After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 13

Our wedding, Ryan and mine, took place in a grand medieval-style castle.

The castle was adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant flowers. The melodies of piano and violin echoed through the halls, enchanting every guest.

Amidst the admiring crowd, Ryan, dressed in a princely wedding suit, arrived on a majestic horse, followed by a Moonstone carriage.

Along the procession route, golden coins and colorful flowers were scattered everywhere, with attendants tossing additional celebratory gifts.

The crowd eagerly gathered the coins while shouting heartfelt blessings.

I walked beside Ryan, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, down the flower-covered path. My gaze passed over the smiling faces of our guests, filling my heart with warmth and shyness. Yet, beneath it all, a flicker of worry lingered—

Where were Axel and Oscar?

Had they given up, or were they plotting something to ruin our wedding?

With unease in my heart, I followed Ryan to stand before the priest. The vows of lifelong companionship filled the air.

“Don’t worry,” Ryan whispered, gently squeezing my hand. His warmth traveled to me, steadying my racing heartbeat.

As if reading my thoughts, he reassured me, “I’ve taken care of everything. Nothing will disrupt our wedding.”

Just then, the priest announced, “Now, the groom may kiss the bride!”

We exchanged rings, and Ryan leaned in to kiss me.

Through the layers of gown and suit, our hearts beat in unison, our breaths synced.

That night, in the grand estate, as the wedding festivities came to an end, Ryan and I cuddled close, savoring our first intimate moments as a married couple.

Suddenly, the sharp ring of the doorbell shattered the tranquility.

Ryan frowned, irritated by the interruption. He wrapped himself in a robe and went to answer the door.

As soon as he opened it, Oscar’s fist infused with Alpha power. came flying toward him.

Ryan dodged swiftly, catching Oscar’s hand in a firm grip.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ryan asked, his tone calm but firm.

Oscar looked disheveled, his face unkempt, with dark circles under his eyes and a stubbled chin—nothing like his usual composed self.

His voice was icy:

“Ryan, taking Sophie wasn’t enough? Why did you target Axel? He’s lying in a hospital bed now, unsure if he’ll ever walk again. You’ll pay for this!”

One year later.

My body felt numb, blood oozing from the wounds and pooling around me, the cold sensation spreading through every inch of my being. The pain was unbearable, each breath like a knife in my chest. But in that moment, I knew—everything was about to end.

I had thought I married a man who loved me, a man who promised to protect me, to stand by my side. But I was wrong. Ryan—the man I had once believed in—had turned into someone I no longer recognized. His gaze held no warmth, only coldness and disdain.

Linda’s voice echoed in my ears. “It was her, Sophia sent them.” Her words stung, the venom in them more painful than the physical torture. Ryan believed her. He always did.

I had tried to explain, tried to beg him to listen. I had pleaded, telling him about our child—the baby that was supposed to bring us hope—but it didn’t matter. Ryan’s face twisted with anger as he shoved me to the ground. His kicks landed with brutal force. “Linda would never lie,” he spat, his voice dripping with hatred. “You’re nothing but a liar, a whore.”

I fell to my knees, blood dripping from my mouth, my heart breaking into pieces. “Ryan... please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’m pregnant... This is your child... please, just listen...” But he didn’t. He kicked me in the stomach, his fury blinding him.

I begged for mercy, for him to remember the love we once shared, but none of it mattered.

And then, as darkness started to take over, I felt it—the cold grip of death. No more pain. No more tears. Just... silence.

But as I thought I was fading away completely, something shifted.

I felt a warmth surround me, like a soft glow embracing my soul. It was as if I was being lifted from the abyss, pulled out of the darkness.

A voice, soft but powerful, echoed in my mind. “You are not done yet, Sophie.”