Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 98

The moon was high, bleeding silver across the treetops, casting long shadows over the forest floor. Everything was too quiet. No birds. No wind. Just silence.

Sylvester stood behind Eva, his breath cold against the back of her neck. She felt him before she saw him. Her skin prickled, heart racing as she turned to face him.

“Don’t come any closer,” she warned, voice trembling.

Sylvester’s expression was unreadable. There was no smirk this time, no arrogance. Just intensity. “You should have left with me at the lake.”

“I never would,” she snapped, stepping back. “You think I’d abandon my pack? My sister? My children?”

“I think,” he said softly, “you’re not strong enough to carry both light and darkness alone. But with me, you could be.”

He took another step, and Eva’s wolf screamed inside her to run. But she was frozen, torn between fear and fury.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

Sylvester’s eyes glowed a deep crimson. “You already carry my blood, Eva. Now, let me bind it.”

She spun around to shift, but he was faster. His hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. In one swift, brutal movement, his fangs sank into the soft skin of her shoulder.

Pain exploded through her.

She screamed—raw, broken, animalistic. The mark burned like fire, spreading down her spine, through her veins, turning every breath into agony. Her knees gave out, and she collapsed against him.

He held her for a moment, whispering something she couldn’t understand through the fog of pain.

Then he was gone.

Leaves stirred, the air shifted, and the world went dark.

Max found her minutes later.

He’d followed her scent, racing through the trees, his wolf snarling with fear. When he saw her lying in a patch of moonlight, motionless, something inside him shattered.

“Eva!” he cried, falling to his knees beside her.

Her face was pale. Her breathing shallow. And blood—her blood—soaked through her shirt near her shoulder.

“No, no, no…” Max pressed his hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, his voice trembling. “Stay with me. Please, stay with me.”

Her lashes fluttered. She let out a small, pained sound.

Then her eyes flew open and she screamed.

“Max!” she gasped, reaching for him blindly, her whole body shaking. “Max—he—he bit me.”

Max pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as she cried.

“He marked me,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He marked what wasn’t his.”

Max’s jaw clenched, rage building inside him until it threatened to explode. He looked at the wound again. It wasn’t just a bite. It pulsed with dark energy—an unnatural bond, something between a mate mark and a curse. It wasn’t love. It was control.