The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 2

Natalie

The guards dragged me out into the freezing border, I was barefoot and trembling. My mother was dead, no one can help me now.

At the border of Moon Shadow Pack crying, Istill hoping my father would reconsider and come back for me.

Maybe the Moon Goddess still favors me. I heard the sound of an approaching car and I quickly stood up. I recognised that car, it belong to Yara, my twin sister, did my father send her to come get me?

She came out of the car and made her way over to me. “I'm sorry that this is happening to you Natalie, I'm here to help I have an apartment you can stay in.” She tells me but I'm wary of her help. Because she was very unfriendly to me when I just returned to the wolf pack.

“Why would you help me?” I ask her and she smirks.

“Anyway, you are my sister, and you're the only one who knew our mother, I would like to know more about her. So, do we have a deal?” She asks me.

“Yes we do.” I tell her, it's not like I had any other choice.

I followed Yara to her apartment. I am very grateful to have my twin sister by my side when I was down and out.

Yara and I looked exactly alike—it was like staring into a mirror.

Maybe it was that uncanny resemblance, or maybe the quiet bond between sisters, that made me trust her so deeply.

For nine months, she had often visited my apartment, bringing warm soup and soft laughter with her.

She would place her hand gently on my swollen belly and talk to the baby, smiling as she said that one day she would be the best aunt in the world.

And I, in return, would tell her stories about our mother—how she helped others as a healer, how her eyes softened whenever she looked at the patients.

Nine months later, the day finally came.The contractions hit harder than I expected, yet I wasn’t afraid.

Because Yara was there—holding my hand, whispering that everything would be fine.

And as I surrendered myself completely to her care, I believed, with all my heart, that I was safe.

A long time has passed. The sound of crying babies finally spread throughout the apartment.

I was so weak, I had lost a lot of blood but all I wanted was to hold my children. Yara had finished cleaning them up and had them swaddled up in a blanket, she held both children in her arms.

“Yara, please give them to me, I want to hold them.” But When I looked up at her, her smile wasn’t kind anymore—it was cruel.

“Poor Natalie,” she whispered, “You really thought I cared, didn’t you?”

Her laughter was soft at first, then cutting, echoing in the room.

“All this time, you believed I was your sister, your only family left who can help you. But I was only waiting—for this moment.”

I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, my body trembling from the strain.

“Yara… what did you say…?”

She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with cold amusement.

“I say I hate you!” She whispered. “I’ve hated you from the moment you came back.”

Her eyes gleamed like shards of ice.

“Your mother was rejected and she took you away. I should be the only daughter of Moon Shadow Pack. Yet father still bring you back home after your bitch mother died. He looked at you as if you were some miracle.”

I was dizzy, the stress of escaping from the fire and pushing out two babies was finally catching up to me.

I tried my best to keep my eyes, because I noticed someone is closing.

“Miss, are you ok?” Someone approached me and I immediately shifted back because I didn't know if he was working with Yara.

“I promise I'm just trying to help you, you're bleeding, you need to see a healer.” He tells me and I know that he's right.

“No healing house.” I tell him, because if I go to a healing house, Yara will know that I'm alive.

“I understand, there's somewhere I can take you.” He tells me.

The helpful stranger took me to a homeless rogue shelter, luckily they had a healer. And what surprises them most was I still carrying another two babies in my belly...

With the help of the healer, I gave birth to my anthor two babies. The healer helped check the baby and I’m really grateful.

I stayed there for a week and everyone was kind even helped me with the boys but I knew that I couldn't stay there forever, that couldn't be my life.

I couldn't stay there as long as Yara was still here, I couldn't afford running into her one day.

I heard from some of the people at the shelter that Boston was a good place for rogue wolves and that rogues weren't hunted down by the packs there and so that seemed to me like the best place to go.

So I packed my bags and with the last of my savings I bought a one way bus ticket to Boston.

I had no idea what I was going to do there but I had a good feeling about it.

"I swear I will return and I will take back everything……” I said firmly to myself.