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Malik sighs deeply, rubbing his face. “Where’s Rico?” he asks. I blink at him. “Not important.” “Joel—” “I said talk!” He nods, lips tight. Then finally— “I’ve re-examined her scans, Joel. What we thought was a single miscarriage… was not.” I freeze. “Her first pregnancy… was twins. The first miscarriage she suffered was the loss of one embryo. What happened just now was her body expelling the second. It’s called vanishing twin syndrome. Rare. But not impossible. Especially in her condition.”

Melanie looked hopefully at Professor Turner. "What is the good news?" "Of the twins, the underdeveloped one has stopped growing, while the remaining one remains vital." Professor Turner smiled. Melanie's eyelashes trembled a little. Her teardrop slid down her face. One of them was alive! "Perhaps this is the best outcome. The other one never developed well. Forcing yourself to keep it may not be the best for the other embryo," he added. Melanie nodded and wiped her tears away. "I understand. This is already a benevolent gift from God."

Them? I came to my senses and almost couldn't believe it. "Them? You mean more than ...." "Twins." Maureen's statement astounded me. It's not just one, but twins. Okay, genetically she's a twin too. It's just that .... God, are we ready to go through this? "Can we get an option from the doctor?" It was better than having to kill the form that had grown there. Ten weeks, meaning the babies in Maureen's womb were already solid and the option of aborting would be dangerous for her.

Page after page of it, going back to a date that predated Lily's birth certificate by several months, notes in that same patient, clinical hand that had tracked Ethan's genetic markers with the satisfaction of someone watching a long investment finally mature. Subject exhibits early convergence indicators consistent with dual-bloodline projection. Recommend continued monitoring through adolescence. Do not intervene directly. Allow natural development. The role cannot be forced. It must be arrived at. "The role," Ethan repeated. "What role?" Elena flipped forward, her jaw tightening with every page. "There's a section here about the Council. About succession. About what happens when a single

A week before my coming-of-age ceremony, Mom does something she rarely does. She asks me what I want as a gift. "The coming-of-age ceremony is a big deal for all werewolves. Your dad and I want to make it a special experience for you and Claire." My sister, Claire Ashford, and I are twins. But from the moment we were born, our parents have only had eyes for her. When we were four, I pointed at the lollipop Claire was holding and said, "I want one too!" Just like that, my parents refused to let me have dinner. They scolded me, "You took more than your share before you were even born, and you grew so much bigger than Claire. And now you want to take her candy, too? Absolutely not!" From

“I don’t know, baby. It’s been almost two decades of the loss. It’s useless discussing it.” I chewed on my tongue not thinking it is at all useless. When myself, Lena and her mum met up for brunch few days ago and she narrated her ordeal. Something nagged at the back of my head. The story seem to be missing some pieces. And it hurt more to see that Lady Amelia hasn’t exactly healed from the pain. A miscarriage is already too much, but two is far fetched. Even though the Alpha was not also in the best state of mind. That shouldn’t have stopped the child from being protected.

He asks as we walk naked through the trees. “I don’t know. I played football with the kid, then we had dinner and she started asking me about my family. When I mentioned I had a twin, she started acting all weird and then said it was time for me to leave,” I shrug. “Maybe knowing you are a twin puts her off,” Remy offers. “Why would being a twin put her off me?” “Lots of reasons. If she is looking for a life partner to settle down and have children with, then the chance of multiples in pregnancy is higher in a twin, and that might scare her. There’s also the worry she might mistake your brother for you one day and embarrass herself.”

She didn't face any consequences and had never regretted an action. Being her twin sister had always been torture, people who knew I was her twin back in high school often tried to hurt me to get back to her. She had never cared though, sometimes when she finds out I'm being bullied in her stead, she joins in on the fun as she calls it. But they should be places and times where even the most ruthless villains draw the line, like betraying a man like Alexander Hawkthorne. The more I thought about all I could likely face in the hands of this man, the weaker I got.

Our newly adopted cat stared at me from the couch like she paid rent here. Noah paused near the door guiltily. “...Maybe.” “Oh my God.” Emma burst into laughter. “That means no.” I pointed dramatically toward the kitchen. “Food. Cat. Now.” The twins ran in opposite directions while I struggled to put on my heels one-handed, this was exactly why people needed second parents Or clones or even personal assistants. Five minutes later, with the school bus driving off with twins I was sprinting toward the bus stop with my folder pressed tightly against my chest while cold morning air whipped through my dark hair.

“Just saying this... Not because I think it's a good idea, but just for the sake of saying it because you might consider it. If you don't want the baby, you could always decide to terminate. It is unwanted and unplanned. I'm not saying you should though... Don't get me wrong. I'm just concerned... And judging by what you have told me, I'm sure you haven't even told Damon yet... And you said things didn't really end well between you two. Here’s the name of a good clinic. They’ve been there for someone I know, maybe they can do the same for you. I’ll do all I can for you, Wendy, but this is your career and your choice to make.... ” Wendy stared blindly at the address Camille handed to her befo