All Chapters of The Alpha's Secret Twins: Rise Of The Rejected Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Killian’s POV She smiled at me — that small, sharp, dangerous little smile that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. “Not a problem at all, Alpha.” I turned and walked out fast before I said something stupid. Claude was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with that annoying half-grin he’s had since we were kids. “That went well,” he said, falling into step beside me. “Don’t. Start.” “I’m just saying… she basically told Michelle you belong to her now. In front of people.” “She said I had work,” I growled. Claude laughed under his breath. “She said you weren’t available for dinner. Or breakfast. After spending the whole night with her. Come on, Killian. Even Michelle’s not dumb.” I stopped walking and glared at him. “It’s an all-night operation. She meant exactly what she said.” “Yeah? And the way she said it? The way she looked at Michelle like she was daring her to argue?” Claude shook his head. “That wasn’t professional. That was territorial.” I rubbed a ha

KILLIAN'S POVClaude beat us to the corridor.His hair was kind of smashed flat, shirt untucked, but his eyes were sharp...even though it was stupid early. He looked at my face first, then Candice, then back at me. "Who," he asked.I showed him the phone. The name sat there in black text, flagged in the monitor log...no way around it.Claude stared. His jaw got tight. "Brent," he muttered."Border captain," Candice said, already moving. "Eleven years. He served under the old Alpha." She shot me a look over her shoulder. "So he knows every patrol rotation back before the attacks, knows the timing, the gaps, the captain handovers." She kept walking. "He's been giving them a roadmap.""Where's his room?" I said."East wing, second floor," Claude said.We moved.Nobody else was out. It was just us, our footsteps, and the kind of charged silence you get when you're about to do something you can't undo. Claude stayed a little behind me. Candice grabbed the files off the desk and tucked them

CANDICE'S POV"Ms. Miller?" Knock, knock, knock — three sharp raps at the door. "Ms. Miller, breakfast is ready!"My face was practically glued to the desk. It took real effort to lift my head. The laptop screen glared at me, frozen exactly where I left it, access logs still open. A half empty mug of cold coffee had left a sticky ring on the wood. Somewhere between five and six I guess my body just gave up and shut down, right in the middle of a sentence. Not a clue when sleep actually hit me."Ms. Miller?" Another knock. Less patience now, still polite."I'm up," I managed, voice gravelly and rough."Breakfast is in fifteen minutes," the maid said through the door. "The Alpha expects all senior staff present."I straightened up, pressed both hands to my face, tried to rub the exhaustion out. My shoulders were stiff and heavy. The access logs glared at me. That three forty seven timestamp still wouldn't leave my head. And the fight from last night sat heavy in my chest, tight and raw.

CANDICE'S POV We walked into the command center and found it empty. I went straight to the main screen and pulled up the north border feed. Six people stood at the tree line, just watching. "Recon," I said. "They're waiting for us. Let’s not make the first move." Killian came over and stared at the screen with me. "They've been out there twenty minutes." "They'll wait. Don't send anyone out," I told him. He shot me a look, but I stayed focused on the screen. We moved on to the patrol logs, cross-checking them with the border feeds. Around two, the group at the tree line drifted off. Everything got quiet again. I pulled up attendance records, and, instead of sitting across from me like he always does, Killian dragged his chair next to mine. We sifted through council meeting logs. No talking. Just the work. By three, we'd pinned Rowan's movements to a twenty-minute window in the east wing corridor. "That's him," Killian said. "That's him," I repeated. We watched th

CANDICE'S POVHe didn’t even pause. His hands slid right under my skirt, grabbed my underwear, and dragged it down my legs in this rough, determined way. I lifted my hips for him without even thinking. The fabric hit the floor. His hand instantly pressed between my thighs, and what came out of my mouth was not exactly dignified.His fingers drifted over me, slow and sure. He traced every inch, parting, stroking, feeling how ready for him I already was. I grabbed the back of his neck, pressed my face into his shoulder, and abandoned any hope of staying quiet. He swiped two fingers through my already wet pussy, and the low, hungry sound he made against my skin rolled through my whole body.“You’re soaked,” he murmured, almost like he was surprised.“Don’t,” I managed, weakly.“Don’t what?” he said, but before I could figure out what I’d meant, his thumb hit my clit and any words I had just crumbled away.“Desk. Now,” he said, not asking.He scooped me up without effort, set me on the ed