Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 37

Tension hung in the air like a thick fog as Felicia, Damien, and the boys rushed back to the Silverstone Packhouse, their footsteps echoing through the silence. Felicia’s grip on Danny and Max’s hands was like a vice, her knuckles white and strained as she fought to keep her emotions in check. The memory of Danielle’s taunting words still lingered in her mind, the venom in her voice making Felicia’s heart race with anxiety.

“If you can’t be mine, you can’t be anyone else’s,” Danielle had sneered, her threat hanging over Felicia like the sword of Damocles. Since then, Felicia’s heart had been racing like a wild animal, refusing to slow down.

Damien walked beside her, his jaw clenched in a tight line, his shoulders stiff with suppressed rage. His piercing green eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of danger, his entire being coiled and ready to spring into action. He wasn’t just walking – he was hunting, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his prey.

The trees seemed to loom over them, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch them. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made Felicia jump, her nerves stretched taut like a bowstring. But Danielle was nowhere to be found, leaving behind only the ominous weight of her threats.

When they finally reached the Silverstone Packhouse, the large wooden doors creaked open, and Lucien was waiting, his dark eyes scanning them with a mixture of concern and curiosity. He took in the shaken expressions, the lingering fear in Felicia’s eyes, and the tension that vibrated through the air like a live wire.

“What happened?” Lucien asked, his voice sharp with concern, his tone like a gentle prod that urged them to spill out the truth.

Felicia couldn’t speak – the weight of the night was still crushing her, making it hard to breathe. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of fear and anxiety, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

It was Damien who stepped forward, his voice rough and gravelly, like he was forcing the words out of his throat. “Danielle,” he growled, the name like a bitter taste in his mouth.

Lucien’s expression didn’t change, but his dark eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the veil of mystery. “Who?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.