All Chapters of Once Lost, Twice Found: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ann’s POVA few weeks had changed more than I expected.My stomach seemed to grow overnight. Dresses tightened around my middle, and the woman in the mirror was now undeniably pregnant, with three babies who treated my ribs, bladder, and every other organ as negotiable territory.One morning I stood before the mirror, hands beneath the heavy curve of my belly. “You three need to slow down.” A kick answered from the left, then another movement rolled beneath my skin. The first time I saw that happen, I panicked; Jack appeared within seconds, and Doctor Anderson had to reassure us both it was normal. Jack later pretended he had not been worried. Neither of us believed him.A knock sounded. Jack entered carrying a breakfast tray, and I immediately protested. He reminded me that yesterday’s half a piece of toast did not count as breakfast and set down fruit, eggs, bread, and something warm that smelled of cinnamon. He had learned not only what Anderson wanted me to eat, but what I liked:

Logan’s POVThe trouble with losing control was that most people did not notice until it was already too late.Reginald thought he was taking control back. That was almost funny.I stood at the far end of his office while he briefed three senior trackers I had worked with for years. He sent them down routes I had already searched, after names I had already questioned, and toward places I had carefully ensured would lead nowhere. But none of them answered to me now. That was the part I could not stop thinking about.“Eastern merchant roads first,” Reginald ordered. “Then the neutral settlements along the Blackwood side.”My attention sharpened. Blackwood. One of the trackers nodded. “We will expand farther north if nothing turns up.”“You will expand whether something turns up or not,” Reginald said coldly. “I want every route checked again.”The men lowered their heads. “Yes, Alpha.”For weeks, the search for Ann had belonged to me, and that was useful. I knew where every patrol was s

Jack’s POVI could have watched all four of them for hours, safe in the same room.Ann had finally stopped crying after sunset, though her eyes still filled whenever she looked down at the babies. I pretended not to notice because each time she cried, something inside me came dangerously close to breaking too.Our daughter. No, her daughter. I corrected the thought even though the distinction mattered more than I wanted it to.The little girl slept against Ann’s chest, wrapped in a pale blanket with one tiny fist beneath her chin. One boy rested in the bassinet while his brother stayed in my arms, his hand curled around my finger. I told myself he refused to let go, and I did not care that it was probably the other way around.Ann watched me with tired amusement. “You know you can put him down.”“He’s comfortable,” I said, looking at the tiny face against my chest.“He’s been asleep for twenty minutes.”“Exactly.”Ann smiled, exhausted but softer than I had ever seen her. My wolf had

Jack’s POVTristan stood across from me with both hands planted on the desk, staring at the declaration as if it were proof I had finally lost my mind. He didn’t look surprised or confused so much as convinced that I had gone completely insane, and for a long moment he said nothing at all while his eyes moved over the same lines again and again. I let him read it; the first time should have been enough, but I wanted him to see it clearly.“You’re serious,” he said at last.“Yes,” I answered. “I’m claiming them as my own, and they are going to be Adrian, Lucas and Isla Blackwood. The three children are accepted under my name and household.”“You’re insane, Jack,” he said, leaning over the desk. “Do you realize just how dangerous that can be?”“You

Jack’s POVThe pack gathered before sunset. Word had spread quickly. Three newborns could not stay hidden in the Alpha residence with Doctor Anderson’s nurses coming and going, and a celebration being prepared. I wanted every wolf in Blackwood to know the children were not a secret.If I wanted the pack to accept Adrian, Lucas and Isla as mine, I couldn’t hesitate. No one would mistake Ann and the babies for temporary guests, or believe the children mattered less because they were not mine by blood.Lights hung between the trees, and food covered the long tables. Music would follow after the announcement. The courtyard looked festive, but uncertainty ran beneath it. Everyone knew about the babies, but few knew what I intended to say.Tristan stood to my right, quieter than usual. Mara waking