Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 46

Lucien’s hands trembled as he gripped the crumpled photograph, his knuckles turning white.

His breath was ragged, his golden eyes locked onto the image of Georgina—alive, shackled, and trapped in some dark dungeon.

Felicia knelt beside him, her chest tightening at the sight of Lucien so shaken. She had never seen him like this.

Never seen him this broken.

“Lucien,” she whispered, reaching out hesitantly.

His fingers tightened around the photograph, and when he finally spoke, his voice was raw, filled with disbelief and fury.

“One of the rogues had this.” His voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight.

Felicia’s breath hitched. “What?”

Lucien exhaled sharply, his shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath. “This was on one of them. That means someone wanted me to find it.”

Felicia swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. Danielle—or Daphne, whoever she was—was playing with them.

She was taunting Lucien.

Damien, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, his voice edged with suspicion. “And you’re sure this isn’t a trick?”

Lucien’s eyes snapped to him, filled with barely restrained rage.

“I don’t need you questioning me right now.” His voice was a dangerous growl.

Damien crossed his arms. “I’m not questioning you—I’m questioning this whole damn situation. If your sister really is behind this, then why would she let you find this photo?”

Lucien’s jaw tightened, and his gaze flickered back to the photograph.

“Because she wants me to come after them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Felicia’s stomach twisted painfully.

Lucien’s fingers trailed over the image of Georgina’s face, his eyes dark with memories. “I can’t believe she’s alive. I thought I lost her forever.”

Felicia could hear the pain in his voice. She had never known the full extent of Lucien’s grief—only that Georgina had vanished a few nights after Daphne was killed.

Now, everything was twisting into something darker, something crueler.

Lucien suddenly clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. “She was close to Daphne. They were like sisters.”

Felicia’s brows furrowed. “And now she’s her prisoner?”

Lucien swallowed, his throat working as if the words physically hurt to say. He turned the photo around, his gaze dark and unreadable.