Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 77

Flashback: Fifteen years ago…

The moon cast a pale light over the ancient stone corridors of Vladymyr’s fortress. Danielle stumbled in, soaked from rain and half-mad with grief. Her once-proud shoulders were slumped, her dark hair tangled and wild. Her hand gripped her stomach as she fell to her knees before Vladymyr’s throne, sobbing. Her wolf was gone. Her heart shattered.

He didn’t move from his seat at first. He only stared down at her..

“I warned you,” he said finally, his voice as smooth as ice. “Wolves are cowards. Damien was the most coward of all.”

Danielle looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot and haunted. “It’s his,” she whispered through clenched teeth. Her fingers dug into her belly. “I told him… and he still walked away. He said it was a mistake. That I was a mistake.”

Something flickered in Vladymyr’s crimson eyes. Not sympathy—never that. Possession, perhaps. A twisted kind of triumph.

He stood, slowly descending the stairs of the throne, each step deliberate. When he reached her, he knelt and touched her cheek with a gentleness that didn’t belong to monsters.

“You came back to me,” he murmured.

“I had nowhere else to go.”

His hand dropped to her stomach. “Then this child,” he said, “will have everything you were denied. Power. Legacy. Rage.”

Danielle tensed. “He’s not a weapon.”

But Vladymyr only smiled. “Then he will be raised to destroy everything that rejected you.”

She closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek. Somewhere inside her, the last of her old self died.

Present Day – Silverstone Pack Borders

The sun had barely risen when the first scout saw it.

A lone vampire in a black cloak stood just beyond the wards. He said nothing, did nothing. Just placed something gently at the edge of Silverstone’s gate and vanished into mist before anyone could shift or attack.

By the time Eva arrived with Max, Tiana, and Dany, the crowd had already gathered, murmuring uneasily. A single black rose lay on the ground. Its petals shimmered like velvet, and its stem had been soaked in dried blood. Wrapped around it was a tiny scroll sealed in wax.

No one touched it.

Eva crouched down and stared at it. Her gut churned. Something about the rose felt… familiar. Not just in its appearance, but in its intent. It wasn’t just a message.

It was a signature.

“What is it?” Dany asked softly, standing just behind her.