The Alpha's Forgotten Mate And Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Late. Again.I scrambled around the apartment, yanking Kaila’s shoes on with one hand while searching for my keys with the other. Kieran watched me with those emerald eyes—the exact shade of his father’s.I snapped my eyes away before I could get pulled back into the past.I glanced at my babies and reminded myself ,I’m not that weak omega they once knew. I have something to protect, something to fight for, and something to keep living for.If I clocked in late one more time, Mrs. Walton had made it clear — no pay for three months. I didn’t have room to fail, not with two mouths besides mine to feed.The pack house was unusually busy — maids rushing through the halls with their arms full of trays, guards stationed rigidly at every entrance. I slowed down, glancing around.Something was wrong.The maids weren’t just hurrying — they looked nervous, whispering among themselves whenever they thought no one was listening. Even the guards, normally relaxed enough to trade jokes by the door,

"Really, why?”
“Because he’s so handsome and he told me a joke.”
I laughed it off — she’d told me she wanted the mail guy to be her daddy last month too.
It was the weekend already. Kaila sat on the floor at the foot of the couch, playing with her dolls, while I was sprawled across the couch when, without warning, my mind drifted back to the rumored Alpha.
I tried to push the thought away, but somehow, it kept circling back to him.
The Alpha.
 I let out a frustrated growl. “Why do I keep thinking about him?” I muttered. “I haven’t even met him.”
I had no reason to care. Especially after everything the maid had said about how dangerous he was.
So why couldn’t I get him out of my head?
 I was at Walton’s pack house when I heard it.
 The commotion.
 My hands stilled over the table I was cleaning. 
What had happened?
 I dropped the cloth and hurried toward the noise, pushing through the small crowd gathered around the yard, my heart already hammering before I even unders

The woman who greeted me at the door was nothing like I expected.She had warm eyes, a soft smile, and an aura that made the knot in my chest loosen a bit for the first time all day.“You must be here for the job,” she said.“Yes, ma’am.” I stuttered the words out, my hands clasped tightly together. “I heard you were looking for domestic staff, ma'am.”She gave me a gentle smile, as if she could somehow sense how nervous I was. Then she spoke.“What’s your name, dear?”“Elaria.”“Elaria.” She repeated my name softly, as if testing how it sounded on her tongue. “Well, Elaria, tell me. Do you have any experience managing a pack house?”“Y-yes, ma’am.” I nodded quickly. “I can cook, clean, manage a packhouse and I’m very hard-working. I have done it almost all my life,” I said, laughing nervously. She studied me for a moment, her eyes moving from my face to my feet and back again.My nervousness returned instantly.I shifted from one foot to the other, biting down on my lower lip. A