Mated to the Alpha Twins

“You can’t, not yet.” Kade hissed, wrapping his arm around my waist to fasten me against his torso.
This was the first I had felt from him since he was taken, and now the bond between us was pulling me forward.
I only stopped squirming when I noticed Tori’s red face, and how she was currently backed up against Zayne Novak. The two of them were flattened against the house. I didn’t miss how his arm was wrapped around his waist, his fingers just an inch above her shirt line. His other hand still rested over her mouth, an attempt to silence her when the guard had come out to investigate. Her heart sounded like a distant helicopter, mirroring the sound of Zayne’s.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, when both Kade and Zayne finally let us go.
“I’m fine.” She huffed under her breath, which was a good enough answer for me at the moment.

“Guys, I got the window open.” Ava’s sudden outburst made me jump, and instinctively place a hand against my chest. Ava sauntered up to the four of us, seemingly clueless to what had just happened. “I got it open while you guys were–busy.”
Zayne went through the window first, before helping Tori and I through. Ava was next, and then Kade.
I was surprised that Zayne could actually get his hands d***y, but that in no way changed my opinion about the man. His styled hair and tailored suits made him seem neat and untouchable. This was the side of Zayne that little got to see, I suspected. The side that got his hands d***y–the side that had helped to free countless white wolves. Zayne Novak wasn’t black or white, but various shades of grey.
He helped the white wolves in his father’s clutches, the ones that would go unnoticed. He even helped Naveah and Isaac escape with their child, something Marcus was bound to notice. Yet, even with those good deeds, he remains at his father’s side. I’ll always be a bit biased though, considering he rejected my best-friend.
The bathroom we currently stood in was small. It fit the five of us, but just barely. The tile on the floor was cracked, and the toilet stained from years of dust and grime.
“There’s three in the living room.” Zayne murmured to us, wedging the door open just a millimeter. “You’ll have one chance before they rush you, Ava.”
“I got this.” Ava nodded confidently, plucking the headphone from her ear to wrap the chord around her neck.
Just as Ava maneuvered through the small bathroom to the door, Zayne leaned in close. It was impossible not to hear what he was telling her, though I knew the words weren’t meant for our ears.
“Do not s***w up and leave me to tell your parents they lost another kid.” He said, his voice hard but not cruel.
Ava gave him a long look before nodding. She then gripped the doorknob in her hand, her knuckles white around the tarnished metal. She inched the bathroom door open and slid outside. Melted into the hard planes of Kade’s torso, I peered through the slim crack in the door.
The three men in the living room were sitting at a cheap foldout table. A deck of cards was scattered amongst numerous bottles of beer. There were a few plastic plates with half-eaten pizza on them, all of which looked at least a day old. A small television in the corner of the room played an old football rerun. All three of the men had that large build of most werewolves, even if they weren’t overtly muscular.

Ava stood just at the beginning of the hall, only feet away from where the men sat. The speaker chatting away on the tv was the only thing covering the sound of her beating heart.
I could tell the moment the men registered her scent, and knew that someone had broken into the house. One by one, they all stiffened. They were trying to feign nonchalance, so Ava could continue believing she hadn’t yet been caught.
Ava anticipated that, and flung her arms out at her sides.
One of the men was just about to stand from his chair, but froze mid-way. Three thuds sounded as the two slumped from their chairs, and the third tumbled to the floor.
“Did she k**l them?” I asked, wide-eyed.
Even this far in the world of werewolves, violence still surprised me. I tried not to think of what I had done to Desmond, and instead forced myself to think about Alec.
“No, she didn’t k**l them.” Zayne said flatly, opening the door even though he hadn’t seen Ava complete the job. Clearly, he had some faith in her. “Ava’s young, so her abilities are still growing. All we know is they have something to do with the mind. She’s able to knock just about anyone out for at least half an hour. Resisting her abilities isn’t about being physically strong, but mentally.”
Sure enough, all three men were face first into the half-finished carpet of the living room.
“Easy.” Ava shrugged, nudging one of the unconscious men with the tip of her boot. “Big muscles, small brains.”
“There’s going to be more in here.” Zayne warned her, scowling at the man on the floor. “Let’s hope they thought nothing of the noise.”
“I can’t prevent everything.” Ava rolled her eyes, gesturing dramatically for the four of us to step out of the cramped bathroom. “Besides, I like the way it sounds when they fall.”
We searched the floor of the house, through the moldy kitchen with its leaking roof, and the dining room the guards used as a sleeping area. Once we were positive there were no more guards on the lower half of the house, we each crept upstairs.
Zayne remained close to Ava. I wasn’t sure if it were some strange protective side of him, or if he truly didn’t feel like telling her parents she had been k****d.
I could smell the men before I saw them. One of the upstairs showers was running, crackling and spewing out water that smelled just a bit strange. I figured that shower was a blessing. Nothing like being stuck in a rundown house with ten men and a broken shower. With the stench of mold alone, it was a wonder they smelled anything in here.
“I’ll stay posted at the bathroom while you guys keep going. Make sure there’s no more guards then come back for this one.” Tori suggested with a shrug, “I’ll let you guys know if he gets out, but with the rate that water’s coming out, I’d be surprised if he finished within the next ten minutes.”
Kade paused before turning his eyes on Zayne. Deep within the depths of Kade’s eyes, there was a certain disappointment there. Even with Kade’s abrasive personality, he likes Tori. She was practically impossible not to get along with. To see his mate’s best-friend suffering from such a shithead, it didn’t settle well with any of us.
“Stay with her.” Kade told Zayne, his gravelly voice even harsher than usual.
I could see the challenge in Kade’s eyes, and knew that soon Kade wouldn’t hold back from getting his hands on Zayne. Zayne seemed to sense the same thing, but refused to back down. I’ve been beginning to call it an Alpha’s arrogance, but it seemed to be the one universal trait they all had in common.
Zayne’s seafoam eyes darkened to that of stormy skies, where Kade’s hardened to onyx. Tori seemed to sense the same thing as I, even without the ability to feel emotions.
“You two can finish this later, because right now is probably the worst moment for this conversation.” I snapped at the two of them, not bothering to tell either one to let it go. They were both too stubborn to drop their absolute hatred of one another. I turned and locked eyes with a seething Kade, which would have been terrifying if I knew he wouldn’t ever harm me. “We need to find your brother, and no matter how satisfying this fight would be, it’s not going to help us get Alec back.”
Kade’s anger wasn’t easily extinguished. That fire simply retreated, still burning within the depths of him. For now, though, his focus was redirected.
“Let’s go.” Kade grunted, placing a gentle hand at my back as we left Tori and Zayne, continuing down the hall.
Kade shadowed Ava and I as we continued onward, still protecting her as Zayne would. We could hear the dull murmur of voices further down the hall and in one of the rooms. At one point, we had crouch low to avoid a gaping hole in the wall. Through there, I could make out at least four more men.
We stopped just as the hallway ended in a right turn. At the end of that hallway was a door, with four men sitting around it. Another fold out plastic table had been set up, with beer cans and fast-food wrappers scattered on top. These men were like the others, their guard completely down.
I could understand why they would believe we’d never find this place. It technically existed under the name of Desmond Deville, who was rotting wherever Jaspar Fox had put him. The thought still churned my stomach, a side effect I wasn’t sure would ever fade. If it weren’t for Zayne’s information, would we ever have found this place? Could Garrett, Julian, or the twin’s resources have discovered this?