Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 115 — As soon as the words left my lips, she dug her fingers into my arm,

the icy claws of her magic latching ontoinstantly. Cold flooded my senses, burning and aching as it sapped what little

strength | had.

“Ariana, do | need to inform you that you are violating a direct order?” Zayne drawled in a bored, yet professional tone.

His piercing blue eyes bore holes into her face, but conveyed not an ounce of concern for my well-being. Part ofwas terrified

that this wasn't just good acting, that the indifference in his eyes was placed there, built from years of practice.

After a few long seconds, Ariana released me.

I had just a few seconds to wonder if her abilities affected all white wolves the sway, before my legs gave out and | fell to the

floor. My head was swimming, a steady drum beat as it throbbed miserably.

“Don't play boss, Zayne. It certainly doesn’t suit you.” Ariana snickered, sendinga dark look that madebite back a wicked

snarl. Her voice was cruel and self-satisfied. “Besides, I'm a higher rank than you. The Alpha’s son.”

I fought to keep conscious, taking deep breaths whilst listening to the two of them argue. Slowly, the spots faded from my eyes,

and | was able to pay more attention to the two of them.

It was becoming more and more clear that the only people Ariana seemed to tolerate were the Hound, and Marcus. Well, I'd say

she more than tolerated Marcus, considering how she followed him around; the Assassin to a King.

Even without the feel of her emotions across my skin, | could see the loathing and jealousy written across her face as she glared

at Zayne.

“Yes, Ariana. You are his favorite pet.” Zayne stepped forwards, towering over her. She didn’t balk, but I could see the hot coals

of rage in her eyes ignite, even if she couldn't act on those murderous impulses. Zayne’s voice was smooth and emotionless,

“But there is one thing we both know; you do not defy a direct order. It doesn’t matter who you are, your screams will sound the

swhen you're punished.”

“You wouldn't f*****g dare.” She hissed, and | swore | could hear her jaw clicking as she clenched it tightly.

“He’s already furious about your... little accident. What do you think he'd do if he found out? Mm, not so tough when you can’t

use your magic on a normal wolf.” Zayne’s voice grew low, and he cocked his head to the side as he stared her down. “Oh, don’t

look so sullen. Now we've both got something on each other.”

| wasn’t sure, but | swore | saw just a flicker of relief in her eyes. | couldn't help but look at Zayne, and wonder if this was how he

had to act all of the time.

Blackmailing each other, constantly at one another's throats just to survive—to climb up the food chain, knowing that you'll never

be safe, not entirely. Not when Marcus Novak sits above you, each day deciding whether or not you deserve to live.

Disappointment and mistakes could sway that choice, two things both humans and werewolves were prone to.

Imperfections; Marcus couldn't handle imperfections.

I now understood that hardened wall around Zayne's emotions, constructed to keep him from feeling too deeply. | couldn't fathom

having that kind of restraint, to hold back each tidal wave before it blasted the shore and soaked the sand.

| wondered how many times those waves barreled him down as a child, how many times he had nearly d*****d in his emotions

before he finally realized, he was so much better off without them.

“Let's escort her back to her cell, and be done with the unpleasantness.” Zayne said smoothly, even though there was definitely a

‘for now’, in that statement.

Ariana went silent for a few seconds, her eyes glazing over before she snapped back into reality. The conversation between her

and Marcus must've been a total of three seconds long, but it was enough to have her glowering down at me.

“Alpha wantsto join the fight. Her little twins are starting fires now. How charming.” She flasheda grin that was all teeth,

like a shark stalking a small fish. | felt a chill work its way down my spine as she continued, “I'll have to drain you again, just to

the point of unconsciousness. Just to keep you weak. Not to worry though, I'll make it extra painful for you. Now, get the fuckup.”

| was still on the floor staring up at her flaming eyes and silky hair. Even though | already felt like ¢**p, frustration managed to

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keepstrong. She was going to hurtanyway, and enjoy every second. What | wasn’t going to do, was roll over and take it

like a dog. | wouldn't submit the way she had to Marcus.

“Maybe you should have waited to drainonce | was back in my cell.” | answered stiffly. My stare was latched onto hers, so

much so that | could see the amber hues in her eyes.

As | knew she would, because Ariana was becoming just a tad predictable, she dug her fingernails into my arm and hauled me

up.

Pain coursed through my arm like tiny daggers, but it was nothing compared to the feel of her actively draining me. Thankfully

she wasn't at the moment, but each step towards my cell acted as the countdown clock.

“I'll drag you, and it won't be by your arm.” She warned, and | knew she was telling the truth.

| stumbled on my two feet, tripping and using the wall to keep myself upright as she stormed down the hall and back to my

padded cell. Zayne followed behind, still leavingconfused as to whether or not he gave a ¢**p about anything.

“Goodnight, Aurora.” Ariana grinned, and the smile would have been sweet if it weren't for the cruelty in her eyes. | was shoved

onto the bed, feeling the sickeningly plush blankets beneath my fingers. The soft touch of fabric was followed by cold skin, and

sharp pain. “Hopefully by the tyou wake, I'll have your twins in chains.”

Darkness engulfed me, but it only seemed to linger for a few moments. Long enough to dull the pain creeping across my body,

making it a pulsing ache. | opened my eyes, which watered instantly against the artificial light and lack of windows.

My vision doubled, and then tripled, showing multiples of Zayne as he stood at the foot of the bed. Once my head was finished

swimming, | let out an incoherent groan.

“Yeah, | get it. You feel like s**t.” He said indignantly, coming around to the side of the bed. | let out a sound of protest as his

hand wrapped around my wrist, more than uncomfortable from the feel of his icy skin. He scoffed under his breath and tugged,

“Con, Aurora. Get the h**l up.”

“What?” | snapped, turning my head enough to glare at him.

Something soft and sweet was shoved in my face, makingrecoil halfway across the bed. When | brought a hand to my

mouth, | frowned at the sweet tasting frosting that coated my fingers.

“Your sugar is low, and you haven't eaten in four days.” Zayne pointed out, his voice flat and impatient. “Marcus means to starve

you until you comply, which would be any day now considering he’s also not letting you feed from any souls.”

I had no tto contemplate the chances of being p******d, because at the taste of the disgustingly sweet food, it snarled and

howled for more. | finished off the contents of the cake, gulping down a glass of water to get the sweetness from my tastebuds.

“The cameras are on a loop. It was a one-tfavor from a friend in security, so we're on borrowed time.” He scowled.

“What about the fight? Are Alec and Kade alright? Ariana isn’t here, is she?”

“The fight is still ongoing. Ariana joined in twenty-three minutes ago, and as far as | know, the twins are safe.” He said in a rush,

glancing towards the closed door.

“Are you here to help me, Zayne?” | asked after a few seconds of silence, still too drained to even think about searching for his

emotions.

“I'm here to do what | can, like | promised.” There was a hint of pain in his voice, just a sliver of vulnerability that made my heart

drop. His voice was still smooth, though it was much darker now. “He found out about Tori, through blood and magic, he found

out. He's threatening to hurt her and her family, and it's my indifference to you that spares her.”

“So, you can't getout of here.” | whispered, fearful but far from defeated. | felt the cool metal of the charm bracelet around

my wrist, and knew | needed to take a leap. | held it up, letting Zayne get a good look at it. “This was a gift from a friend. It sent

out my location to the twin’s yesterday. They'll be here any day now, and when they get here, they're going to need a way in.”

It wasn’t a position | wanted to put him in, but this was about finishing what | had started, tending the flthat had erupted into

a full-scale bonfire.

“Smart.” He snorted, smiling in a way that made my stomach feel sour. “He left that on you because he assumed it was a gift

from your mates. Figured it would motivate you to behave.’

Zayne was at a cross roads. He could remain inactive to protect Tori, but she would forever be hunted, because she would never

leave my side. It was her loyalty | was sure of, and that was how | knew Zayne would help. Even without the use of my magic, |

could feel that something had changed. At spoint, whether he knew it or not, he had accepted the bond between them.

“Be prepared. | won't be able to give you a heads up.” Was all he said, eyes grim and jaw clenched. He was silent for so long

that | thought he might just turn and leave. His eyes flickered towards the door as he asked, “Can you use your abilities subtly?

Without the victim knowing of it?”

| was long past flinching at the mention of my powers, and nodded in response.

“Then it’s a good thing there are three guards stationed outside of your cell.” He replied with a twitch of his lips, taking away

sof that rigidity from his jaw. In two large strides, he stood at the metal door. “Be sure to look sickly once Ariana comes

back, or she’ll use her magic on you again, and it does look rather painful.”

“A****e.” | muttered, slumping back onto the bed as Zayne pounded on the door twice.

It swung open with a thud, revealing one of the meatheads guarding my cell. When the door clattered shut, | slowly moved from

the bed. Rather than leaning against the door, which clearly had spercentage of silver within the metal, | opted for the wall.

| assumed Zayne wouldn't have mentioned feeding off of the guards if the walls had silver within them as well, so | decided to

take my chances. If it didn’t work—well, I'd just have a migraine for a few hours.

| slumped to the floor, my back against the wall as | closed my eyes and let the sounds trickle in from around me. | couldn’t hear

far, thanks to the reinforced walls and door, but | could hear the muffled chatting from the guards.

It took stand concentration to feel the flicker of light within their bodies, but slowly they raised to attention. All of my

instincts said to take what | need, to tear it from them for the damage they had a hand in. | knew exactly what that would result

in, a long trip from Ariana.

Instead, | fought against my instincts. Instead of sinking my fingers in deep, | trailed along the surface. Even though the power |

received was minimal, it was like a breath of fresh air that cooled my lungs and soothed my muscles.

My shoulders slumped, and | let my head fall back against the wall as pain and agony seeped from my bones, replaced with just

a small trickle of warmth. | stayed that way for what felt like nearly an hour, slowly sapping the strength from my guards.

| stood from the floor, unable to risk taking anything more without them noticing. Eventually they'd grow tired, and if | took too

much—d***h would certainly follow. My legs no longer felt like jelly, and the soreness had mostly faded.

When | heard their voices sputter out, along with a creeping coldness, | knew | had stopped just in time. | began to hear the

sound of the locks being unlatched, one at a time.

The room was small enough that | made it to the bed before Ariana strolled in. There was no point in throwing back the blankets,

| hadn't bothered when | passed out the first time. | laid on my stomach, my hair a knotted mess and my face buried in the

pillows.

Her footsteps were soft, calculated as she headed directly for where | laid. | heard her scoff of disgust, followed by the distinct

feeling of a combat boot against the side of my head. She nudgedhard enough to makewince, and | didn't hold back the

half-conscious snarl that left my lips.

“I must've taken a lot out of you.” She snickered softly, her voice just inches away from my head. | didn't stiffen, but | also made

no move to indicate that | had heard her. Still, she felt the need to continue. “Or maybe you're just not as strong as everyone

thinks you are. It's pathetic really. Lucky for me, I'm your kryptonite.”

Ariana didn’t linger for long, givingone last nudge with her boot before leaving the room, whistling a jolly tune that made me

want to leap from the bed.

I made it a point not to hate—the emotion itself was similar to toxic waste. But Ariana, she was the closest | had cto feeling

that emotion for myself. The beauty in her scowls, the cruelty that seemed so odd on such a young face. You would expect a

monster to look the part, but no—they were often the most beautiful of creatures.

| didn’t move from my spot, feeling the camera’s steel cold eyes on my back as | moved with each deep, slumbering breath. |

stayed there until sleep finally did claim me.

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| woke again to the feel of a boot on my face. This twhen my eyes snapped open, | glared up at Ariana with bared teeth. Her

thick, obsidian braid dangled in my face, the tips brushing against my nose.

“Tto wake up.” She snarled, realizing | was focusing solely on the large eyepatch that took up nearly one fourth of her face.

| let out a raspy yelp when her fingers tangled in my hair, pullingup and into a sitting position. Pain washed over my scalp

and | could feel the individual hairs being torn from my head. | scrambled to follow where she led, and only when | was sitting on

the floor, did she remove her claws from my head.

| snarled up at her, whipping my head to glare at Marcus where he stood against the far wall.

He had changed his suit, opting for one that was charcoal in color. His tie was a pale shade of blue, identical to his and Zayne'’s

eyes. By all accounts, he was a handsman, but once you saw the monster that hid within his gaze, it was something you

wouldn't forget.

“I haven't seen Ariana hate someone this much before.” He stated, eying the two of us like experiments, rather than actual

people. “You two will have to remain civil once we start working together.”

Through the sandstorm of fury, | had a thought. It was petty, rising from the depths of my mind, directed at the woman | had

cto very nearly hate.

“If | were to join you, would | outrank Ariana?”

It was a stupid question, but it was one | knew would p**s Ariana off. Marcus would tell the truth, because why would he care

what Ariana or | thought?

“If that's what you wanted, then yes.” He lifted an eyebrow, but then shrugged indifferently. “l would nyou my second in

command. Under supervision, of course.”

The rage and flicker of fear on her face filledwith more warmth than any soul could. Any guilt | felt was squashed by the fact

that she willingly chose to work for Marcus. That meant she could suffer the consequences when he treated her like his other

minions—expendable.

“Of course.” | grinned sardonically; my eyes latched on Ariana’s reddened face.

“As you've stated many times though, you will not willingly join us. Really, | hoped your sense of self-preservation would lend

swisdom, but clearly | was mistaken.” Marcus sighed, the disappointed parent. How | could have lived up to my potential,

the ultimate weapon. | bristled as he continued, but kept unnaturally still in case Ariana wanted to make a grab for me. Marcus

frowned down at me, but there was no sympathy or regret in his eyes. Only the unnerving determination to do whatever needed

to be done. Whatever propelled him closer to his goal. “Your twins have retreated, revealing themselves for the cowards that they

are. | now realize that in order to inspire your loyalty, | will have to break your spirit. You will cwith us to your pack, and when

your people are broken and d***g, your surrender will smother the last of their hope. Sleep while you can, Aurora. | want you

awake for the following events.”

Ariana tapped on her wrist, a clock ticking down—it's hands invisible to the eye, but still tcontinued. And soon, soon it would

run out.

There was nothing forto do once Marcus and Ariana left, taking the smoldering fumes of my hatred and fury along with them.

I curled up on the bed, hating the way the blankets felt against my skin, how they smelled of laundry detergent and dryer sheets.

They weren't the ones the twin’s used, the ones that smelled both masculine and earthy.

My thoughts and worried meshed into one, coagulating into a nightmare that seemed to have no beginning or end.

| was running through the blood-soaked streets conjured up by my subconsciousness, evading Marcus's claws as they came

down from the sky, when a loud siren sounded. It blasted through my dream, one loud whoop after another. His hands gripped

my shoulders, nails digging into flesh as he tore and tore...

My eyes snapped open, the sound of Marcus’s laugh ringing in my ears as the hazy images of my dream faded from behind my

eyes. Those hands, they were still on my shoulders, but their fingers were no longer digging into me. There was no pain, just the

soothing clash of sparks as they danced across my skin.

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