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.

man standing in the

One so blue it looked 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? With the same wide and startling gaze? The contrast of the deep brown and light blue was violent, making his

blue accents. Full eyebrows and a wide nose, full lips and long eyelashes. I could see myself

surprise widening his eyes as

part of me wanted to run into his arms,

was too

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

I paused, for a moment I hadn’t even recognized my own voice.

The stranger cleared his throat, running a hand over the dark stubble

Garrett I could deal with, a man claiming to be my Father was out of the

emotions forming on his face. None of which I

good at controlling his emotions. Nothing leaked out through his words, his eyes were another story entirely. They were lit

I tried to ask her.” Melissa frowned, her voice sounded pleading and almost

sight of her. She was practically cooing for his attention, even with Frank feet away

me.”

snap me from my stupor. Not a chance in h**l would I give this stranger what ever he wanted, no matter who he claimed to be. He was ruining my plans, plans I was determined to follow through on no

tell you anything.” I

Garrett opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a wave of my