All Chapters of Hiding the Alpha's Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Anna Noelle’s POV•••The sharp sting in my cheek hadn't even begun to fade when Wendy’s voice rang out, demanding lunch. I wiped the mixture of dirt and tears from my face, forcing my trembling legs to stand. Apparently, being beaten in the mud wasn't enough to excuse me from my duties. In this house, I was still expected to serve. It still baffled me how drastically everything had changed. When my father first introduced Helena and her daughters to me, they were the very picture of warmth and kindness. But the moment my father took his last breath, their gentle facades shattered, revealing the vicious strangers lurking underneath. I had walked straight into a trap, blinded by their deceit. Why do I feel like a prisoner in my own home?“Anna! Where is our food?!” Wendy’s shrill voice echoed from the dining room.Startled, I hurried to the cramped downstairs bathroom. I splashed cold water over my split lip and the throbbing bruises on my arms, hastily pulling my worn sleeves down

Lucian SIlvermoon’s POV***“Ohh, Lucian!” Delilah moaned, breathless against my lips as we kissed hungrily.I captured her audacious red lips with my own, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I punished her for disobeying my strict rule: never come to the pack house without telling me first.Yet here she was, waiting for me on the second floor like a dangerous temptation I couldn't simply ignore.My calloused hand wrapped firmly around her full breast, my fingers kneading and rolling her hardened nipple through the fabric. I watched the dark, intoxicating pleasure wash over her face, feeling a surge of dominant satisfaction.“Do you like that? Huh?” I growled against her mouth, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part in a silent plea for more.Feeling the unbearable tightness straining against the fabric of my trousers, I wasted no time. I spun her around, pressing her face firmly against the heavy wood of my bedroom door, and shoved her hips back so she let out a sharp gasp