Mated to the Alpha Twins

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ The voice huffed, ‘You can call me Thalia.’

‘The voice in my head has a name.’ I nodded. ‘This is great.’

‘Look at it this way, we’re improving.’ The voice sounded happy.

‘Improving?’ I scoffed, ‘More like descending into madness.’

‘Hey, I’ll be along for the ride.’ The person in my head grinned, ‘It’ll be fun.’

‘Y’know, I didn’t expect the voice inside my head to be so d**n optimistic.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘Get used to it, Aurora.’ The voice chided me, ‘I’m here for the long run.’

‘Great.’ I sounded unenthusiastic.

Garrett looked over at me from the corner of his eye, concern evident in his gaze.

“Feeling alright, Aurora?” He questioned, more concern flooding through his tone.

“Yup.” I popped the ‘p’ on my lips, “Just talking to the voices in my head.”

I wasn’t sure what made me say that, but I didn’t really care. This week has been one for the books. I was nearly one hundred percent positive I had the worst week in history. Assaulted, frightened, abandoned, used. And it would only get worse from here. I’d be forced to live with Garrett, thankfully only until Friday. I could handle that, I told myself. A week of avoiding school and Garrett like the plague, should be fun.

Garrett looked taken back, but a small grin formed on his face.

“And what are the voices saying?” Garrett asked, making me raise my eyebrow.

“You’re not concerned I’m hearing voices?” I scoffed. I couldn’t begin to understand this man. He appears into my life out of nowhere and tries to take on the fatherly role, only to completely throw me off. The look in his eyes was almost humorous, not that I gave a c**p about his sense of humor.

Garrett shrugged, “We all hear voices sometimes. It’s important to pay attention to what they say.”

“The voice in my head says I don’t pay attention.” I rolled my eyes, “She thinks she knows everything and refuses to be quiet. And now I sound absolutely insane.”

“I don’t think you sound insane.” Garrett shrugged, his tone relaxed.

“Like I’d trust your judgement.” I grumbled under my breath.

The first thing I needed to do once I was settled somewhere else, was find myself a d**n Therapist. And possibly some strong m********n.

Garrett dropped me off at home, reminding me to be ready come morning time.

Packing my belongings was easy, it only took an hour of my time. All of my toiletries fit into a little bag I had, and my clothes fit nicely in my small suitcase. The rest was just little bits and ends, all fitting nicely in my book bag. I almost wished it took longer to pack, to give my mind a break from having to think about anything.

Thalia absolutely refused to be quiet, insisting she had been quiet for long enough. I refused to listen to her, scrambling to find a way to put that brick wall back up. It was nearing impossible. The brick wall was in shambles, and nothing I did even began to repair it. By the time I gave up, it was late into the night and I had a horrific migraine.

‘Now, if you listened to me your head wouldn’t hurt.’ Thalia shrugged.

my head hurts.’

pinning this on me.’ Thalia shook her head. ‘If you’d just

to you?’ I snapped, ‘Your a voice in my head. How sound

confident in my abilities.’ Thalia shrugged, ‘First thing you need to do is stop avoiding Alec

shook my head, ‘In a week they won’t

you’re wrong.’ Thalia shrugged, ‘Grace isn’t gonna hurt you again, not if you stick with

because I was with them.’ I frowned, ‘I’m not risking it again. I was almost raped. Next

Grace won’t be so lucky.’ Thalia growled like a wild animal. ‘You didn’t have

solved, there won’t be a next time.’ I snapped, ‘I don’t want to k**l

Thalia’s voice was a silent whisper as my eyelids fluttered and I was drawn into

my bedroom, making my tired eyes ache miserably. A soft knock sounded on my door, and I waited for Melissa to come in. As strange as it sounded, I could smell her. She smelled of faded perfume and body wash. Both were

Melissa called out, not bothering to step inside

out of nowhere. Something she did or said pissed

snapped, “The caring mother routine

angry than I could ever manage. I felt

out blue eyes narrowed at me, and she stepped into my bedroom with an

dripping with venom. “None of

Melissa’s washed out eyes widened. My voice sounded hostile, more hostile than I could ever manage on my own. If looks could k**l, Melissa would be

element. I had never spoken against her this way before, never antagonized a reaction from her. She knew I had her cornered. She couldn’t deny what I had said, because we both knew it was true. Melissa wasn’t a narcissist incapable of admitting fault, she was simply a s****y person who made even shittier decisions. I stood from the bed, Thalia in control of my movements. It was like stepping into the passenger seat of

thought.” Thalia laughed, a laugh full of repressed malice. “Have fun with your husband, Melissa.

being hit by the door, she probably felt the gust

sounded like she was talking to herself, ‘Not

issues?’ I raised my

were stuck with a human girl who never spoke her mind.’ Thalia

I nodded, grabbing my bags in

door without seeing her once. Seemed she didn’t like her little chat with Thalia. Garrett came up

watched out the window, noting how far

“You can pick which one you want, they all come with their

this house you have?” I frowned, pursing

bedrooms, six baths.” Garrett responded. “Only three bedrooms are taken, so you have three to choose

for your daughter.” I

looking strained.

see.” I nodded, and resumed my

he had a wife and daughter, and that was all I needed to know. Anything else, any form of attachment

on our left, nestled comfortably into the woods but sitting off the

other houses nearby yet.” Garrett murmured, pulling the

my home. A life where Garrett embraced me instead of pushing me away, a life where he had raised me himself. I noticed the house was a couple minutes out of town, but not as far as the little area Tori lived in. We walked inside the massive house,

us, she takes care of things while I’m

have your own personal chef?” I

with fading blonde hair stepped around the corner. She was a little plump, her body forming a gentle hourglass shape. She was dressed nice yet casual. An apron was thrown on and tied around her waist, something white

was his personal chef.” The plump

of Lucy.” Garrett

had a slight southern accent. She stepped forward and eyed me up and down, not once making me feel uncomfortable. She smelled of biscuit’s and coffee, a combination I