Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 36

Damien’s muscles coiled, his sharp green eyes burning with barely restrained fury as Danielle’s laughter echoed through the clearing. He turned his head slightly toward Felicia, his expression tense.

“Hold the boys,” he ordered, his voice low and deadly.

Felicia didn’t argue. She gripped Danny and Max’s hands tightly, pulling them behind her protectively. The boys were silent, their young faces full of confusion and fear.

Damien took a threatening step forward, his voice razor-sharp. “What the hell are you doing here, Danielle?”

Danielle let out another cold, eerie laugh, tilting her head as she looked at him with an almost mocking sadness.

“Why, Damien?” she whispered, her voice trembling but laced with deception. “Why couldn’t you love me the way you love her?”

Damien’s jaw tightened. “Because Felicia never lied to me.”

Danielle’s eyes darkened instantly, her lips curling into a snarl. “Oh, please!” she spat, her voice now dripping with venom. “If you weren’t so obsessed with digging around, you wouldn’t have found out! You would’ve still been mine, still been clueless, and everything would have been just fine!”

Damien growled, his fists clenched at his sides. “So you admit it?” His voice was dangerously quiet.

Danielle took a slow, taunting step forward. “Admit what, Damien?” she mocked. “That I did what I had to do to keep what was mine?”

Felicia watched from behind, her heart pounding. Something about Danielle’s tone—her confidence—sent a sickening chill down her spine.

Danny clutched at Felicia’s dress. “Mommy,” he whispered. “She’s scary.”

Felicia tightened her hold on them, her eyes never leaving Danielle. “Stay behind me.”

Danielle’s icy blue eyes flickered toward Felicia, pure hatred swirling in their depths. “You,” she sneered. “It’s your fault.”

Felicia stiffened. “What?”

Danielle’s nostrils flared as she jabbed a finger toward Felicia. “For five years, Damien and I were doing just fine. We had a life. A son. We were building a future. But then—” she let out a shaky breath, her voice breaking into a growl. “Then you had to show up again. Then he saw you at the festival, and suddenly, he didn’t want me anymore. He didn’t want our family. He just wanted you.”

Her expression twisted into something ugly, something beyond rage—pure, consuming obsession.

Damien’s expression darkened. “You were never my family, Danielle. You tricked me. You used me. And I’ll never forgive you for it.”

Danielle’s lips trembled, but then she smirked, the pain in her eyes flickering away, replaced by something sinister.