Novel & Cerita They Crowned My Twin

The golden flecks in Kai’s eyes were more prominent as he watched me just as intently, his jaw clenched. Aredne stepped forward, lifting her arms as she addressed the crowd. “Under the Moon Goddess’s gaze, we now witness the completion of this sacred bond.” She turned to me, her voice lowering. “Are you ready, Vienna?” A deep breath. A single nod. Kai was the first to move, as the older of the twins. He stepped into my space before his fingers trailed up my arm, sending goosebumps in their wake. His palm cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over my lower lip.

Today marks a new chapter for all of us. And as the sun sets on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the gathering, I know in my heart that our pack's future is secure. *** The coronation ceremony was a blur of emotions and responsibilities. As the twins, Arnold and Ethan, were crowned as the new Alpha Kings of our pack, I stood by their side, feeling the weight of our responsibilities. The cheers of the kingdom echoed through the clearing where the ceremony took place, mingling with the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

“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.

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.

Only, the fact that I was being hunted seriously complicated things. When we arrived at the event, I walked in closely behind Leah and Zubby, who easily mixed into the loud, roaring crowd. I was afraid my outfit of an oversized blue polo over washed baggy jeans and a worn out sneaker would make me look like some weirdo, and well, it did.

She looked over Akael and Akasha before looking at the triplets and then exhaled. Serenia stepped forward and unveiled herself. The collective gasp could’ve shattered glass. And in that moment, I owned the room. Hailey's coronation was no longer the story. I was. Turtela snaps out of her reverie. "What on earth is happening, Mother?" Catalina interrupts while scoffing, "Meet your two siblings, the twins of doom – at least that's what I believe they should be called – and those three rugrats are the seed of your father, his Majesty King Ryan."

I don't know if my luck is with me today or tomorrow. I know the twins won't let me go this time. I will be their last option and they'll be mine. I felt excited by the prospect.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

Serenya touched his wrist, stopping him, though her own pulse thundered like war drums. “Speak plainly,” Serenya demanded, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. Eloria’s gaze burned. “Your bloodline isn’t the only one tied to this throne. The prophecy speaks of twins—not born of the same womb, but of the same fate. Two rulers destined to share the crown or shatter the kingdom apart.” Darian’s voice, low and conflicted, filled the silence. “The Twin Crowns.” The words reverberated in the hollow cathedral like a knell.

Peter’s hands were clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white. He watched them exchange vows. He watched the ring slide onto her finger. He watched the crown lower onto her head while the hall rose in a standing ovation. The caption at the bottom of the screen read: *Queen Caroline Crowned Beside King Tyrone in Historic Dual Ceremony* Something inside Peter’s chest gave way.