Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 52

Felicia sat on the edge of the couch, staring into the crackling fire, but no warmth could touch her.

Damien and the warriors had left hours ago, their howls echoing into the night as they searched for Danny and Max.

But Felicia couldn’t sit here doing nothing.

Her heart felt like it was being crushed, her mind torturing her with thoughts of what could be happening to her boys.

They needed her.

And she wouldn’t fail them.

“I’ll find them myself,” she whispered.

Without hesitation, she stood up, grabbed her rain boots, and pulled on a thick coat. Her hands shook slightly, but her determination was stronger than her fear.

She knew that every second that passed was another second her sons were in danger.

Slipping Away

Felicia crept down the stairs, her footsteps silent against the wooden floorboards.

She stepped outside, the cold air biting at her skin, but she didn’t care.

A guard stood at the entrance, his sharp eyes landing on her immediately.

“Luna Felicia, where are you going?”

She forced a calm expression, her voice even. “Just for some fresh air. I need to clear my head.”

The guard hesitated before nodding. “Please stay within the estate. We’re under high alert.”

Felicia offered a small forced smile before turning away, walking towards the garden.

As soon as she was out of sight, she broke into a run.

She didn’t know where Danielle had taken them—but her sons were wolves.

And wolves left a scent.

Following the Trail

Felicia inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, forcing herself to focus.

The scent of wet earth and pine filled her nose, the crisp night air making her senses sharper.

Then—

There.

A faint but undeniable scent.

Danny.

Max.

It was faint, barely lingering in the wind, but it was real.

Felicia’s heart hammered as she followed it, moving swiftly through the forest.

The scent grew stronger as she moved deeper into the woods, her boots squelching through the damp ground.

Then, she froze.

The scent trail led to the east—beyond the wolf territories.

Her chest tightened.

No.

She took another hesitant step forward, and suddenly she recognized the underlying scent woven into her sons’ trail.

Blood.

Vampires.

Felicia’s blood ran cold.

Danielle—was she…?

No.

That didn’t make sense.