Hiding The Alpha's Twins

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iding eye contact with anyone. Deep down, I yearned to meet King's eyes, for I believed he was the only one who would believe me, but they had kep

he Luna title. I was only but a mere rogue who was captured to come and serve as a slave, but I somehow became the Luna because King, my mate neede

now," Kristopher announced, as Sammy,

what had transpired last night. But when I managed to shift my gaze towards Sammy, she avoided my

e resolute. "The protocol is known to us all. Should she be found guilty, her Luna status shall be revoked, and she will face isolation from the p

om before. I had passed judgment on others here, imposed sentences, and exiled individuals from this room. Now, the tables had turned, and I found myself in the accused's position. The only

ed, striving to keep

knew I would never commit the crime they accused me o

you plead?" Kri

her eyes brimming with tears; and then at King. His jaw was clenched, and his expression was one of fury, as if he would have

ilty," I dec

T ALL

days

d no royal lineage; I was not an Alpha's daughter, and I didn't even belong to this pack. Fate had taken an unexpected turn when my mother and I fled our former pack,

to become King's mate if Regina hadn't given her approval. She believed that our union would strengthen King's wolf, and the pack desper

ting the pack house, but he assured me that there was nothing romantic between them. But I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and jealousy each time I saw them together, as I had fallen in love with K

torture of transforming into a perfect Luna. According to Luna Delores, King's mother, I was uncultured and needed refinement. I underwent training on combat skills befitting a Luna, I also learnt how to

dness. We grew closer with time, eventually becoming best friends. Sammy was spirited, often dubbing herself the black sheep of her family due to her love for parties and clubs. I had com

d the door, assuming it might be my mother or one of the servants. However, when I opened the door, there stood King. His presence caught me off guard, and

nstinctively retreating a st

ching out to tuck a stray st

ust claimed me as his. Since our mating, he had never touched me, nor had he visited my room. Yet here he stood. Thrilled by the sudd

ed into his arms, I drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. The next morning, I awoke to find King dressing to leave. When he realised, I was awake, he smiled and tende

onded with a shy nod, my heart sinking slightly at his impendin

, I am,"

s to attend to you," he sai

aptivated. King was six feet three of sheer perfection with dark, flowing hair cascading to his shoulders, adding to his allure. His eyes were rich coffee brown, which I had seen darken with lust and passion, almost turning jet b

Avery," he said

ing him exit with a mixture of admiratio