Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins

Penelope’s POV

The roar of celebration filled the great hall, but the sound felt muffled, distant, as if I were drowning. Seraphina had just claimed her birthright as Alpha of the Nebula Fang. My hands trembled against the wooden armrest of my chair, fingers digging deep enough to leave marks.

Then I saw him.

Nolan stood at the crowd’s edge, unchanged after all these years, infuriatingly perfect. Six years had passed since his banishment from the Zenith Fang. Six years without a single word from the man who once promised me forever.

The sight of him hit like a punch to the chest. My wolf, dormant for so long I’d forgotten what her voice sounded like, suddenly exploded back to life. Her desperate howl echoed through my mind, a sound of pure anguish mixed with devastating relief. Mate. Our mate is here.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I had to get away before he noticed me crumbling.

Without explanation to anyone, I fought through the celebrating crowd, my legs moving on pure instinct. The Fang House corridors blurred past until I found myself in an forgotten wing, stumbling into a tiny, neglected bathroom at the hallway’s end.

The door’s flimsy lock clicked pathetically as I secured it. I collapsed onto the frigid tile, wrapping my arms around my knees, trying to contain the storm raging inside me. My chest felt crushed, unable to hold the fury and heartbreak coursing through my veins.

Here I was, hiding on a filthy floor, falling apart over a man who couldn’t be bothered to send one letter in six years.

A tremendous crash shattered the silence.

I looked up as the bathroom door exploded inward, cheap wood splintering across the small space. Nolan filled the doorway, dust swirling around his imposing frame. He looked exactly as I remembered, powerful and devastatingly handsome, those dark eyes that haunted my dreams finding mine instantly.

The possessive hunger in his gaze, the same desperate love I remembered, tore through me like a blade.

He closed the distance before I could react, hauling me up from the floor and crushing me against his chest. His arms locked around me with familiar strength that made my traitorous body remember what home felt like.

I’d imagined this moment countless times over the years. In my fantasies, I was stronger, colder. I would reject him with dignity. Instead, pressed against the only man who ever made me feel complete, breathing in his intoxicating scent, I shattered completely.

A broken sob escaped my throat, followed by tears I’d held back for years. I cried for the dream of us that died. I cried because he felt so real, so warm. And I cried because everything we’d had was built on lies.

"Let me go," I whispered through my tears.

His hold only intensified. "Never. I just got you back, Penelope. I won’t lose you again. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you."

I shoved against his chest with everything I had. He stumbled backward, shocked by my sudden violence.

"Don’t touch me!" My voice bounced off the cramped walls. "You had six years to miss me. Six years of silence!"

"Baby, please, just listen to me," he pleaded, reaching for me again.

I backed away, shaking my head frantically. "Listen to what? More lies? You made your choice, Nolan. You threw away everything we had, our entire future, just to save Roxanne. What words could possibly undo that damage?" My voice broke on the last word. "If I’d known you were here, I would never have come with Seraphina."

Before I could stop him, he pulled me back into his arms, holding me so tightly I couldn’t escape.

"I can explain everything. I’m not the same man who left you," he murmured against my hair.

"I don’t want your explanations!" I screamed, fighting against his iron grip. "You destroyed me, Nolan! You left me in pieces and disappeared!"

But his touch was my weakness. Every place his skin met mine sent my wolf into ecstasy, making me feel truly alive for the first time in years. It was torture, a cruel reminder of what his betrayal had stolen from me.

With one final surge of rage, I broke free, wiping tears from my face.

I laughed then, a harsh, bitter sound that cut through the tension. "You want to know what makes this unbearable? You didn’t even care enough to check if I survived your abandonment!"

My glare could have cut glass. "Six years of silence, Nolan. Not one letter, not one message. If you had something to say, you should have said it then. Instead, you left me to pick up the pieces alone."

The tears stopped, replaced by ice-cold determination. Six years of hell had forged me into someone new, someone stronger.

"Listen carefully," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "I came here with Seraphina. My loyalty belongs to her now. If you or anyone else threatens her safety, I will end you myself. She’s the only person who stood by me when my world collapsed. I’ll protect her with my life."

He stared at me with profound sadness. "You’re not the same woman I left."

"No, I’m not," I confirmed, standing straighter. "The woman you abandoned was weak, dependent on her mate’s love. That woman died when you chose another woman over your bond with me."

I took another step back, putting precious distance between us. "I survived the whispers, the pitying looks, the shame of being mated to a banished traitor. I endured it all without you there to shield me from the cruelty."

My voice turned to steel. "But I did more than survive. Seraphina saved me when no one else would. She’s earned my absolute devotion. Cross her, and you’ll discover exactly what six years of abandonment taught me about survival."