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redith could see it clearly—the joy, the relief, the pride that filled him completely. It softened her expression further.
"You look like you just won a war," she said lightly.
He let out a small breath that almost resembled a laugh. "Sothing like that."
Her fingers curled slightly around his. "Have you told anyone?"
Draven paused, then shook his head. "I didn’t even think of it," he admitted, lowering his head slightly to press a brief kiss to her hand.
redith smiled. "You should. Especially Dennis."
Draven nodded imdiately. "I will."
He stood, though his gaze lingered on her for a mont longer before he stepped away and took out his phone.
Dennis picked up almost instantly. "Draven?"
"They are here."
There was a brief silence on the other end. Then— "What?"
"The twins," Draven said, his voice steady but carrying unmistakable pride. "They have been born."
For a second, Dennis said nothing as he was trying to digest the news. Then his voice broke through, filled with shock and excitent. "You are serious?"
Draven’s lips curved slightly. "I wouldn’t joke about this."
A sharp breath ca through the line. "Congratulations... congratulations, brother!"
"Thank you."
The call ended shortly after.
—
At the other end, Dennis turned imdiately, reaching for his mate. "Helena."
She stirred, barely opening her eyes. "What is it...?"
"The twins are here."
That was enough for sleep to instantly vanish from her eyes. "What?" she said, sitting up. "Now?"
Dennis nodded, already moving. "Just now."
Helena didn’t hesitate. "We are going to the palace."
Dennis chuckled lightly as he moved across the room. "I figured you would say that."
Within minutes, they were both ready and left the house without delay, despite the late hour.
—
Back at the palace, Draven made another call. This ti, to his father.
When the line connected, he spoke without preamble. "My mate just gave birth to twins."
There was a brief pause, then Randall’s voice ca, steady but carrying unmistakable satisfaction.
"Twins? That is good news."
"They are both well."
"Good."
The call ended shortly after. But Randall did not stop there.
Within minutes, he began contacting the council elders one by one, passing on the news with quiet authority.
—
Draven lowered his phone and turned to Oscar. "Ring the bell again."
Oscar hesitated slightly. "It has already been rung, Your Majesty."
Draven’s expression remained firm. "Then ring it again. Such news should not be announced once."
There was no room for argunt.
Oscar bowed. "At once, Your Majesty."
Monts later, the great bell echoed through the palace again, its deep sound carrying far beyond the walls, spreading the news once more.
—
When Draven returned to the chamber, the room felt calr.
His gaze moved first to the small bed where the twins lay, both of them asleep, their breathing soft and even.
He stepped closer, looking down at them, and the expression on his face shifted into sothing openly warm.
redith watched him for a while, then looked at the babies again. "Later, we will choose their nas," she said softly.
Draven glanced back at her and nodded. "Together."
—
About thirty minutes later, word ca that Dennis and Helena had arrived.
Both Draven and redith exchanged a brief look before redith smiled faintly. "They didn’t even wait."
Draven gave a small shake of his head. "Of course they didn’t," he said and proceeded to give the order to bring them in imdiately.
Monts later, the doors opened.
Dennis entered first, moving straight toward Draven without hesitation. He pulled him into a firm embrace.
"You did it, brother," he said, his voice full of excitent. "Congratulations."
Draven returned the gesture briefly. "Thank you."
Then, Dennis stepped back and turned to redith. "Well done, my friend."
Helena followed close behind, her face bright with joy. She greeted Draven warmly before moving quickly to redith’s side.
"How are you?" she asked, her eyes scanning her carefully.
"I’m fine," redith replied.
Helena blinked slightly, surprised. "You don’t even look tired."
redith smiled faintly but didn’t comnt further.
The room filled with quiet happiness as they spoke, the tension of earlier completely gone.
—
Much later, when the twins stirred awake, the room grew lively again.
Dennis was the first to step forward, carefully taking one of them into his arms with unexpected gentleness as he was instructed by redith.
Helena followed, holding the other just as carefully, her expression softening as she looked down at the small face in her arms.
Neither of them spoke for a mont. They didn’t need to.
The joy in the room said everything.
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By the next morning, the palace had already grown lively with visitors.
Randall arrived early, leading the council of elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and other high-ranking officials into the Grand Hall.
Unlike their usual gatherings, there was a visible ease among them today, their expressions lighter, their steps less rigid. News of the twins had reached them all, and the mood reflected it.
Draven received them alone.
He stood before them with his usual composed authority, but there was no hiding the quiet pride that lingered in his gaze.
As Randall and the others bowed, he acknowledged them with a nod.
"Your Majesty, congratulations," one of the elders said, stepping forward first. "Stormveil has been greatly blessed."
The others followed, offering their own words of goodwill, their voices overlapping slightly in shared approval.
Draven listened, then inclined his head. "I accept your congratulations, and I thank you on behalf of the Queen as well."
His tone was calm, but there was sincerity in it.
After a brief pause, he continued, "A banquet has been prepared for you all."
A few approving smiles appeared across the room.
"However, I will not be joining you," he added. "I will remain with the Queen."
That drew a few quiet chuckles.
"As you should, Your Majesty," one of the Alphas said with a grin, and the others nodded in agreent.
Draven gestured slightly. "Oscar."
Oscar stepped forward imdiately and bowed. "Please follow ."
He led them out toward a smaller banquet hall that had already been arranged, the atmosphere gradually shifting from formal assembly to quiet celebration as they departed.
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