Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 114

It had only been a few days since Sylvester’s failed attempt to take Silas, and the tension still clung to the air like smoke. Every day, it felt like they were teetering on the edge of something, something huge, something dangerous. And now, with the prophecy beginning to unravel in ways no one could have predicted, Eva felt a sense of urgency she couldn’t shake.

She turned back to the twins, who were peacefully sleeping, their tiny faces serene. But there was a shift in the room, something dark and foreboding that made her heart race. She barely had time to register the change before she heard a faint crack, like a twig breaking underfoot.

Her breath hitched as she saw Caelum—her wolf-born son—begin to twitch, his tiny hands clenched into fists as his bones seemed to shift and crack. His face contorted in discomfort as his body seemed to stretch and grow before her eyes.

“No,” Eva whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. She could feel panic rising in her throat, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Caelum, baby, it’s too soon.”

But there was no stopping it. His body trembled as fur began to sprout from his skin, thick and dark, pushing through his baby-soft skin. It was a painful, messy process, the transformation unfolding too quickly, too violently. Eva’s heart broke at the sight, her instincts to protect him screaming at her to do something—anything—to ease his pain.

Max appeared at the door, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of his son’s transformation. He rushed forward, kneeling beside Caelum, his hands hovering above him, unsure of how to help. “Eva, what’s happening?” Max’s voice was strained, full of panic, but Eva’s steady gaze met his.

“He’s shifting. Too early.”

The sound of bone snapping filled the air, and Caelum let out a soft whimper. Eva’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes welling with tears. She pressed her hand to his head, feeling the warmth of his skin, wishing she could take away the pain.

Max gently took her hand in his, his own gaze flicking between Caelum and Eva. “We need to get him to the healer.”

But before they could act, a sudden, high-pitched giggle filled the room. Eva’s gaze snapped to Silas, her vampire-blooded son, who was sitting quietly in his crib, his small fingers playing with the blanket as his eyes glowed bright red.

“Max, look,” Eva whispered, her voice trembling.

Silas was staring at the flames in the fireplace, giggling as the fire danced in the hearth, its light reflecting in his blood-red eyes. His laughter, eerie and unsettling, sent a chill down Eva’s spine. The flicker of flames seemed to draw him in, like a moth to a flame, his tiny form entranced by the fire.

“Silas,” Max warned, his voice tense. “Get him away from the fire.”

Eva reached out to her vampire-blooded son, pulling him gently away from the dangerous warmth of the flames. Silas looked up at her, his giggles turning into an unsettling hiss. “Fire…” he whispered, the word somehow coated in a dark thrill. “It’s so pretty…”