Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 116

Eva stood at the edge of the Crescent Pack’s grounds, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The air was still, the only sounds the distant howls of wolves and the occasional rustle of the wind in the trees. But the silence felt heavier tonight—oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

A note had arrived earlier, sealed with Vladymyr’s mark. The message was clear: Meet him alone, or face the consequences. And so here she was, standing at the designated spot in the forest, where the shadows seemed to stretch on forever.

Max, ever protective, had wanted to accompany her, but she had insisted that this was something she needed to face alone. She had never been one to bow to threats, and she wasn’t about to start now.

The ground beneath her feet shifted slightly, and from the shadows, Vladymyr emerged. His presence was unmistakable, the aura of ancient power that surrounded him sent a chill through her. He was tall, his features sharp, and his eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of amusement and malice. He was exactly how she remembered him—a reminder of a past she was determined to bury.

“You came alone,” Vladymyr said, his voice smooth, almost mocking.

Eva’s gaze remained unwavering, her jaw tight. “You wanted peace. I came to listen.”

Vladymyr chuckled darkly, taking a step closer. “Peace?” He let out a low, derisive laugh. “No. I’m offering something much more valuable. Immortality, for you and your legacy. The safety of your children—my children.” His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and entitlement. “All you need to do is give me what I want.”

Eva’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of her children. Silas, her vampire-blooded son. He was everything to her, and the thought of handing him over—of losing him—was more than she could bear. But she didn’t let her emotions show. Instead, she stood tall, staring him down.

“You think I’ll give him to you?” she said, her voice sharp. “You think that after everything you’ve done, I’ll hand my son over like some kind of… prize?”

Vladymyr’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “He is mine, Eva. He is of my blood, my legacy. It’s only right that he come back to me.”

Eva’s hand twitched at her side, but she remained still. “He is my son, Vladymyr. And you should’ve stayed banished, where you belonged. You never understood the bond between a mother and her children. You think they’re pawns. But my children aren’t pawns. They’re players.”

The words hung heavy in the air between them, an unspoken promise of everything she was willing to fight for. Her family. Her legacy. She wasn’t going to let him win.