Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 7

The night air was cold, biting against Felicia’s skin as she trudged toward the pack house described by Alpha Magnus.

Her legs ached, and her heart raced after narrowly escaping a group of rogues earlier. She clutched her bag tightly, her breath coming in short gasps.

Just when she thought she was safe, the sound of growls echoed through the forest. Her stomach dropped. They had found her.

“No, not again,” she muttered, breaking into a desperate run. The pack house lights glimmered faintly in the distance, her only beacon of hope.

The growls grew louder, closer, as her legs gave out beneath her. She hit the ground hard, her palms scraping against rocks and dirt. Felicia rolled onto her back, eyes wide as shadows emerged from the trees.

She shut her eyes tight, bracing for the end. The sharp sound of a blade slicing through the air made her flinch, followed by pained yelps and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground.

“Hey,” a deep voice said.

Felicia’s eyes snapped open. A tall man stood above her, his cutlass dripping with blood.

His presence was commanding, his dark eyes scanning her as though assessing whether she was a threat. She scrambled back, her instincts screaming that he could be one of them.

“What are you doing in our pack?” he asked, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Her mind raced. Our pack?

Relief flooded her as she realized he wasn’t a rogue. With trembling hands, she fumbled for the envelope Alpha Magnus had given her and extended it toward him.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking it from her.

“From… Alpha Magnus,” she managed to whisper.