One Night with My Brother, Giving birth of Twins (BOOK 1)

Moon P.O.V Didn't expect to raise a child… this early at the age of twenty-three… And the fact that this is not one but two adorable children… a twin… A baby boy… And a Baby girl… It was not how I had foreseen my life to be, but most definitely not with two tiny wriggling human beings in my arms. Yet, here I was, cradling my twin babies-Amalia and Axel-who had just celebrated their first week of life. At barely one week old, they were my greatest gift; though the unconventional path that led me to this point is what made it impossible for me to envision life without them. The hospital had felt cage-like. I'd utilized my wolf powers during the delivery, and now my healing energies were too low. Those antiseptic-smelling hospital room walls seemed to move in, closing in on me. I needed to get out of that environment and back home, where I could be with my family and regain a semblance of normalcy. But first, I need to gain the energy that got lost. The door creaked open, and my father stepped inside. His face softened at the sight of me. "Hey, Moon," he said warmly. I flung myself at him, relief washing over me. "Hey, Dad." He looked from the twins to me. "How have you been? How’s the twins?” I forced a smile, even though my insides were churning. "Good, they're healthy," I told him proudly, showing him the babies. Serene was exactly the word; their small faces were so content. It was in sharp contrast to the turmoil inside my stomach. "Where's Mom?" I asked him, probably in hopes of changing the subject from this unspoken tension between us. "She's still home cooking. Gray's home, too. I don't know if he's coming," he replied. My heart sank at the mention of Gray. I turned and looked back at my sleeping kids, so peaceful, and what a contrast from what was storming inside me. I wasn't going to let my problems betray that fragile harmony I had struggled to restore. Sitting there, I began to recall the night of terror that occurred at the Castle Howl Club. That night. I will never forget. --- This is my first time being at a party like this: full of fun, and my brother is here. That is why I invited Sarah to come with me tonight because I want to see how my brother is doing in this place. Inside, the club was flashing with lights, pounding with music, and I danced with my friend, trying to drown the ache of my most recent heartbreak. Then, through the dizzy mist of alcohol and sound, there he was the handsome Gray—my brother. But seeing him far from where I was standing, I saw a girl walk sexily to him. And I'm not drunk, but my vision is quietly fuzzy; one hundred percent sure, the girl is Amanda Leroy. The Bully Queen B at Easton Üniversity. Can't believe she's here. Fire Wildly lit up ten times as they were laughing together, Amanda suddenly grabbed my brother and kissed him torridly. It feels like my heart can't breathe, and it's so heavy seeing that. When I was a child… My dad introduced Gray to me. I was thirteen at that time when Mom and I knew that Dad had a son with another woman. First, mom won't accept it, but in the long run, since my mom is so kind, she accepts dad's son in her home. It started when I turned eighteen and finally met my wolf Crescent. The feelings anytime I come near my brother are not just a sister bond but more than that. It's not good to hear but I love my brother, not because he's handsome or popular at the University but because of his ability. The ability that guided me before as I lost hope to have my wolf, but he cheered me up. And I know it's a big impact that he helps me during downtime. The sting of it was physical, as though someone had struck me. Drunk and stumbling, I had looked upon my stepbrother, who in turn had been so far my admiration, lost to one so harsh. I had swallowed every available combination of high spirits, each one blurring around my pain but never removing it. My friend Sarah had offered to drive me home. I was too far gone to protest. I stumbled into the house, barely coherent. Somehow, I found my way into Gray's bedroom, the room where his presence was comforting and maddeningly out of reach. Gray had entered, still looking surprised and frustrated. "Moon, what is going on here? You are supposed to be in your room. Otherwise, I will be sleeping in the guest room," he tried to utter as firmly as possible. Drunk, I seized his wrist with an urgency that surprised even me. My feelings were a storm gone wild and I could no longer hold back the flood of emotions that was pent up for so long. I leaned into him, my lips searching for his in a desperate, clumsy kiss. His lips warm against the intoxication. Gray's initial shock melted into a response that was both tentative and heated. My hands roamed to his face, pulling him closer as I pressed my body against his. The kiss deepened, and it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was this connection we were sharing, the way our bodies seemed to remember each other despite the confusion and hurt. Gray's hands found my waist, his hold simultaneously firm and gentle. His breath was short and was pressed upon my bed, his kiss deepening. My fingers knotted in his hair as I pulled him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine. "Moon," he mumbled in between the kisses, his voice demanding yet carefully hesitant, "Are you sure about this?" I had no words to respond. All I could do was just hold on to him, my lips moving fervently showing that I love him more than just a sibling. "I love you, Gray…" I whispered before the night of forbidden happened.