Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 112

“They need names,” Eva whispered, her voice hoarse but clear. She reached for the stronger one, the one who had kicked with the force of a storm inside her womb. His eyes blinked open—golden, like hers. “Caelum,” she said. “It means sky. He’ll rise above it all.”

Max nodded, his throat tight. “And the other?”

Eva turned to the quiet twin. He looked nothing like the other—dark-haired, paler, and unnervingly calm. But she didn’t flinch. She touched his cheek gently. “Silas,” she said. “It means man of the woods… or sometimes, of the shadows. But he’s more than that. He’s my son.”

Before the moment could settle, a sharp knock echoed at the door.

Tiana entered, her face grim. “The Crescent Council is here. They’re demanding to see the twins.”

Max’s jaw clenched. “Already?”

“They’re not wasting time,” she said, crossing the room. “And I don’t like the way they’re talking. They want to take Silas. Say he needs to be ‘contained.’”

Eva sat up straighter despite the pain shooting through her body. “They’re not taking anyone.”

A few minutes later, the room was filled with the heavy presence of Crescent authority. Three council members entered, flanked by warriors in ceremonial armor. Elder Rhodes led the group, his face unreadable as his eyes scanned the room and landed on the twins.

“We come with urgent concerns,” Rhodes began, his tone respectful but firm. “Congratulations are in order, of course. But so is swift action.”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “Speak plainly.”

Rhodes didn’t hesitate. “The vampire-blooded child—Silas—represents a potential threat to the balance we’ve maintained. We request he be placed under Crescent protection. For containment. Observation.”

“Protection,” Eva repeated bitterly. “Is that what we’re calling cages now?”

Rhodes raised a brow. “You must understand. A child born with that much darkness in his blood—”

“He is my child,” Eva cut in. Her voice rose like a thunderclap, shaking even the warriors in the doorway. “You will not take him.”

One of the other council members, a woman with silver streaks in her dark hair, stepped forward. “Your personal feelings are understandable, but you carry a responsibility to all the packs. We’re asking you to trust us. This is not punishment. It’s precaution.”

Tiana rolled her eyes. “Oh, that’s comforting. Want to ‘precaution’ Caelum too? He nearly broke my wrist when he stretched during a nap.”

“You’re talking about a baby,” Eva said. “A newborn who hasn’t even seen sunlight. And you want to punish him for what might happen?”

“I understand perfectly,” Max cut him off. “I’ve spent my life protecting this pack, this council, this land. And now you come into my mate’s room, stand over her while she bleeds and recovers, and ask her to sacrifice one of her children?”