina Scents has only been on the market for three years. You’re… you’re new to this game.” I stand up. I am wearing a tailored white pantsuit—a stark contrast to the invisible girl who wore gray wool. My hair is cut into a sharp, asymmetrical bob, dyed a platinum blonde that shines like a weapon under the office lights. My heels click against the marble floor as I walk toward him. “I am not playing a game, Mr. Sterling,” I say, my voice