Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 30

Felicia stood frozen in the hallway, her breath caught in her throat. She had just seen Lucien end the call, his expression unreadable, but the tension in the room was suffocating. Damien had declared war.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, panic creeping into her veins like ice. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

She stepped forward hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Lucien?”

Lucien didn’t turn to face her at first. He stood with his back to her, his shoulders tense, the glow of the fireplace casting eerie shadows across his broad frame. His fingers twitched at his sides, his jaw clenched so tightly she thought it might crack.

Felicia swallowed hard. She could barely comprehend it—Damien had started a war. Because of her? Because of the boys?

“Lucien,” she said again, firmer this time. “Tell me it’s not true. Tell me Damien hasn’t declared war.”

Lucien finally turned, his golden eyes sharp and unreadable. “It’s true.”

Felicia felt the air leave her lungs. “But… why?” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why would he do this? What is he thinking?”

Lucien scoffed, pouring himself a drink, the ice clinking loudly against the glass. “He’s thinking like a fool,” he muttered darkly. “He’s letting his anger control him. And now, he wants blood.”

Felicia’s stomach twisted painfully. This is because of me. This is because of the boys.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she stepped forward, her hands trembling as she grabbed Lucien’s arm. “Lucien, please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Don’t do this. Be the bigger person. Don’t go to war.”

Lucien stilled, his gaze dropping to where her small hands gripped his sleeve. For a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in his expression—hesitation, doubt, something human.

Then, just as quickly, it vanished.

He gently pulled his arm away and turned toward the large wooden table in the center of the room. He reached for his phone again, this time dialing a number without hesitation.

Felicia’s heart sank.

“Lucien, don’t—”

But it was too late.

The moment the call connected, Lucien’s voice was like steel. “Assemble the warriors. Prepare for battle.”

Felicia gasped. “Lucien, no!”

Lucien ignored her, his face carved from stone. His next words sent a chill down her spine.

“If Damien wants war, I’ll give him war.”

The finality in his tone shattered whatever hope she had left.

Felicia felt her knees go weak, but she refused to collapse. Her heart screamed at her to keep trying, to say something, anything to stop this madness, but she knew Lucien too well. He had made up his mind.

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the door.

Felicia stood there, helpless, watching the man who had once been her protector now march toward bloodshed.

The door slammed behind him.