Aurora

The Parisian sky was painted in the colors of the Vittorino dynasty the moment the private jet touched down on French soil.

The return from the island wasn't merely the end of a honeymoon—it was the dawn of an era of fertility and absolute power for the Chateau de Noir. News of Aurora and Renzo's twins had spread like wildfire through the inner circle, demanding a celebration that would make all of Europe tremble.

The arrival at the palace was fit for sovereigns. Renzo—more protective than ever—descended from the helicopter with the bearing of an emperor guarding the most valuable treasure in the world. Aurora, wearing a silk ensemble that subtly outlined her new silhouette, walked at his side with the poise of a woman carrying the future of two nations in her womb.

Isabella waited on the marble steps, a grandmother's tears already visible before the first embrace. The mansion, decorated with the Martinus lavender and reinforced by Viktor's security, pulsed with vibrant anticipation.

The announcement celebration was held in the great hall, where leaders of allied families gathered beneath the glitter of crystal chandeliers. Renzo raised his glass, his gaze fixed on Aurora, who glowed in a crimson dress that set off her red hair.

"Paris and Bulgaria won't be allied only by the blood of war," Renzo proclaimed, his voice echoing with authority. "The Vittorino empire grows. Aurora carries two heirs—two wolves who will rule these lands when the sun sets on us."

The toast was deafening, but the night's climax was still to come.

At the center of the hall, Bianca—always the ruthless strategist and Aurora's right hand—exchanged a conspiratorial glance with Viktor. She couldn't contain her own joy any longer. Breaking the protocol of her usual severity, she climbed one of the marble altar steps.

"Let Paris prepare itself!" Bianca shouted to every corner of the hall, her voice thick with rare emotion. "It's not just Aurora's twins! Viktor and I are also expecting our first he…