Chapter 0365

Another woman steps out onto the porch. She’s pregnant too, though not as far along as Evelyn and Seraphina, her belly still flat. “Oh, Lunas, Alphas. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She murmurs, already turning to leave.

“Stay, Willow.” Evelyn says warmly.

I grin. “Twins, huh? Is there something special in the water around here?”

The moment the words leave my mouth, five pairs of eyes lock onto me. Willow spins back around, her expression unreadable. “What did you just say, Luna?”

“You’re carrying twins.” I reply, then hesitate as the weight of their stares sinks in. “You… did know you were pregnant, right? I’m sorry if I—”

Willow’s gaze darts between Adrian and Evelyn before settling on me. Adrian’s eyes burn with intensity. “I only found out this morning. No one else knows except my mate.”

Heat floods my cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Twins?” Her voice cracks on the word.

I glance at the others, who are watching me like I’ve grown a second head. Lifting my chin, I inhale deeply. The scent is unmistakable.

“Two boys.” I confirm.

Willow’s hands fly to her mouth, her eyes shimmering. “I—I need to tell my mate.” She bolts inside before another word can be spoken.

“When is Oberon returning?” Seraphina asks.

“In two weeks.” Evelyn answers.

Adrian’s voice is thoughtful. “You’ll need to visit again when he’s back. He’ll want to document this ability. It might be unprecedented.” His gaze bores into me. “First the hunter count, now this? The Fae King will have questions.”

“I’ll have him bring the chronicles of Aurora’s Guardian lineage too.” Evelyn adds. “My father valued those records.”

The mention triggers a flood of fragmented memories. “I remember now.” I murmur, nodding. “The chronicles—it just came back to me.”

The door swings open. Victor emerges with another Alpha trailing behind. I rise to greet them, but Adrian beats me to it. “Isolde, this is my father, Alpha Alistair. Father, meet Isolde Blackwood, Victor’s mate.”

“A pleasure.” I say, moving to sit—only for Victor to yank me onto his lap instead.

“Victor!” I hiss, mortified by the public display.

He merely smirks. “Seems to be the trend today.” His lips brush the corner of my mouth.

Sebastian chuckles. “If he’s anything like these two, you’ll forget what chairs feel like.”

Before dinner, Sebastian leans forward. “Since your pack will be official soon—have you thought about entering Luna’s Challenge this year?”

Luna’s Challenge. The werewolf world’s Olympics. Held every four years to rank pack strength and track populations. Each continent hosts its own due to the sheer number of participating packs—hundreds, just in this region alone. I’d attended once at ten with my father, cheering our pack on. Missed the next at fourteen, for obvious reasons. And now, here it was again.

I study Victor’s face for his reaction. He meets my gaze. “We’ll discuss it. When’s the event?”

“Three months from now.” Adrian says. “I can provide details, but your participation would legitimize your pack’s status.”

Victor’s fingers tighten around my waist. “We’ve got a lot to decide. This goes on the list.”