All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lorenzo’s POV They couldn’t be mine. Could they? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasn’t complicated—six years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking… were they my kids? But then again, Chiara couldn’t have hidden something like this without slipping up. I knew her. If they were mine, wouldn’t she have stayed? The Chiara I knew would never let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. She had always been desperate to prove herself, to claw her way into my life, to have my love and attention. She wanted to matter to me, to the pack… and she would have done anything to get there. She would have used the kids to get to me. I scoffed, bitterness creeping in. If they were my kids, she wouldn’t have run. She would have paraded them in front of me, dangled them like a prize, something to make me fall for her. That was who she was back then—t

Lorenzo’s POV The phone rang three times before Liam picked up. “Alpha,” he uttered, already knowing better than to expect a casual conversation. “I need answers, Liam,” I said, pacing the length of my office. My mind felt like it was tearing itself apart with a tangle of suspicion, memories, and unanswered questions. “Have you found anything about the twins yet? Who their father is?” A pause. Too long. Each second frayed my nerves. “We’re digging, Alpha,” Liam replied finally. “Raffaele’s pack records are airtight. No mention of the twins anywhere in any formal capacity. It’s like they don’t exist on paper.” I slammed my hand on the desk, the sharp sound echoing through the room. “That’s not good enough. Search the hospitals in the area, Liam. I need every single piece of information about them.” Liam sighed on the other end. “I’ll see what more we can do, Alpha. But Raffaele’s pack is notoriously private. You know that.” My jaw tightened. I did not care how private Raffaele

Lorenzo’s POV “Tell me you found something.” I leaned back in my chair, tearing my attention away from the file spread across my desk as Matteo walked into my office. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of my estate, casting long shadows across the polished wood floor. Matteo cleared his throat. “I managed to track down some details about the twins.” My fingers tapped slowly against the desk while I waited. Matteo had an irritating habit of stretching bad news as if dragging it out would soften the blow. It never did. It only made the anticipation worse. “They’re currently under the care of a human nanny. That part is confirmed.” My jaw tightened slightly. “Her name is Caterina,” he continued. “But beyond that… nothing substantial. There’s no confirmed information about their mother.” A human nanny? That didn’t make sense. It didn’t match anything I knew about Chiara. She had many flaws, but recklessness was not one of them. She would never leave werewolf

Lorenzo's POV “Have you found her yet?” My mother’s voice cut through the silence of my study as she stepped in without warning, making me flinch. She moved with quiet elegance, the kind only years of power and control could build, then sat across from me, hands folded neatly on her lap. Since I lost my Luna, Chiara, she had been harder on me than anyone else, but beneath that steel was something else. Concern. She never pushed unless it mattered. “Yes,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face. “But she wants nothing to do with me anymore.” She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze pinning me in place in a way that reminded me too much of my father, Benedetto. “And why would that be, Lorenzo? Have you ever asked yourself why she would refuse to see you?” My jaw tightened. I did not need her to explain it. The truth already sat heavy in my chest, suffocating, punishing. “I made mistakes,” I admitted roughly. “I know that.” “Mistakes,” she repeated so

Lorenzo’s POV I shouldn’t have come. The thought slammed into me like a punch to the gut as I pressed my back against the cold stone wall just outside my mother’s sitting room. Her voice drifted through the half-open door, soft, warm, carrying a kind of peace I had not heard from her in years. And then there was Chiara. Her voice wasn’t sharp or guarded the way it had been every time we crossed paths recently. This one was different. Softer. Vulnerable. It slipped under my skin before I could stop it, pulling at memories I had no right to hold onto anymore. My fists clenched at my sides as I forced myself to stay still, even though every instinct screamed at me to walk in and face her. My wolf was restless, pacing inside my head, demanding I go to her, demanding I claim what was mine. But I couldn’t. Not like this. Not yet. “I’ve managed,” she said quietly, but there was strength in it. “The Pietra della Luna pack has been good to me. It’s peaceful there.” Peaceful. The word