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

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

a voice in my head. How sound

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

head, ‘In

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

not risking it again. I

like a wild animal. ‘You didn’t have

snapped, ‘I don’t want to k**l anyone, and I don’t

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

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

in a few minutes.” Melissa called out,

out of nowhere. 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

“The caring mother routine done

angry than I could ever manage. I felt like I was handing over the reigns, giving them to

stepped into my bedroom with an air of superiority. Thalia wanted to laugh,

what you’re insinuating.” Melissa snapped, her words dripping with venom. “None of

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

of water. She was far out of her 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

laugh full of repressed malice. “Have fun with your husband, Melissa. The

bedroom door shut with incredible force, and I was amazed the door hadn’t been destroyed in the process. I knew Melissa was just an inch away from being hit by the door, she probably felt

Thalia sounded like she was talking to herself, ‘Not yet. Now’s

I raised

with a human girl who never spoke her mind.’

nodded, grabbing my bags in

seeing her once. Seemed she didn’t like her little chat with Thalia. Garrett came up the porch steps, and I didn’t argue when he took my bags and suitcase from my arms, throwing them into the

drive was quiet for the most part. I watched out the window, noting how

room.” Garrett nodded, “You can pick which one you want, they all come with their

house you have?” I

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

wife, another for your daughter.” I stated with

his small smile looking strained. “The third is my

see.” I nodded, and resumed my

a living, but the last thing I needed 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

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

houses nearby yet.” Garrett murmured,

in the movies, the one with 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

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

have your own personal

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 woman gave Garrett a

of Lucy.”

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