Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 33

The battlefield was finally silent. The war that had raged between Crescent Moon Pack and Silverstone Pack was over.

Felicia stood at the center of the destroyed land, her body tense, her heart heavy. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, but there were no more sounds of clashing swords or wolves growling in fury. It was over.

The warriors from both packs stood on either side, waiting for her next words. Damien, his face hardened and furious, stood just a few feet away, his fists clenched. He had come here to expose Lucien, to prove he was behind the rogue attacks.

But he had failed.

Felicia raised her hand, silencing any remaining whispers among the wolves.

“This war is over,” she declared, her voice clear and strong. “We have fought long enough, and we have lost enough. This ends now.”

A murmur spread through the crowd, some relieved, others still on edge.

She then turned to Damien, her expression cold, unreadable.

“You need to leave.”

Damien’s jaw clenched. “Felicia—”

“You don’t have enough evidence to accuse Lucien of such monstrosity,” she said sharply, cutting him off. “You came here with nothing but your anger. And that’s not enough to justify war.”

Damien’s green eyes blazed with frustration. “I know he’s lying,” he hissed. “I know he’s the one who caused all this. Felicia, can’t you see—”

“No,” she snapped. “All I see is a man who is so desperate to control the past that he’s willing to destroy everything in his path.”

Damien flinched.

Felicia exhaled, forcing herself to remain calm. “I’m asking you to leave, Damien. If you don’t… I will force you to.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

For a moment, Damien didn’t move, his face unreadable, his emotions shifting between rage, pain, and disbelief.

Then, finally, he turned away. Without another word, Damien walked off the battlefield.

Felicia watched him go, her heart aching despite everything.

She wasn’t sure if she had done the right thing.

But it was done.

The moonlight bathed the balcony in a soft silver glow, the distant sounds of the packhouse calm and peaceful after the chaos of the day. Felicia sat across from Lucien, carefully cleaning the wounds on his arm, her hands gentle but precise.

Lucien sat still, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“You didn’t have to fight,” she murmured, dipping the cloth into warm water before pressing it against a particularly deep gash.

Lucien chuckled lightly, wincing slightly. “Wouldn’t be much of an Alpha if I hid behind my warriors, would I?”

Felicia shook her head, biting back a smile. “You’re reckless.”

“Maybe,” Lucien admitted. “But it paid off.”

Felicia sighed, finishing her work before leaning back. “You need rest.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

She hesitated, then finally spoke. “Do you think I should take him back?”

Lucien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched her carefully.

Finally, he said, “Do you want him back?”

Felicia’s stomach twisted.

Did she?

Damien had been her first love, the father of her children. There had been a time when she would have given anything to have him fight for her the way he was now.

But that time had passed.

“I just want the boys to meet their father,” she admitted. “They’re getting older… they keep asking about him.”

Lucien nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.

“That’s fair,” he said. “But be careful, Felicia. Just because a man wants to fix his mistakes doesn’t mean he’s changed.”

Felicia knew he was right.

Damien was still a storm waiting to break.

But the boys deserved the truth.

Even if it meant inviting chaos back into her life.