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.

fault my head hurts.’

on me.’ Thalia shook her head. ‘If you’d just listen to me, you wouldn’t have a

‘Your a voice in my head. How sound

abilities.’ Thalia shrugged, ‘First thing you need to

head, ‘In a week

shrugged, ‘Grace isn’t gonna hurt you again, not if

‘I’m not risking it again. I was almost raped.

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

don’t want to k**l anyone, and I don’t want anything to do

was a silent whisper as my eyelids fluttered and I was drawn into

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 strong in my nose, but

minutes.” Melissa called out, not bothering to step

Something she did or said pissed Thalia off. Goodness, I sounded crazier than ever. Melissa made the voice inside my head mad, call an ambulance and get me some strong

is that it?” I snapped, “The caring mother

sounded rougher and much more angry than I could ever

my bedroom with an air of superiority. Thalia wanted to laugh, this woman was

Melissa snapped, her words dripping with venom. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t called the

you’re a s**t mother who only cares when it benefits her.” Thalia growled lowly, and I watched as 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 on the floor

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

laughed, a laugh full of repressed malice. “Have fun with your

I knew Melissa was just an inch away from being hit by the door, she probably

talking to herself,

issues?’ I raised my

issues too if you were stuck with a human

I nodded, grabbing my bags in my

her once. Seemed she didn’t like her little chat with Thalia. Garrett came up the porch steps,

quiet for the most part. I watched out

your own room.” Garrett nodded, “You can pick which one you want,

house you

baths.” Garrett responded. “Only three bedrooms are

and your wife, another for your daughter.” I stated with a

Garrett nodded, his small smile looking strained.

nodded, and resumed

that was all I needed to know. Anything else, any form of attachment would

appeared on our left, nestled comfortably into the woods but sitting off the side of one of the main roads. The house was absolutely massive, sitting at the end of a

houses nearby yet.” Garrett

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, and I noticed how our footsteps echoed in the foyer. Garrett set my suitcase

Garrett turned to ask, “We have Lucy with us, she takes care of things while I’m

your own

a little plump, her body forming a gentle hourglass shape. She was dressed nice yet casual. An apron was thrown on

was his personal chef.” The plump

of Lucy.”

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