Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 76
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Crescent Pack’s territory was colder than Eva remembered. Not in weather, but in energy. The tall trees swayed as if whispering secrets, and the once-familiar paths felt distant. She walked slowly through the pack grounds, ignoring the wary glances and whispers that followed her. The weight in her chest grew heavier with every step.
She spotted Max training near the old sparring ring, his shirt drenched in sweat as he threw punches into the air, pushing himself until his muscles trembled. He was furious at something. Or someone. Probably her.
“Max,” she called.
He didn’t look at her. Just grabbed a towel from the fence post and kept walking, his back stiff.
“Max!” she shouted this time, sharper.
He finally stopped, back still turned. “Go home, Eva.”
“No.”
She marched over and blocked his path. “You’ve been avoiding me for days.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Liar.”
He sighed and looked away, jaw clenched. “What do you want from me?”
“You told me not to trust Valen.” She stepped closer, heart pounding. “Is it really just because he was a hybrid, or is it something else?”
Max’s breath hitched, but he didn’t answer.
She reached out and grabbed his wrist, the place where their bond always flickered—like a spark caught in a storm. The familiar warmth flared to life under her touch, and for a moment, neither of them breathed.
“Tell me you don’t feel this,” Eva said, her voice trembling. “Tell me this isn’t real.”
Max didn’t pull away. His eyes searched hers with a pain that cut deeper than any wound. “Feeling it doesn’t mean I deserve it.”
Her grip on his wrist tightened. “Why not?”
He pulled his hand free gently, then ran it through his damp hair. “Because you deserve someone who doesn’t carry this much guilt. Someone who doesn’t screw things up every time they matter.”
“You think I’m some fragile thing that’ll break if you’re not perfect?” she asked, anger rising.
“It’s not about you breaking,” he said softly. “It’s about me. I’m the one who breaks things. People. Promises.”
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