Mated to the Alpha Twins

The laughter fell from my lips in waves, and I realized I hadn’t truly laughed in so long.

Garrett sat in his seat, a perplexed look forming on his face as he watched me. It was comforting to know the mental decline ran in the family, but didn’t give me much hope for the future.

My erratic laughter died down, and I was left taking a few deep breaths.

“Look, Garrett.” I snickered, placing my hand against my mouth to stifle another wave of laughter. “I think you need to get some help, which means I definitely need to get some help.”

“Aurora–” Confusion formed on Garrett’s face. Did he really think I was going to believe that? Werewolves?

He rips me from my life and confesses there’s a world of magical creatures? This isn’t a book; Life isn’t full of fantasy. You work, get fucked over by people, try to survive and then d*e.

“Don’t–” I shook my head, “I shouldn’t even have to entertain this.”

I turned on my heel and stormed up to my bedroom. I got halfway down the hall when I realized I had no idea where my bedroom was. I remember Garrett telling me I could pick, but I simply didn’t care enough to try.

“Um, excuse me?” I frowned, walking down the hall to one of the cleaning ladies.

She looked fairly young, and smiled up at me softly.

“Yes miss?” The woman smiled as she folded a pile of towels onto a thick metal cart.

“Do you know where my bedroom is?” I pursed my lips, feeling antsy being so out in the open. It would be too easy for Veronica or Kady to find me.

“Yes miss.” The woman nodded, gesturing for me to follow. “Mr. Garrett chose a room for you. He hopes it is up to par.”

She turned down the hall and opened the second door on the left, revealing what looked like a hotel suite. I scoffed as I looked at the size of the bedroom. This wasn’t a bedroom–it was a d**n apartment. All I needed was a kitchen and I’d never come outside.

I locked the door behind me, checking a couple times to make sure it stayed put. My legs were groaning from the long shift I just worked through, but my paycheck would be well worth it.

I refused to even entertain the idea of what Garrett told me. Thalia was grumbling angrilly in my head, but I tuned her out. I made a long playlist of music in my mind, and went through each song one by one. By the time I was finished, I had taken a long shower and got ready for bed.

I slept well into the morning, not even bothering to answer as a knock sounded on my bedroom door. The phone Tori had gotten me was set on my bedside table, her picture flashing on my screen.

That was how I spent the next few days. I read books I’ve read a thousand times, talked to Tori, and kept to myself.

Of course Garrett tried to talk to me, to ask why I wasn’t going to school but I ignored his knocks and question’s each time.

Every few hours Lucy would bring me up a tray off food, but I wouldn’t open the door until she left. I felt guilty, ignoring Lucy but I knew Garrett would use her to get to me. A couple times she tried to convince me to leave the bedroom, to come and talk to her. While I was tempted, there was nothing to talk about. Garrett was clearly plagued with Mental Illness, and was trying to force his crazy thoughts on me. It must’ve been working to some extent, as Thalia continued to mutter snide comments at me.

I slammed down one of the books I’d been reading. The words were floating around my head annoyingly, and I could practically recite each Mated to the Alpha twins novel by Jane Doe Chapter from heart. I was getting tired of reading the same books over and over, glancing at my phone whenever Tori texted.

texted a lot; which didn’t surprise me. She wanted to know when I was coming back to school, something I’m sure the twins

very clearly that I promised to explain what happened to my

phone, the calendar read

could tell her the truth. It wouldn’t matter what happened, I’d be gone shortly after. It’d

door. She tried to reason with me for the next ten minutes, but eventually I could hear her soft foot falls retreat down the

my bedroom door, ready to pull the

week, refusing to leave my bedroom

eyes but the sneer on her face ruined her features. She was

shadow of someone you’ve never met.”

lips parted in confusion. I knew she wasn’t talking about me. Garrett ignored me for seventeen years,

at her, deadpan. It wasn’t my fault she had daddy issues, nor was it my problem. I sympathized with her because her life shifted as well, but that didn’t mean I’d let

first born.” Kady snapped, and I

grunted, “First born? It doesn’t even matter! Who

heaving by the time I finished, but Kady looked angrier than ever. Her brown eyes were now black with rage, and her

and you wouldn’t even listen.” Kady scoffed, “Some s**t Luna you’d make. You shouldn’t even

the face. Thalia was enraged, spewing obsinities in my mind. I could feel her pushing at the edges of my mind, almost like

not dragging

food a forgotten thought in my mind. My stomach rumbled in protest, but I could hardly feel it. My mind was spinning with what Garrett had said. I

everything. A knock sounded

pressed against the cool glass window as I looked out into the forest. I tried to imagine what Garrett had told me, imagine wolf people running around in the woods. I’d only seen a werewolf once in a movie, a grotesque and human-like creature who had claws

not what we look like.’ Thalia

that were already calling ourselves one of them.’ I

through some s**t.’ Thalia huffed, ‘But

even thought about letting someone

whipped over to the source. Garrett stood behind my open door,

grimaced, my eyes narrowing into

stepped into my bedroom, that same regal air around him. The swirling aura that surrounded him gave him this feeling of authority,

locked yourself away all week.” Garrett cocked his eyebrow

me go back to Melissa, disappear from my

was childish, but I didn’t care. I had been an

Garrett closed the door behind

nodded, “I’ll turn into some hairy

his eyes,

see what Melissa saw in him all those years ago. Garrett was

you’re spouting this s**t, but you have your

Garrett paused, his lips

yet another daughter.” I pinched the bridge of my

“She’s unhappy–“