Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron) novel Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

There’s screaming and cursing as Jace drags the witch away. I’ll deal with that situation later.

For now, I’ve removed at least one threat.

Time to deal with the next one…

I stroke Mia’s head. “What do you think?” I whisper. “Ready to shift back now? We can run together later, I promise.”

Her head swings up and down once, and then she’s morphing back. My hand stays on her. I can’t stop touching her. Her skin is soft, so soft.

I want to hold her and kiss her and make love to her.

What we did in my dreams… it wasn’t nearly enough.

“All right,” my father says, and his voice echoes across the circle. “My son is awake! Our Alpha is alive! Let’s go back to the square and celebrate. It is Cameron’s rule that will determine what happens with…everything else.”

There are nods and murmurs of acceptance.

Someone drapes a robe over Mia’s shoulders. It’s Dr. Lee. “She isn’t fully recovered,” he says. And the implication in his tone is clear: neither am I.

Before the crowd can disperse there is a marked hush.

“Hello Mother!” It’s Aaron.

The boy walks toward us, and the entire circle stills.

“Aaron, no!” Mia cries. She’s scared and sad and wounded. She doesn’t want her son to see her like this.

“It’s okay, Momma.” The little boy smiles at her. “Jacelyn and I are safe. You’re safe now too.”

These are my children. I can hardly wrap my head around it.

The boy grins at me, his little smirk saying, ‘Come on, dad, get up to speed.’

I’m trying, son, I project to him.

He smiles so big, it’s clear he’s thrilled to have heard me.

I notice he has blond hair. Like mine. And green eyes. Also like mine.

I’m stunned.

And that little girl…my heart about doubles in size. She’s the spitting image of Mia.

The little boy puts his hand on mine. Conn rumbles with approval. The boy is strong and confident, an alpha by birth and blood.

I breathe deep, committing his scent to memory, looking forward to a time when I can get to know him more. I still cannot believe I have a son.

“Don’t send our pack away yet,” he tells me. “They need to know.”

“Know what,” I ask carefully.

“The truth,” he says simply. “Because if Auntie Morgan didn’t do what she did, then my sister would die.”

I’m confused but I let him speak. His sister, the little girl, Jacelyn, looks fine.

The boy, Aaron, continues, sounding much older than a child. “It is a cruel fate that kept us from you, Father. But had it not, then my sister would never have been born. And Merilee is meant to be on this earth.”

There is a collective gasp from my pack, at my son’s… revelation.

“Yes,” Jacelyn agrees as she comes to stand on my other side. I wrap my arm around her instinctively. “Everything has happened as it has needed to. So we can save Merilee. And we have to save her, daddy. Because she will do great things...”

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JACE

“What the hell, Morgan? All your talk about protecting my niece and nephew, when you’d already compromised all of our safety!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she argues.

I keep my hand on her arm as I march her back toward the packhouses. Michail keeps pace with us. He wasn’t tasked with the chore. He just has my back, a bit of added muscle should the situation call for it.

But if this witch were to summon the same magic she did in the circle, I’m pretty sure we’d be burnt to a crisp before we could even bring our wolves out.