Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 24

The next morning, the sun shone brightly over Silverstone Pack, its warmth chasing away the lingering chill of the night. The packhouse stood tall and regal, surrounded by vast open fields where young wolves trained, warriors patrolled, and children played. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, making it seem like a peaceful day.

But for Damien, there was no peace.

His boots crunched against the gravel as he stepped onto Lucien’s land, his sharp green eyes scanning the surroundings with burning intensity. He wasn’t here to cause trouble—yet. He had come for Felicia.

And for his sons.

As he neared the open courtyard, he stopped abruptly. His breath hitched.

There, in the middle of the grass, were Danny and Max.

They were playing, their laughter ringing through the air, kicking a small ball back and forth.

Damien’s chest tightened at the sight. It had been five years—five years—that he had lost with them. And yet, they were his. His blood. His sons.

The moment Max lifted his head and spotted him, the little boy’s face lit up. “Hey!” he yelled, dropping the ball and taking off toward him.

Danny turned next, his expression shifting from curiosity to delight. “Mister! I saw you at my uncle’s funeral.”

Damien barely had time to react before both boys collided into him, wrapping their small arms around his waist. He stumbled back slightly, stunned.

“What are you doing here?” Max asked, his big eyes shining up at him.

“I—” Damien hesitated, his emotions warring inside him. He had expected resistance, for them to be cautious around him after all this time. But this? They were welcoming him, without hesitation.

Danny grinned up at him. “Do you want to play football with us?”