Taking Alpha's Twins Away After Divorce

Alpha 26

I turned my head and saw a little girl.

“Hi Sir, would you mind if we sat here?” She inquired about one again.

The girl’s features reminded me of someone. With a sense of wonder, I asked,

“We? But you are alone yourself.”

She shook her head at me as she pointed her teeny–tiny finger in the direction of someone, then said, Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“My brother is there. Uncle William also came with us.”

I did not care to look at where she was pointing. But I was surprised by the little girl. She did not know me, yet she was talking to me about her relatives.

By looking at her, I could not help but think of the woman due to whom I was losing my patience nowadays. Just thinking about her set my mind ablaze.

‘Why are you even asking me? It’s a public area. Sit anywhere you want,” I muttered with a disturbed tone.

Taking another look in Patric’s direction, I moved my gaze.

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time, a little boy came to my side and said,

“Don’t talk to her rudely.”

His voice came out as a warning. I turned my head to look at him.

A look of anger could be seen in his eyes.

I was stunned that this little boy was showing me his eyes as if he would fight with me

anytime.

“Excuse me, lil guy?”

“Why were you scolding her?” the little boy asked.

I glanced in the direction of the little girl, who was shaking her hands at the boy.

“Noah, he was not scolding me.”

“No, Aria. I saw how he was talking to you.

I frowned at the little boy. Why was he so annoying?

I came to the realization that he was the brother of the girl she had been talking about earlier. It looked like they were twins.

That little boy’s glare almost made me laugh. He had no idea who he was glaring at.

If his father had known who his son was talking to in this manner, he would have died in fear.

While shaking my head, I sighed.

“Listen, little bo-”

“Don’t call me little. My name is Noah.”

“Oh.”

I could not help but feel surprised by his confidence level. It seemed like he had alpha blood.

A man of middle age approached me hurriedly and apologized to me.

“I’m sorry, young man. They are kids. Please forgive them.”

My eyes scrutinized his appearance. He did not look like their father. It appeared as though he was a butler who was responsible for the care of those ch

“Noah, this uncle is not bad. Don’t fight with him,” the little girl said to her brother.

“Aria, let me sit here. You can sit between me and Uncle William,” the boy said to the little girl.

I rolled my eyes when I saw how protective that kid was for his sister. He indirectly told his sister that he would sit next to me so that I could not harm her.

“Who am I? A Kidnapper?” I asked the boy.

The child appeared to be taken aback by my question.

The middle–aged man chuckled and gestured for the little girl named Aria to sit on the seat. Meanwhile, the boy sat next to me.

All of the passengers were required to wait there because the flights had been delayed.

When I mind linked Patric, he returned and sat down next to me in the seat.

The fact that I was sitting with two youngsters appeared to have shocked him. He gave me a look. I could only roll my eyes in return.

He handed me his phone and said, “Here is the post that everyone is talking about.”

I grabbed his phone and looked at it. I saw the post that Natalia had uploaded a few hours ago.

It was obvious to anyone who saw her post that she was trying to trash Lynda’s reputation.

Seeing her post, I could tell that she was defaming Lynda.

I scoffed at the post and thought,

‘Until last night, you were okay with everything and telling me that you didn’t want me. Now, what happened? You yourself posted about our past. Are you trying to get my attention?”

The youngster next to me bent his neck to look at Patric. He asked,

“Uncle, where are you going?”

I raised a brow. For what reason was he acting as if I were the only person he had a problem with?

The way he chose to ignore me and focus on having a conversation with Patric demonstrated his fearless persona.

Patric smiled at the boy and replied,

“We are going back to our pack.”

The girl named Aria looked at me and asked,

“And uncle, you? Which pack are you going to?”

People thought twice before talking with me, but this girl was speaking to me as if I were one of her relatives.

These two children were really bold. This made me wonder who their parents were.

I was not someone who liked to talk with everyone. But for some unknown reason, I felt interested in talking with both of them.

“The Crystal Blood Pack,” I replied.

When the little boy heard me, his lips parted. However, he did not say anything.

“What’s your name?” I asked the girl, though I had heard them taking their names.

“I am Aria, and he is my brother Noah.”

“Where are you going?”

“We came here to meet our mom. We were missing her.” This time, Noah replied to me instead of Aria.

Just then, I heard someone calling out their names from behind me.

“Noah! Aria!”

I heard a very familiar voice.

As I turned my head and looked in that direction, my brows shot up in surprise. I saw a young woman standing there.

I stood up when Noah and Aria rushed to her.

“MOM”

She embraced them with a warm and hearty hug. Then, her eyes eventually landed on mine.

With a look of disbelief on my face, I frowned at her.

“Natalia?”