Mated to the Alpha Twins

“Your father is here.” Melissa rushed the words from her mouth and my heart nearly stopped.

What she was saying made no sense in my mind. My father- I didn’t have a father. I had Frank and a sperm donor. A Father was a foreign concept only lucky kids were able to fully experience. I was not one of those lucky kids.

“Father?” I found myself repeating the word, confusion soaking each letter.

“Your father.” Melissa spat, anger forming in her crystal eyes. “The social worker managed to track him down.”

“The social worker.” I nodded, not fully processing the conversation.

I still couldn’t get passed the word ‘father’. It simply wasn’t possible, wasn’t fathomable.

“Get down here.” Melissa snapped, “He wants to speak with you.”

Was that jealousy in her tone? Why would Melissa be jealous?

I trudged downstairs, completely ignoring the fact that I was still in my pajama’s. My busted and swollen face hadn’t even registered in my mind. I had spent so many years as a child imagining my father sweeping into my life and stealing me away. We would live in a big house together and I’d finally be happy. I imagined him in so many different ways. Strong and handsome, working as a secret agent or international spy. His job was the reason he had left my mom, had left me and never returned. My child-like mind had come up with all sorts of excuses for his behavior. It took me such a long time to realize people simply didn’t care. They didn’t care about their spouses, family or children. In the end you needed to look out for yourself, relying on anyone else was a broken heart waiting to happen.

I had spent too many days crying for my Father, begging the invisable man in the sky to bring him home.

the foreign man standing in the living room. My Father- my

almost white, one chocolate brown. His dark hair was the same color as my own, cropped close to his head. I could easily see the similarities between us. I used to love the fact that I looked like my father, and now I hated it. I resisted the urge to cringe as his piercing gaze met my own. Did I look at people like that?

grey with blue accents. Full eyebrows and a wide nose, full lips and long eyelashes. I could see myself within him, and my own self-hate began to bubble

name left his lips, surprise widening his

part of me wanted to run into his arms, cry in joy that my father had finally come

was too

many nights suffering at the hands of Frank and the cruel words of Melissa. He was too late for me, for my love, my

are you?” I paused, for a moment I hadn’t even recognized my own voice. It sounded distant and foreign. Hidden pain and torment filled

his throat, running a hand over the dark

could deal with, a man claiming to be my Father

emotions forming on his

to your face?” Garrett was very good at controlling his emotions. Nothing leaked out through his words, his eyes were another story entirely. They were lit with unspoken rage, enough to nearly cause a shiver down my

you, I tried to ask her.” Melissa frowned, her voice sounded pleading and almost whiny. “She won’t

of her. She was practically cooing for his attention, even with

tell me.” Garrett

snap me from my stupor. Not a chance in h**l would I give this stranger what ever he wanted, no

to tell you anything.” I snarled,

speak, but I silenced him with a