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“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

Like I wasn't even in the room. "Good," Marcus said. "See to it that she gets the necessary vitamins." Once the doctor was finished, Marcus led me back toward the residential wing. He didn't say a word, and neither did I. My mind was racing, replaying the words I had read in the library. The anchor. The key to the soul-bond. If what the book said was true, the twins didn't just save me for a child. They saved me for the kind of child I could produce. They wanted to be the most powerful Alphas in history. They wanted to be kings. And I was the only way they could get there.

Quickly, she snatched it from the person and ran. Furtively, she tossed it to Thelma. Some guys ran after her thinking she was with the phone and some others ran after Thelma thinking she was the girl they were chasing. After running in circles, the twin appeared in front of them and asked, "Looking for this?" They tossed the phone to one of them and said "Never mess with us". "Twin?" a blonde young man appeared. His crystal blue eyes gleamed as he made his way to Thelma. He smirked at her and stretched his hand. "Hi, I'm Oscar and you are?"

Fuck. Of course that isn't what happened. The twins enemies did not fucking do this. They did. They got bored of me. They fell out of love with me. Or maybe they realized that they never loved me. They just wanted to fuck me. I was the shiny, new, never before used toy and they wanted someone to have fun and use and that is what I was for them. That shiny, new, never before used toy. That someone they could have fun with. I am such a fucking stupid idiot.

As the scents of ancient books and polished wood lingered in the air, the room seemed to hold the weight of our family's history. I stood near the magnificent marble fireplace, my gaze fixed on the guests who mingled amidst the grandeur. The sound of elegant music drifted through the room, intertwining with the soft murmur of conversations. In the midst of this symphony of sophistication, I felt an indescribable restlessness deep within me. My twin brother, Damien, appeared at my side, his piercing blue eyes mirroring my own. We were the epitome of our bloodline's beauty and grace, a striking contrast against the dark backdrop of our heritage. We shared an unspoken bond, an understanding tha

“There we are. Have a look.” I take a deep breath and turn to look. What’s there in the screen has tears filling and falling from my eyes. But not anything other than what I can descried as instant love. There two barely recognizable babies sit nestled together like they are hugging each other. I can see the shape of their heads, their bodies still not formed and blob like. I can see their little heart beats fluttering like hummingbirds where the chest will form. And in that minute, the one minute frozen in time, I know that I would do anything for these two lives growing inside of me. All my fear temporally forgotten. “It is twins and looks like they will be identical since they are in the

However, they would still be able to be on their own. The twins would, according to the legend, be able to do an extraordinary number of different things and be immune to things that would hurt any other wolf, like silver or poison made to harm wolves. The writer, at the end, heavily reminded the reader that it is a legend, an old tale, and something that has never been seen before. But then said that no twins had ever been born at the right age during an eclipse, when the powers would be formed. And that was all the book said. But out of them all, it actually said more than many of the other books had. And it made me think, maybe someone what it said was true. It had never been seen before

In the private library, where literature and love converged, the simplicity of storytelling became a bridge that connected hearts and nurtured the bonds of family. Ian next selected a picture book with vibrant illustrations. The story unfolded with a simplicity that resonated with the twins, capturing their attention with colorful characters and playful narratives. Ashley, watching the scene unfold, marveled at the symbiotic dance of parenthood. In this quiet corner of their home, where stories and love intermingled, the Hills family created a sanctuary—a place where the magic of childhood met the wisdom of literature. As the picture book reached its conclusion, Ian encouraged the twins to e

she laughed nervously, Shawn froze, staring at the mix of pink and blue confetti scattered across the floor, across Eva’s hair, across his own shoulders. Then the realization hit him like a lightning strike, “Twins,” His voice cracked with awe, “We are having twins!” He exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air, The room erupted in joyous shock, “Twins?!” Eleanor gasped, covering her mouth, Richard let out a rare laugh, “This is Incredible,” Daine squealed, clapping her hands together, “Oh my goodness, one boy and one girl!”

I closed my eyes. Even now I could see every word of that prophecy written in an old book with yellowed pages which I had read obsessively over and over again, as though by doing so I could change what was written in it. ‘Let the rich and peasant, the highborn and lowborn of the Mooncrest pack beware. Let them heed the signs and the portents for it is written; two children, twins, will be born. The one shall be full of light, laughter, and love, a leader who will bind and unify. Its dark twin shall seek to destroy, to kill, and ruin. Its powers and influence shall grow until Mooncrest is buried in dust and ashes.’