Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 71

Eva’s muscles ached, sweat dripped down her face, and the edge of exhaustion tugged at her every movement. She was alone, as she had been for hours, practicing with unwavering determination. Each strike with the sword, each block, was a way to drown out the thoughts that plagued her mind. The weight of the pack, the prophecy, the twins—it all felt like it was closing in on her, and this was the only escape she had.

She swung her blade in a fluid arc, the steel slicing through the air with precision, her body moving like a well-oiled machine. Eva was Alpha, and she had to stay sharp. There was no room for weakness, no room for hesitation. Yet, the weight of the past, of Max, was always there—looming in the corners of her thoughts.

The sound of footsteps on the dirt broke her concentration. Eva spun around, ready to defend herself, but the moment she saw him, she froze.

Max stood there, leaning casually against one of the nearby posts. His presence was impossible to ignore, like gravity itself. He was dressed in his usual dark clothes, his eyes glinting with something unreadable in the moonlight. Without saying a word, he tossed her a blade.

“Alpha,” he said with a smirk, “at least hold it right.”

Eva caught the blade with practiced ease, but she wasn’t amused. She narrowed her eyes, walking toward him with deliberate steps. “What do you want, Max?”

He pushed himself off the post and stepped closer, his eyes scanning her face. “I want to see you fight, Eva. I want to see you remember who you are.” His tone was softer than she expected, but there was an edge to it, something that made her heart race despite herself.

“I’m not your problem anymore,” Eva said, raising the blade and taking a defensive stance. “You don’t get to come back into my life, Max. Not now.”

Max chuckled, the sound low and dark, and took a step forward. “Is that what you think? That I’m just here because someone else wants you?”

Eva’s breath hitched, but she quickly regained her composure. “Isn’t it? You’ve been gone for so long. Where were you when I needed you?”

He didn’t answer right away, but instead closed the distance between them, his movements fluid and calculated. Before she knew it, he was standing right in front of her, the tension between them palpable.

“I didn’t leave you, Eva,” Max said, his voice low. “I just didn’t know how to stay. I didn’t know how to be what you needed. I didn’t know how to be the man you deserved.”

Eva’s heart skipped a beat, and she gripped the hilt of the blade tighter, trying to hold onto the anger that had kept her strong. “You think you can come back in and fix everything? You think you can just pick up where we left off?”

Max’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she saw something in them that she hadn’t seen in so long—regret, longing, and a deep, raw emotion that she couldn’t name.