Alpha's Twins Chapter 157

The entire drive passed in tense silence as we rolled through the gates of Crystal Blood Pack territory. I could see pack members celebrating in the streets—their head Alpha had just claimed two new packs, after all.

It took us several hours to finally pull up at the pack house.

When I stepped out of my car, I noticed a few other vehicles already parked out front. My kids were in one of them. Delta Julian climbed out and walked over the moment he spotted me.

"Alpha, I brought them here just like you asked."

I glanced toward the car, trying to peer inside. "Where have they been all this time?" I had to ask—I'd gotten back to the pack well past midnight, and dawn was already creeping up on us.

"They were staying at your company's apartment."

"Have they eaten anything?"

Julian shook his head. "No. I tried getting them to eat something, but both kids just keep asking to go back to their mom."

That hit me like a punch to the gut. I watched my officers pile out of their cars. Patrick came over and stood beside me.

"Get them out of the car," I ordered.

Theta Emon stepped forward and reached for the back door handle.

"Come on out, kids. Your dad's here," he said, putting on his sweetest voice.

"No way. We're not coming out."

Noah's defiant voice rang out clear as day. I rolled my eyes—of course he'd be stubborn about this.

I walked over to the car, and Emon stepped aside to give me room.

Bending down, I looked at my two kids. Aria was fast asleep, and Noah sat there clutching her hand like his life depended on it.

I reached out to pick up Aria, but Noah's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't touch her."

I stared him down. "She's not like you. You're being a disobedient little brat."

I looked at his small hand still gripping my wrist. "Try that again, and I'll teach you a lesson that'll make you remember exactly who your father is."

His grip loosened immediately. I scooped Aria up into my arms.

Standing up straight, I fixed Noah with a cold stare. "Get out of the car. Now."

My voice carried enough ice to make him flinch. He looked at Aria, then reluctantly climbed out.

I had to admit, the kid had guts. He was protective of his sister and clearly cared about her—I could respect that. But that didn't mean I was going to tolerate his attitude toward me.

My parents' jaws practically hit the floor when I walked into the pack house with Aria in my arms and Noah trailing behind me.

"Who are they?" Dad asked, looking completely stunned.

Mom let out a sharp gasp when I answered.

"They're my children."

At first, they couldn't wrap their heads around it. After I explained everything, Mom shook her head, fury building in her eyes.

"I can't believe this. She kept our grandchildren from us all this time! How could she do something like that?"