Twiceloved
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Five years after a devastating vampire attack orchestrated by Aleron Lucroy, the vampire child her father took in, werewolf Alpha Kiara is still haunted by the past. The betrayal of the boy she once considered family, and her first love, drives her to hunt him relentlessly. With her true mate, Thomen, by her side, Kiara is determined to avenge her father's death and protect her pack. However, each confrontation with Aleron reveals new layers of a truth she never suspected. As supernatural changes awaken within her and an unbreakable bond forms with her enemy, Kiara is forced to question everything she knows about her past, her family, and herself. She must now navigate a world of lies and secrets, torn between the pack she leads, the mate she loves, and the vampire who holds the key to her true identity.
Chapter 1
Oct 7, 2025
POV Kiara
The abandoned industrial complex stretched before us like a concrete maze, its broken windows and rusted machinery creating perfect shadows for predators to hide.
I adjusted my grip on the silver-laced blade at my hip as Thomen and I moved deeper into the darkness, our team of five scouts positioned at strategic points around the building's perimeter.
"The tracks lead directly here," I whispered, keeping my voice low as we navigated around a fallen beam. "Fresh vampire scent, maybe six hours old, and Aleron's signature is all over this place."
Thomen's boots crunched softly on debris as he stayed close to my left flank.
"After a whole year of nothing, he suddenly surfaces near our territory. I don't like it."
I paused to concentrate on the mind link with packmates, confirming our team was in position.
"Max has the north exit covered, Mikaela and Jaxon are watching the east and west corridors. If Aleron tries to run like he did at the warehouse district, he'll run straight into them."
"This is the fourth time in two months," Thomen said, his concern evident. "Four times we've tracked him to what should be perfect ambush sites, and four times he's slipped through our fingers like smoke."
"Not this time," I replied, already mapping the building's layout. "I've studied every escape he's made. He relies on height advantage and multiple exit routes. This place has neither."
Thomen moved closer, his warmth immediately soothing the tension in my shoulders.
"You've been pushing yourself too hard with these tracking missions. When was the last time you actually slept through the night?"
"I'll sleep when Aleron is no longer a threat to our pack," I said, though his nearness made my pulse quicken.
Even in the middle of a mission, the mate bond hummed between us, a constant source of strength and comfort for me.
"Kiara," his voice dropped to that intimate tone he used when we were alone, "I need you to promise me something. If this goes wrong, if it's a trap… you run. Don't try to be the hero—just run. "
I turned to face him fully, catching a glimpse of concern or even a fear in his warm brown eyes. "Thomen Coulburg, are you doubting your Alpha's tactical abilities?"
"I'm protecting my mate," he said firmly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "The woman I love more than my own life. Five years ago, we almost lost everything to that bastard. I won't lose you too."
The gentle touch sent warmth spiraling through me, reminding me why fighting for our future mattered so much.
"You won't lose me. We're stronger now than we were years ago—stronger together."
"Together," he agreed, his hand lingering on my cheek. "Always together."
As we continued deeper into the building, the memory of that night five years ago crashed over.
Aleron Lucroy, the vampire child my father had taken in as an act of peace after the end of a great war between our kinds, had disappeared the morning after the most devastating attack in our pack's history.
Father had believed in redemption. He'd been so convinced that showing kindness to a vampire orphan, whose family had been slaughtered, would prove that werewolves and vampires could coexist.
Instead, he'd raised the architect of our destruction.
I still remember his face in that clearing when he finally understood. When he realized that the boy he'd raised like his own blood, had orchestrated the entire massacre.
Even then, even as vampires tore through our defenses with the precision that only inside knowledge could provide, Father had kept trying to reach him. Kept believing that somewhere inside the calculating enemy stood the child he'd saved, the boy who'd sat at our dinner table and learned our bedtime stories.
Eleven years of trust, eleven years of treating Aleron like family… all so he could learn our weaknesses and deliver us to vampire hunters.
He knew every patrol route, every safe house, every weakness in our defenses from growing up with us. When the vampires attacked that night, they moved with surgical precision because their nineteen-year-old strategist had been mapping our territory since he was eight.
After the attack, Aleron vanished completely.
No sightings, no intelligence reports, nothing. It had been like he'd never existed—until two months ago, when Mikaela picked up his scent near the northern border.
Since then, it has been a game of cat and mouse, with us always one step behind.
Father died still thinking Aleron could be reasoned with, still hoping that love could overcome betrayal.
But that boy had died the night he chose his real family over the one that had saved him. What remained was nothing more than a war criminal who needed to answer for his crimes.
Before I could dwell further on the painful memories, my senses picked up something that made my skin prickle with recognition.
"He's here," I sent to my mind-link. "All teams, we have confirmation. Target is in the building."
Thomen's hand found mine briefly, our fingers intertwining in a gesture of solidarity and love.
"Whatever happens in there, know that you're the best thing that ever happened to me. These past years as your mate have been worth everything we've endured."
"Don't talk like this," I said, squeezing his hand. "We're walking out of here together, and then we're going home to plan our future without the shadow of Aleron Lucroy hanging over us."
"I love you," he said simply, the mate bond flaring with the strength of his emotion.
"I love you too," I replied, then released his hand to grip my weapon. "Now let's finish this."
We crept forward through debris-strewn corridors, following the scent trail deeper into the building's heart. The vampire presence grew stronger with each step, and my tactical instincts screamed that something was different about this encounter.
The building was surrounded, the trap was perfect, and after months of failed attempts, we finally had Aleron exactly where we wanted him.
We approached what I was certain was his position, weapons ready, every muscle coiled for the confrontation that would finally bring justice for my father's death and end the threat hanging over our pack.
I signaled to Thomen that we were closing in, my body thrumming with anticipation. The silence stretched ominously around us, but my confidence in our strategy kept me focused.
Just as I prepared to spring forward and finally corner the enemy who had destroyed my family, a familiar voice—smooth as velvet and dangerously intimate—whispered directly in my ear from behind.
"Hello, love."
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