Three years Later
My body arched, waves of pleasure coursing through me as Kieran’s tongue traced patterns of ecstasy. His fervor was both intense and tender, each stroke eliciting a symphony of moans from my lips. Hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer even as I pushed him away, the sensations driving me wild.
Beside me, Ethan’s touch was gentle yet electric, his kisses igniting goosebumps wherever they landed. The humid air did nothing to cool the heat between us. Both of them were consumed, their attention focused on me as they had countless times before, but tonight was different.
Their hands drifted down to my stomach, where new life quietly stirred. Their protectiveness surged when the pregnancy test confirmed what I hadn’t anticipated. I had been meticulous with birth control, but a recent switch had left room for error.
I’d never envisioned motherhood, haunted by memories of neglect and fear from my own upbringing. The news threw me back to those dark days, but Ethan and Kieran were there, enveloping me in safety and reassurance.
“You’re not her,” Kieran murmured with unwavering love, his voice a balm to my raw emotions. Ethan’s soothing tone echoed his sentiments. “It’s your choice, Sophia. Whatever you decide, we’re here for you.”
Their words brought a flood of relief, mingled with the weight of responsibility. As I drifted between wakefulness and sleep, I overheard their whispered conversation, pledging support no matter the outcome.
The next morning, I woke cocooned in their warmth, knowing I had made a decision. It wasn’t running away from problems but embracing a future I hadn’t imagined-a family with Ethan and Kieran.
Navigating this newfound world tested me beyond measure, but with their unwavering support, I found strength I never knew I had. We kept our news private, sharing it only with our closest circle until we knew more.
Months passed, and my belly grew, a visible testament to the life growing within. The twins doted on me, their care a testament to their love and dedication. Even as I reluctantly stepped back from work at the bakery, they hovered protectively, learning the ropes to support me.
By the six-month mark, Kat and Zack arrived for a surprise visit, unaware of the real reason behind our gathering. As I greeted them on the porch, I could sense Kat’s confusion turning into wide-eyed realization.
Dressed in a snug shirt that accentuated my growing bump and with my hair longer than ever, I felt radiant, embodying a newfound joy and anticipation. Zack’s knowing look towards my stomach drew a low growl from Kieran, teasing him good-naturedly about catching Kat’s attention.
As Kat turned from the trunk, her reaction was priceless, her eyes widening in astonishment. The moment was filled with unspoken understanding and the beginning of a new chapter, as we welcomed them into our journey of anticipation and love.
“No freaking way!” She shrieked, her voice off-key, her mate’s smirk widening into a full-blown grin.
She pulled me into a cinnamon-scented hug, squealing and jumping with a flurry of emotions that erupted like crimson fireworks. If I hadn’t been six months pregnant, my best friend would have knocked me off my feet.
The real excitement came that Thursday, just two days after Kat and Zack arrived. The five of us crowded into a cozy hospital room, the same hospital where Kat’s parents worked. Her dad flitted in and out, checking if I needed anything before preparing for the ultrasound.
The gel was cold against my skin, a familiar sensation from my first ultrasound, though now my stomach had swollen into a noticeable dome. Suppressing a giggle, I caught Kieran’s eye; he smirked as I wiggled my toes.
Kat’s dad maneuvered the probe over my tight skin, his eyes focused on the small monitor. His salt-and-pepper hair showed more silver with each passing year. “Ah, yes, alright, it’s shifted position,” he muttered to himself, typing notes on the computer. Another glance at the screen made my stomach clench at the flicker of confusion crossing his face.
Kat noticed too and joined her dad by the screen. In her second year of medical school, her ambition to become a prenatal doctor lent weight to her observations. “What… what is that?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
The twins moved closer to me, their concern palpable, their dark eyes reflecting my own turmoil. They were more attuned to my emotions than their own, understanding this was a battle they couldn’t fight for me.
Understanding replaced confusion on Kat’s face, her fear dissipating into a wide grin. Her dad chuckled, adjusting his glasses for a better view. When our eyes met, I felt a flutter within my stomach.
“Congratulations, Luna Sophia,” he announced with a smile, “you’re having twin boys.”
The news spread like wildfire through our pack and beyond. Celebrations erupted in our town, music and laughter filling the air as strangers danced in the streets and celebrated our growing family.
Until I went into labor, I hadn’t fully grasped the profound change awaiting me. I still felt the inexperienced girl inside me, even as I transformed into the woman preparing to embrace motherhood.
Childbirth was a revelation, teaching me more about strength and endurance than I had ever known. Through the pain and tears, the twins stood by me, their presence a constant source of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
Caden and Caleb-names chosen by the twins-entered the world, their onyx hair and deep eyes a mirror of their fathers’. A celebration followed three months later at our pack’s capital, marking the twins’ growth and our newfound stability.
The party, held in the town park, brought together our extended pack and allies. Grills sizzled with food, music echoed through the crowd, and children played freely, filling the air with infectious joy.
Among the guests were familiar faces: Leo Caddel, Lisa, Carlos and his mate, and High Table member Rosa with her mate. Peter and Louis arrived late, caught in the celebratory traffic that engulfed the town.
Spotting Louis’s golden hair through the crowd, I was pleasantly surprised to see Lara, her sister, had also come. “Lara, I’m glad you could make it,” I greeted warmly, recalling the invitation I had sent to Louis and Peter.
“She’s getting better with new places,” Louis chuckled, squeezing her sister’s hand fondly.
Peter’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Could we see the babies?” he asked eagerly. “It’s incredible-another set of ruling twins.”
“Peter adores children,” Louis added with a smile, teasing her husband lightly. “If it weren’t for my willpower and birth control, we’d have ten by now.”
Ethan appeared on my left, Kieran on my right, and moments later, Kat navigated through the crowd with Caden in her arms, showering him with affection as his godmother. In Kieran’s embrace was Caleb, identical yet subtly different from his brother, his tufts of onyx hair tousled as he slept peacefully.
Gazing at my sons, a profound sense of peace washed over me. I focused on Caden’s pouty lips and Caleb’s delicate features, until Lara’s words caught my attention.
“Lara, what did you say?” I inquired, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.
Her expression was serious as she looked from Caleb to Caden. “Your babies are fraternal-each has a different father.”
According to Kat and her father, it was rare yet possible-a case of Heteropaternal Superfecundation. Despite the option of a DNA test, we chose not to complicate things further. They were both fathers to our twins, a fact we embraced without reservation.
Little did we know, this revelation marked only the beginning-a beginning of a legacy, of a family of Alphas and Lunas that came in pairs, shaping the future of werewolves for generations to come.