Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins novel Chapter 56

56 Chapter 56 Late Wolf Rising

New York City became my sanctuary precisely because it was everything the packlands were not. Relentless, overwhelming, beautifully anonymous. The city’s indifference wrapped around me like armor. 1

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe steadily. The agony intensified, beginning in my lower spine before climbing upward and clamping around my skull like a vise. It felt like enormous pressure building inside me, threatening to explode outward through my flesh.

Every breath brought a symphony of scents through my enhanced nose.

Then ice-cold realization crashed over me despite the burning fever.

I followed instructions religiously. I rested completely. Nothing improved. If anything, my condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Years had passed since I emerged from those ancient woods and plunged into the chaos of human civilization. Years since I turned my back on Julian, abandoned the pack, and fled from a destiny that never felt like mine to claim.

My ears, repositioned higher on my skull and sharply pointed, detected distant sirens, appliance hums, and my own thundering heartbeat.

This was the worst part. My clothing disintegrated as my body expanded and morphed. The flesh across my back felt too small, too confining. Hundreds of tiny lacerations opened simultaneously as coarse fur erupted through every pore. “Appears to be a particularly aggressive virus,” the physician had declared with practiced disinterest. “Rest, hydration, and these prescriptions should help.”

Nearly a decade late, without warning, and violent enough to nearly destroy me, my wolf had finally emerged.

The wolf I never received. She’s coming now.

“What’s happening to me?” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “I’m dying! This is how I die!”

Like being skinned alive while having every bone systematically broken and reset.

I never shifted at eighteen, nineteen, twenty. I was the defective one. The broken

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disappointment. The packmate born without a wolf. That had been my deepest shame, the reason I always felt incomplete beside Julian. I’d grieved my missing wolf for years before finally accepting my half-human status.

And she was ripping herself free.

My skull felt like it was being reshaped by invisible, merciless forces. My nose and jaw thrust forward, elongating with audible snaps. The torture was so overwhelming that consciousness flickered, white explosions dancing behind my eyelids. I couldn’t think; only feel.

I’m twenty-seven years old.

The pain surged again, concentrating on every joint. My elbows dislocated with sickening wet pops, arms extending and drooping toward the floor.

My hands were swelling, fingers thickening and contracting. The skin across my knuckles stretched impossibly tight.

I writhed against the floor, biting back screams that would bring neighbors running. My spine arched violently as my tailbone extended, pressing against the wood and forcing my body into a four-legged position.

I stood in my small living room, surrounded by shredded human clothes.

My wolf.

This evening, I barely made it through my front door before genuine terror seized me. The pain had migrated beyond my muscles, settling deep in my bones like a living thing trying to claw its way out.

The truth struck like a physical blow. The quiet, peaceful existence I’d constructed for myself was finished.

Then the heat transformed into liquid fire.

No. This can’t be happening.

Slowly, cautiously, I rose onto four enormous paws. I felt massive, solid, utterly wild.

Then my skin began changing.

The final moments focused on my extremities. Fingernails darkened, thickened, became razor-sharp claws. The delicate bones in my feet snapped and reformed into massive pads, heels lifting high above the ground.

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Seraphina’s POV

The ache for Julian never faded. That truth remained constant and merciless. Mate bonds don’t simply sever cleanly; they stretch until they snap, leaving permanent wounds. But leaving had been necessary. I needed to discover who Seraphina could become without living in anyone’s shadow or buckling under the pressure of Luna responsibilities. Honestly, I preferred Seraphina the baker. Romance might never find me again, but contentment had. This existence was authentically mine.

It was primitive, nightmarish, and completely consuming.

Dark fur, rich as fertile earth, now covered me completely. The scent of storm clouds, musk, and copper filled the air.

Recently, however, my carefully constructed peace began unraveling.

I examined the thick pelt covering my transformed body. I was huge, intimidatingly so. My flanks were lean, my muscle definition extraordinary.

A tortured moan escaped my lips, echoing through the empty rooms. I reached desperately for my phone to call for help, but my hands had become useless, shaking far too violently to function.

Every muscle in my body screamed with agony. Not simple fatigue, but profound, penetrating pain, as if I’d run for miles before getting trampled by machinery.

I managed to secure the locks, abandon my bag, and collapse onto the sofa. Violent tremors made my teeth chatter uncontrollably.

A guttural growl tore from my throat, deep and primal, filled with raw suffering.

I’d exhausted every remedy. Multiple clinic visits resulted in antibiotics, then stronger anti-inflammatory medications.

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