Hiding The Alpha King's Twins

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"What the hell are you talking about, Christian?"

Syrus’ voice cut sharply through the suffocating silence of the bedroom. Only he dared speak to the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack that way.

Only Syrus Stone could glare directly into Christian Wayne’s storm-dark eyes without lowering his head in submission.

Because Syrus was more than Christian’s Beta.

He was his oldest friend. His confidant. The only person alive who had seen the man beneath the monster.

For years, Syrus had listened to Christian rage about his wife. About Odette’s supposed betrayal. About the poison Christian believed lived inside every woman because of what his mother had done to his father.

But Syrus had never once believed Odette was unfaithful.

He had met her only a handful of times, yet that had been enough. The quiet Luna carried kindness in her scent and sorrow in her eyes. Nothing about her resembled the manipulative, gold-digging traitor Christian constantly accused her of being.

Still, Syrus understood where the hatred came from.

Christian’s wolf had been raised on blood, betrayal, and fear. The brutal death of his mother had twisted something inside him long ago, leaving scars even time couldn’t heal.

But Syrus never imagined Odette would finally break beneath the weight of it all.

"She left because she’s exactly what I always thought she was," Christian snarled bitterly. "A gold digger."

His wolf paced violently beneath his skin, restless and furious. "She wanted my money. Nothing else."

Syrus stared at him in disbelief. "Are you even listening to yourself?"

Christian’s jaw tightened dangerously.

Syrus strode toward the open closet and yanked one of the drawers wide open.

Jewelry glittered beneath the lights—rare diamonds, priceless heirlooms, necklaces and bracelets Christian had purchased from all over the world for his wife.

Enough wealth to buy entire cities.

Next to them sat untouched black cards with unlimited spending limits.

"If Odette cared about your money," Syrus said coldly, "why the hell would she leave all of this behind?"

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"She could’ve emptied your accounts and disappeared forever," Syrus continued harshly. "But she didn’t take a single thing."

His gaze sharpened. "Does that sound like a gold digger to you?"

Christian’s fists clenched at his sides.

"Then why did she leave?" he growled.

Syrus let out a frustrated breath before grabbing the remote and switching on the television.

Instantly, the viral footage from the party filled the screen––Carrie kissing Christian.

The reporters twisted the angle to make it appear as though Christian had kissed her willingly.

Headline after headline painted him as a cheating husband.

Syrus gestured bitterly toward the screen. "No woman with a heart could endure this forever."

Christian stared at the television, stunned. "But I never cheated on her."

"That’s not the point," Syrus snapped. He turned toward him fully now, anger flashing in his eyes. "You know the truth. I know the truth. But Odette didn’t."

The room fell deathly silent.

"All she saw," Syrus continued, "were years of tabloids showing her husband wrapped around other women while she sat hidden away like some dirty secret."

Christian’s wolf growled low inside him. Unfamiliar pain struck him like a lightning bolt.

Syrus shook his head in disbelief. "What did you expect from her? To smile quietly while the world humiliated her over and over again?"

Christian swallowed hard.

"That’s not..." His voice faltered. "She never cared about me."

Syrus stared at him for several long seconds before laughing bitterly. "You still don’t understand anything, do you?"

Christian looked up slowly.

"She left because she loved you."

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"If Odette only cared about your money," Syrus said quietly, "she would’ve stayed. She would’ve ignored the other women and lived comfortably beside you forever."

His expression softened slightly. "But she couldn’t bear sharing you. She might not have a wolf, but she did think of you as her only mate."

Christian’s breath caught.

"She loved you so much it destroyed her."

The room suddenly felt unbearably small.

And for the first time in years, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack felt something crack open inside his chest.

Memory after memory slammed into him viciously.

Odette waiting up for him late at night.

Odette silently preparing his meals exactly how he liked them.

Odette trembling beneath his cruel words while still looking at him with love in her eyes.

His mate.

His Luna.

And he had broken her with his own hands.

Christian slowly sank onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders heavy beneath the crushing weight of realization.

His wolf whined painfully inside him.

"What have you done...?"

The words came out hollow and broken.

Syrus’ anger faded at the sight of him. He stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Christian’s shoulder.

"What’s done is done," he said quietly. "Now focus on finding her."

Christian lifted his head, and fear darkened his expression.

Not fear for himself. But for Odette.

"You have enemies everywhere," Syrus continued grimly. "Rival packs. Hunters. Mafia families." His jaw tightened. "God help her if anyone discovers she’s your mate."

Christian stood abruptly.

"No."

The word came out as a growl. His Alpha aura exploded through the room, thick with possessive fury.

"Nothing will happen to her."

His eyes glowed faintly gold as his wolf surged violently beneath his skin.

"That’s why I kept her hidden," he admitted hoarsely. "I never brought her to official pack events. Never marked her publicly." His voice roughened with regret. "I wanted to keep her safe."

Syrus already knew the truth long before Christian admitted it. The feared Alpha King had loved his mate all along. He had simply been too broken and stubborn to recognize it.

Suddenly, the television broadcast changed. Breaking news flashed across the screen.

"A tragic plane crash has claimed the lives of all passengers aboard Flight—"

Syrus cursed softly under his breath.

"Another crash..." he muttered grimly.

Then Christian’s phone rang. It was one of his men.

He answered immediately. "Speak."

"Alpha," the man said quickly. "We found Luna Odette’s boarding records. She boarded a direct flight to France."

Christian froze. His blood turned to ice.

Slowly, mechanically, he turned toward the television. The flight number displayed on the screen matched exactly.

For a moment, the entire world went silent.

"No," Christian whispered.

His wolf howled violently inside his mind.

"No..."

"NO!"

The roar shook the walls. Raw agony ripped from his throat as something primal and broken shattered inside him.

"She can’t be dead!"

Syrus had never seen Christian like this. Not when his mother died. Not when his father was murdered during pack war. Not even during torture.

The Alpha who ruled through fear was crying.

Christian bolted from the room like a man possessed.

Syrus shifted instantly and chased after him through the mansion grounds, struggling to keep pace with the Alpha’s terrifying speed.

Christian barely looked human anymore. Grief had driven his wolf dangerously close to the surface.

By the time they reached the airport, tears streamed uncontrollably down Christian’s face. Every breath came ragged and uneven, like his soul was being torn apart from the inside.

People stopped to stare. Shock spread across the faces of his men.

Even Sylvia and David looked horrified.

No one had ever imagined Christian Wayne capable of loving anyone deeply enough to break him.

Yet here he was... Destroyed by the thought of losing his mate. Completely unaware that fate had spared her.

Hours earlier, while waiting at the Alexandria airport, Odette had been approached by an elderly couple.

The old woman had tears in her eyes as she explained desperately that their great-granddaughter had just been born in Paris. Their original flight had multiple layovers, and they feared they wouldn’t arrive in time.

But only one direct ticket remained available.

Odette, soft-hearted even after everything she had endured, agreed immediately to exchange her ticket with theirs.

She even helped them transfer the booking properly at the counter.

The elderly couple boarded the direct flight instead.

And Christian’s men, blinded by urgency, never checked the updated passenger records after the plane departed.

So while the world mourned the death of Odette Wayne... Christian’s mate was still alive.