Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 119

Georgina’s footsteps echoed through the cold, damp stone corridor as she walked deeper into the heart of Vladymyr’s lair.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a constant reminder of the danger, of the choice she had made. Silas, cradled gently in her arms, was as quiet as a shadow, his wide, red eyes reflecting nothing but the eerie stillness of the night.

They had made it this far. They had crossed the threshold, the point of no return. The moment she had chosen her side—again, and not the one that had birthed her.

Ahead, a large door stood, dark wood framed with intricate silver carvings, a symbol of the vampire world that felt so foreign to Georgina now. She could hear his voice from within, low and commanding, vibrating in the air like a storm waiting to break.

With a deep breath, Georgina pushed the door open. The flickering glow of torches cast long shadows across the stone walls, and there, standing tall and imposing, was Vladymyr, the vampire king who had been pulling strings from the shadows for far too long.

“Georgina,” he greeted her, his voice smooth, like dark silk. He didn’t even look at her as he spoke. His focus was on Silas, his eyes alight with greed, his posture tense with anticipation.

“At last, the heir of both worlds.”

The words sent a shiver down Georgina’s spine, a bitter reminder of the weight she had placed on her child’s shoulders. Silas was a weapon, yes, but he was so much more. He was the key to a future she could never have imagined, a future she had been too blind to see until it was too late. She could feel the pull of that truth as she stood in the presence of the man who thought he had already won.

Vladymyr stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Silas. He reached out, his cold fingers brushing the baby’s cheek, an intimate gesture that made Georgina recoil. He was about to take what was hers. But not if she could stop it.

Georgina’s breath hitched in her throat, and her grip on Silas tightened as she stepped back, moving toward the edge of the chamber. She couldn’t let him have Silas. Not like this. Not for the reasons he thought.

Before she could say anything, Silas moved. His tiny body stirred in her arms, and then—without warning—he bared his tiny fangs. In the blink of an eye, the boy bit Vladymyr’s hand, a swift, precise strike. The vampire king howled in agony, the sharp pain ripping through his chest. Blood poured from the wound, a clean, perfect mark of a vampire’s bite, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Georgina stood there, watching, her breath caught in her throat. It was a strange, almost peaceful moment. She had expected resistance, maybe even an epic battle. But Silas—her son—had taken control. In that moment, it was clear to her that he was not the puppet Vladymyr had wanted. He was the one with the power. The one who would decide his fate.

Vladymyr’s hand shook with pain, and his red eyes burned with rage. He staggered back, clutching his bleeding wrist. “No!” he roared, his voice tinged with fury. “You— you will regret this!”