Alpha's Lost Luna Returns With His Twins

Iris:

"Where the fuck are my children?" I screamed loudly, running around.

The way he casually strolled behind me was already a negative sign. He was far too comfortable. He stepped out of my room, and I spared him one glance before quickly trying to locate my children.

I ran through the entire second floor, but I could not find them. When I decided to move downstairs to the first floor and then the basement, I noticed the warriors step forward.

"What is it? Step out of my way," I demanded, but they shook their heads.

"I’m your lycan queen. Fucking get out of my way," I yelled.

As soon as I screamed that, my body felt numb. Something twisted inside me, and before I knew it, I was falling with a thud, my body hitting the ground.

I had no idea what happened, but I suddenly shut down. I knew for a fact that nothing had been injected into me, so my passing out could have been related to the stress I suddenly felt.

When I woke up, I was met with another shock. I was back in my room, lying in my bed, but the atmosphere was different.

As I started to wake fully, I looked around and noticed many fighters in my room, holding guns, as if ready to shoot me if I did not comply.

For a few seconds, I had to look around and gather my thoughts, trying to recall what had happened before I passed out.

Once it all came back to me, I panicked. I got up from the bed in haste and immediately felt my head grow heavy.

"I feel heavy. What the hell is wrong with me?" I complained, touching my temples.

"Where are my children?" I asked, lifting my eyes to look at the warriors.

They watched me with sad expressions on their faces. It did not seem like they were angry or ready to attack me. They looked conflicted.

"Where are my children?" I asked again, this time reaching toward one of the warriors and trying to make him look me in the eye.

He kept avoiding my gaze, lowering his head as much as he could. Even though he was holding a weapon, it seemed as if he had been forced into doing so.

"Can somebody answer me? Where the fuck are my children?" I screamed again, before my head snapped toward the door.

The moment I took a step toward it, one of the warriors moved to block my way.

"Get out of my way," I warned them, tears already filling my eyes.

"Please do not make it harder for us," one of the warriors spoke up, as the others remained silent.

"Make it harder for you?" I grunted at them. "I just want to know where my children are," I hissed, clenching my fists in front of them.

"If you want, we can ask your brother to come here and answer you. He was the one who made us stand here, and he also told us to inform him when you woke up," one of the warriors uttered softly, his expression suggesting he wished he were anywhere but here.

"Yeah, bring him here. Anyone who can answer my questions," I growled, nodding in agreement. If they had to bring the devil himself, then so be it.

The warrior stepped away, and I waited impatiently. A few minutes later, they returned, and this time my brother stood in front of me.

The moment he stepped inside, I froze. He was wearing a crown, the crown that showed he was the Lycan King now.

"My sister is awake," he announced, pretending as if nothing was wrong.

He stepped toward me with his arms raised, trying to hug me, but when I pulled away, he grunted and pouted.

"That is so rude," he remarked.

Every time he acted as if nothing was wrong, it made my anger grow.

"Wilson, where the hell are my children?" I asked, my jaw clenching.

Tears rushed to my eyes, tears of helplessness. Just a few days ago, I thought I had finally been free, but here I was again, suffering.

"I will be honest with you. I will not make things up. I will not make excuses. I will tell you straight what is going on."

Wilson grabbed a seat and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. I could tell he was much better than before.

The monster in him was gone. The pain was gone as well, but that did not mean he was fully in his right mind.

From the way he spoke to how they had cornered me, I could still believe the monster had left effects on his mind. He looked hungry for power.

"What is it that you want?" I asked, taking deep breaths.

"I want you to marry one of the lycans," he uttered, tapping his fingers against the wooden armrest.

"What does my life have to do with what you want?" I grunted, already knowing where this was going.

I knew what he would ask of me. This was the same thing my mother had done too.

"Well, once you settle down, you will no longer run around without thinking, falling in love with a werewolf," he told me. He clenched his jaw as he paused, then started cracking his knuckles.

"I am not in love with any werewolf, and I am not running around without thinking. Now tell me, where are my children?" I pressed, ignoring the topic of marriage.

"You did not ask me who your groom would be," he remarked, smirking.

"I know who it is. I know who you and Mother want for me," I snapped at him.

I watched him straighten his head before giving me a look that felt almost teasing, as if he appreciated that I was good at figuring things out.

"Well then, did you ask me where your groom is right now?" he questioned.

His words made me fall silent for a moment as I thought about it.