Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 64: Unscheduled Visitors

Chapter 64: Unscheduled Visitors

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The next day was like stepping into a whirlwind, and trust me, I wasn’t prepared to be swept up in it. Luke, ever the gallant partner in chaos, insisted on tagging along for "moral support." Translation? Apart from providing protection, he wanted to be there to smirk when things inevitably spiraled out of control. I was secretly grateful, though. He took charge of pushing the twins’ stroller, freeing up my hands and my sanity.

It was a brisk morning, the kind that bites at your cheeks, and the twins were bundled so snugly in their blankets they looked like two adorable marshmallows. Luke, ever the optimist, declared they were "winter-ready." I privately thought they looked more like contestants in an extreme baby-burrito wrapping competition.

We arrived at the building—a colossal, glassy monstrosity that screamed

corporate overlord. It was intimidating enough to make me consider turning around, but Luke sauntered into the gleaming lobby like he owned the place. Meanwhile, I was fidgeting with my coat, glancing nervously at the shiny floors as if they might swallow me whole.

At the front desk sat a man so sharply dressed he could probably cut glass just by brushing against it. He didn’t look up at first, too engrossed in his computer screen—or maybe just pretending we didn’t exist. When he finally deigned to acknowledge us, his expression was one of pure disdain.

"Yes? Do you have an appointment?" he asked, his tone dripping with all the warmth of an ice glacier.

Luke, as smooth as ever, replied, "We’re here to see Lucian Blackwood."

The man arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow and smirked, clearly enjoying whatever power trip his position afforded him. "Mr. Blackwood doesn’t entertain unscheduled visitors," he said, voice oozing condescension. His gaze flicked to the stroller, and his nose wrinkled as if we’d wheeled in a couple of wild raccoons instead of two innocent babies.

"And certainly not...with babies," he added, his lips curling in disdain. "If you’re serious about seeing him, you’ll need to leave them somewhere. Perhaps in the car?"

For a moment, I thought I’d misheard. Did he seriously just suggest abandoning the twins in a car? Luke, however, was quick to pick up the slack where my brain had short-circuited.

"We’re not leaving the babies anywhere," Luke snapped, his voice brimming with righteous indignation. "What kind of protocol is this? ’No babies allowed’? Should we just toss them in the dumpster out back?"

The man’s smugness remained unshaken. "Sir, if you’re unwilling to comply with protocol, I’ll have to ask you to leave."

I couldn’t help myself. "Protocol? Your protocol is ridiculous! They’re babies, not explosives!"

By this point, we were causing a minor scene. I half-expected security to appear and haul us out, stroller and all. But just as the tension reached a boiling point, a voice cut through the noise.

"Teresa?"

I turned to see Kenneth—Lucian’s ever-efficient assistant—standing a few feet away. His usually composed expression was replaced with a look of pure shock, as if he’d just seen a ghost.

"Teresa!" Kenneth practically jogged over, his professional facade slipping as he gawked at me. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea how much Mr. Blackwood has been searching for you?"

The man behind the desk visibly paled, his confidence crumbling faster than a poorly constructed soufflé. "Oh...I didn’t realize—"

"Clearly," Kenneth interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut steel. "What’s going on here?"

Luke stepped forward, clearly relishing the opportunity to stir the pot. "Apparently, your company has a ’no babies allowed’ policy," he said dryly. "This fine gentleman here suggested we park the twins in the car while we run our errand."

Kenneth’s gaze dropped to the stroller, his mouth opening slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he looked back at me, his expression a combination of confusion, disbelief, and—was that suspicion?

"Miss Teresa...you have babies now?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling like a deer caught in headlights. If Kenneth, Mr know it all, was asking about the babies, then it meant Lucian wasn’t aware of their existence; and that left me with one question: why then was Lucian searching for me?

Kenneth blinked a few times before his professionalism snapped back into place. He turned to the man at the desk, his voice cold and commanding. "You’re dismissed. I’ll deal with you later."

The man stammered an apology before scurrying off, his once-smug demeanor reduced to ashes. Kenneth, meanwhile, gestured for us to follow him. "Come on, let’s get you upstairs."

The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent, save for the faint sound of the twins babbling. The air was thick with unspoken questions, and I felt my stomach twist in knots. When the doors opened, I stepped out—and froze.

Sitting in the private waiting area, poised like a queen on her throne, scrolling through her phone, was Jennifer. Of course. Because what’s a whirlwind of chaos without a storm waiting at the end of it?

She looked up from her perch, and I swear, her face morphed into something between a cat who just caught a mouse and a child who’s about to knock over a sandcastle.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, strutting over to us like she owned the entire building. "Look who finally decided to crawl back. I was starting to think you’d run off with your tail between your legs, but here you are—brave, foolish, and apparently desperate."

Her gaze slid to the stroller, and she let out a laugh—sharp, cruel, and obnoxious. "And what’s this? Bastards you picked up along the way?" Her eyes gleamed with malicious glee. "Let me guess—you’re here to beg Lucian for some spare change to feed them?"

My face felt like it was about to combust from the heat of humiliation and pure, unbridled fury. I opened my mouth to unleash a perfect storm of sarcasm and insults, but before I could, Luke, the ever-heroic gentleman, jumped in with his signature dry wit.

"Jennifer," he said with a smirk that was somehow both charming and cutting, "don’t you have something better to do? Like ruining someone else’s day?"

Jennifer’s smirk faltered just the tiniest bit, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it quickly morphed back into her usual arrogant sneer. She turned back to me, her tone dripping with condescension. "Seriously, Teresa. Did you honestly think showing up here like this would change anything?"

Before I could fire back with a sharp retort, Kenneth swooped in like a knight in shining armor, though I wouldn’t have said it was exactly heroic. More like a very stressed-out adult trying to control a room full of toddlers.

"Jennifer, sit down. Now."

Jennifer’s eyes flashed bright, her gaze burning with the kind of anger that could melt iron. Her lips parted, and I could see the words forming, likely a rant laced with accusations, insults, and probably enough drama to fill a soap opera. I braced myself for the storm that was about to come, knowing full well that Jennifer had a knack for making everything about her, especially when her pride was wounded.

But before she could unleash her fury, Kenneth stepped in. With a swift motion, he turned on his heel, his back to her as he asked politely for Luke and me to follow him. The signal was clear: he wasn’t going to entertain her outburst.

"Don’t cause trouble," Kenneth called over his shoulder, his tone casual and utterly indifferent to Jennifer’s unexpressed anger. It was as if her emotional explosion was no more than background noise. He wasn’t going to engage, and he clearly didn’t care about the drama she was about to start.

I couldn’t help but wonder, though—what was Jennifer even doing here in the first place? Her presence made no sense. Was she and Lucian on good terms? Well that wouldn’t surprise me because his preference was Jennifer from the very start. I was only an unfortunate replacement that was discarded when I was no longer needed. I looked at Luke but he didn’t seem to care about that, and neither should I. We had bigger things to focus on than her tantrum.

We barely made it into Kenneth’s office before he turned to me with an intensity that could have powered an entire city. "Please Teresa, whatever you do, I beg of you don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back," he said, and then—without another word—he bolted out of the room like someone had just shouted "fire!"

Luke and I exchanged a look that was equal parts confusion and amusement. The twins were blissfully unaware of the chaos around them, likely considering their nap more important than whatever drama we’d just walked into.

"Well," Luke said, leaning back in his chair and flashing me a smug grin. "This is already going better than I expected."

I couldn’t help but smile, even though I wasn’t entirely sure whether this was a good thing or a really bad thing. Either way, it was definitely interesting.

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