Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 105

The fire crackled in the corner, but its warmth did little to ease the chill in Eva’s bones. She lay curled on the bed, one hand resting on her swollen belly. Her face was pale, lips pressed into a tight line, eyes closed as she tried to breathe through the pain.

A sudden sharp kick made her gasp.

Her fingers clutched the blanket as her belly shifted. One of the babies had kicked again—hard, like a tiny warrior fighting to get out. It was the same one who always moved, who seemed to demand attention, life, space.

But the other?

Still.

Motionless.

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, and she pressed her lips together to stop a sob. She waited, counted the seconds, hoping for a sign. Anything. But all she felt was silence in her womb. A terrifying, hollow stillness.

The door creaked open, and Max stepped in quietly. He carried a tray with warm soup, but when he saw the look on Eva’s face, he set it aside and rushed to her side.

“Is it the pain again?” he asked gently, sitting down beside her. His hand reached for hers, his eyes full of worry.

She nodded slowly. “One of them kicked,” she whispered, her voice barely there. “Hard. So strong. But the other… I haven’t felt him in hours.”

Max’s face tightened. He reached out and laid his hand over her belly. “They’re fighters,” he said softly. “Just like their mother.”

The healer, an older woman with kind eyes and steady hands, entered next. She didn’t wait for permission. She knelt beside the bed, her hands moving expertly over Eva’s stomach.

“Lie still, Luna,” the healer murmured. “Let me listen.”

Eva held her breath. The room went quiet. Even the fire seemed to hush. The healer’s hands trembled slightly as she pressed closer to the center of Eva’s belly. After a long moment, she sat back, her expression grim.

“What is it?” Max asked, voice sharp now.

Max shook his head, gently cupping her face. “You’re not losing anything, Eva. You’re transforming. You’ve been fighting since the day you took the crown. But this… this is a different kind of war. You don’t have to fight it alone.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, the pain still there, but dulled for now by his presence. “They’re so different,” she said softly. “One is all wolf—pure, fiery, fierce. The other… I don’t know. He’s quiet. Like he’s hiding. Watching.”

Max frowned. “He takes after his father.”

Eva’s eyes opened. She didn’t argue.

The thought of Sylvester’s child growing inside her made her stomach twist, not just from sickness but from guilt, from confusion. This child had never asked for his bloodline. He didn’t choose to be born of darkness. And still, she couldn’t shake the fear that he would destroy her from the inside.

“I don’t want to be afraid of him,” she said.

Max nodded. “Then don’t be. Fear is for those who have no love left. And you, Eva… you have more love than any leader I’ve ever known.”