Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 99

Eva stood at the edge of the forest, wind tugging at her hair as moonlight lit up the silver streaks in the sky. Her pulse had changed. She could feel it. Her power was no longer just strength—it was shadow and fire combined. It surged beneath her skin, whispering like smoke.

And with that power came the visions.

The first came just before dawn, when she hadn’t slept for hours. She had been staring at the ceiling of her room, eyes wide open, when everything around her suddenly faded. The walls, the sounds, even the air. It was like falling into a dream she couldn’t wake from.

And then, Danielle was there.

She looked the same—tall, fierce, beautiful—but there was sadness in her eyes now, not the evil eyes she remembered when she was five and locked in a dungeon. A weariness that Eva had never seen before. Danielle’s long white cloak fluttered in the wind of that strange realm, and her voice echoed, sharp but heavy.

“Don’t repeat my mistake,” she said. “Don’t let love ruin you.”

Eva stood frozen in the middle of that dream, staring at the queen she had once admired, once feared. “What do you mean?” she asked quietly. “You chose love, didn’t you?”

Danielle’s eyes shimmered. “I chose it… and I let it blind me. I thought loving him would tame him. But some monsters don’t want to be tamed, Eva. They want to destroy. And they start with the ones who try to love them.”

Eva clutched her stomach instinctively. The twin babies inside her were quiet now, as if listening.

“He marked me,” Eva whispered. “And I feel it… the pull. The power. I’m changing.”

Danielle nodded. “Yes. But you have a choice I never did. You still have time to turn your power into purpose. Or you can lose everything like I did. Even yourself.”

Eva blinked, and the vision vanished. Just like that, the room was back. The silence returned, but the chill stayed on her skin.

That morning, she didn’t cry.

She dressed in her war leathers—the black and silver armor of the Silverstone Alpha Queen. She twisted her hair back from her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Not a broken woman. Not a girl lost between two men. A queen forged by fire and betrayal.

By the time she walked into the war council room, the table was already surrounded.

Max sat at the head, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Tiana stood next to Dany, arms crossed tightly. Warriors from both Silverstone and Crescent filled the space—faces tense, waiting for orders.