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.’ I

not pinning this on me.’ Thalia shook her head. ‘If you’d just listen to me, you

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

thing you need to

going to happen.’ I shook my head, ‘In

shrugged, ‘Grace isn’t gonna

risking it again. I was almost raped. Next time I won’t

like a wild animal. ‘You didn’t

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

whisper as my eyelids fluttered and I was drawn into a

came much too soon. The sunlight streamed 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

to be here in a few minutes.” Melissa called out,

or said pissed Thalia off.

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

ever manage. I felt like I was handing over the reigns,

my bedroom with an air of superiority. Thalia

words dripping with venom. “None of this would’ve happened

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

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

malice. “Have fun with your husband,

the process. I knew Melissa was just an inch away from being hit by the door, she probably felt the gust of wind lash at her

like she was talking to herself, ‘Not yet.

issues?’ I raised my eyebrow

have anger issues too if you were stuck with a human girl who never spoke her mind.’ Thalia snapped in

my

thankful Melissa was far from my line of sight. I made it out the front door without seeing her once. Seemed she didn’t like her little chat with Thalia. Garrett

the most part. I watched out the window, noting how far we

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

this house you have?” I frowned,

responded. “Only three bedrooms

your wife, another for

smile looking strained. “The third is my

nodded, and resumed my

was to know him. I already knew he had a wife and daughter, and that was all I needed to know. Anything else, any form of attachment would only make it harder to leave. He had his family, and I wanted a chance to

the woods for a bit, but quickly made a left hand turn down a road I hadn’t seen before. The house appeared on our left, nestled comfortably into the woods but sitting off the side of one

built any other houses nearby yet.”

the happy family and their golden retriever. It was even set with a white picket fence. Maybe in another life, this could’ve been 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, and I

you hungry?” Garrett turned to ask, “We have Lucy with us, she takes

have your own personal chef?”

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

chef.” The plump

Lucy.”

me look at you.” Lucy had a slight southern accent. She stepped forward and eyed me up and down, not once making me feel uncomfortable. She