Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 24 – I was torn between my miraculously

appearing sperm-donor and the twins stationed at the front door. Each looked at me expectantly, waiting

for me to make the first move.

“This is too much.” I snapped under my breath, feeling much too exhausted for just waking up.

There was no way I planned on letting the twins inside, or entertaining my sperm donor for any longer. I’d

simply retreat back into my bedroom and pretend this entire day never happened. Garrett and the twins

would hopefully be long gone.

‘Let them in.’ The voice in my head rang out clear as day. The voice was so close, I looked around the

room wondering if someone else had came into the house.

‘I know you can here me.’ The voice called out again, sounding exasperated.

“I’m going crazy.” I mumbled under my breath, turning my back on Garrett and the twins as I bounded up

the stairs.

It was all too easy to listen in on their conversation. The house was old and the walls thin. All I had to do

was peak my head from my bedroom to hear whispers of what they were saying.

“You left—Can’t take her now.” Melissa’s voice sounded angry, that same whining tone present in her

words.

“My firstborn—just like me.” Garrett replied in his annoyingly calm voice.

I flopped down on my bed, pulling the covers tight around me. I squeezed my eyes close and prayed for

sleep, prayed for all of this to be a horrible dream. My world had been flipped upside down in a matter of

one day.

‘Aurora.’ The voice in my head was soft and teasing, ‘You can talk to me, y’know.’

‘No, I can’t.’ I shook my head, ‘Because that would mean I’m actually crazy.’

‘You’re not crazy.’ The voice in my head chuckled, ‘I could explain but I don’t know if it’s my place to do

that or not.’

‘The explanation is that I’m clearly becoming mentally unhinged.’ I snapped back, ‘Only crazy people

hear voices in their head.’

‘Well, crazy people and werewolves.’ The voice responded in a calm tone, as if this were simple fact.

‘Yep. I’m going crazy.’ I nodded, ‘Goodbye now.’

Sleep had finally managed to take me. I knew it was well into the evening when I finally woke up. The

bright sunlight was much more dim, the sky darkening in deep hues of blue and orange. A light knock

sounded on my door, and a strange smell flooded into my nose.

The smell was of stale perfume and something dull and spicy. I couldn’t place my finger on it, and I

couldn’t remember ever smelling something like it before.

“Come in.” I grunted, sitting up from the bed with sleep crusted eyes.

Melissa came into my room timidly, and I realized this was the first time she had come into my room in

three years. She had never bothered coming to get me for anything. Today was a day of firsts, and

hopefully lasts.

“Your Father left awhile ago.” Melissa murmured, “He’s going to be coming back soon.”

“Garrett.” I grimaced, “His name is Garrett. Why is he coming back?”

Melissa sat on the end of my bed and sighed, looking truly defeated. Yet another first today, Melissa was

sitting on the end of my bed. She glanced at my face warily, and I noticed I was looking at her through

two clear eyes. Slowly, my hand reached up to my face. I let my fingers graze over my swollen eye,

surprised to find no pain. I couldn’t feel the puffy skin that was once there. Everything felt smooth and

flat. I reminded myself to look in the mirror as soon as I could.

“It’s not my place to say, Aurora.” Melissa frowned, “There’s just some stuff he needs to talk to you

about.”

“I have no interest in talking to him.” I snapped, “Or you.”

Melissa flinched at my words, but I felt no guilt. Guilt couldn’t touch me when I planned to run away in

just a few short days. I planned on working a double shift tomorrow, giving me the entire day away from

Melissa, Frank, and now Garrett. This would be the last bit of money I needed for me to comfortably

leave this town behind. Friday was so close, and I was counting down the seconds.

“I know.” Melissa nodded, not meeting my eyes. “You’ll find it hard to say no to him. He can be very

persuasive.”

“Maybe for you.” I scoffed, “I on the other hand have no problem saying no.”

“You’ve always had his strength.” Melissa nodded to herself, “Certainly not mine.”

“I have my own strength.” I growled, the sound was odd in my ears. Apparently Melissa thought the

same. “I got my own strength from dealing with you and Frank for years. Not from Garrett.”

Melissa sighed, “You’re right. Either way, he’s going to want to speak with you. You don’t have to give

him a chance or let him into your heart, but try and listen to what he has to say.”

“I’m not making any promises.” I shrugged, looking away.

Melissa left silently and I trudged to the bathroom a few minutes later. My jaw dropped as I looked into

the bathroom mirror.

My swollen eye was completely healed, my busted lip absent from my face. It was as though the event

with Grace had never happened. All physical wounds were gone from my body, only the mental ones

remained.

‘You’re welcome.’ The voice in my head chimed out smugly.

‘Quiet.’ I growled, ‘You’re just a voice in my head. You didn’t do this.’

‘Then what did, Aurora?’ The voice teased, ‘Enlighten me.’

I paused for a moment, thinking over the possibilities. Realistically, there were none. Things like this

didn’t happen to normal people, then again normal people didn’t hear voices in their head either.

‘Shut up.’ I mumbled, trudging back into my room.

I sat in the silence and nibbled on a granola bar, thankful the voice in my head remained quiet.

It was strange. The voice didn’t sound like my own, a little deeper and rougher around the edges. Yet I

felt like I knew the person who was speaking in my head, as if they were a close friend. That didn’t

change my feelings on the situation. Only crazy people heard voices. Once I left this town and finally got

established in another, I’d have to look into a psychologist.

Around two hours later, I had absolutely no insight on my situation. I would simply continue what I had

been doing. Ignoring the twins, making money, and pretending Garrett never existed.

A rougher knock sounded on my bedroom door, and Garrett peaked his head inside.

He was wearing a different suit, this one a dark Ash grey. What kind of man changed his suits more than

once in a day? His bright blue eye and rich brown eye stared at me past long lashes.

“Aurora, could I talk to you for a minute?” Garrett asked, his face an emotionless mask. It seemed

Garrett was good at that particular expression.

“Okay.” Was all I responded with.

I watched at Garrett entered my room, his eyes flickering around at my minimal belongings. His eyes

flickered over the cracked and peeling paint, and the metal bed frame my d***y mattress sat on.

“Where are your belongings?” Garrett questioned.

His words had me clenching my teeth. There was interest and concern in his words, two emotions I

couldn’t stand to hear coming from him.

“These are my belongings.” I snapped, “Mind your own business.”

Garrett paused and raised an eyebrow at me, “Your mother’s temper, I see.”

“Say what you want.” I growled lowly, “But I am nothing like Melissa.”

My chest continued to rumble, and I stopped the motion with a wary look. I was making all kinds of

strange sounds today. I passed it off on my failing mental health and the outburst of anger I had earlier.

“Melissa?” Garrett nodded to himself, “Noted.”

“What do you want, Garrett?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You don’t have to call me Garrett, Aurora.” Garrett gave a small and gentle smile. “Call me whatever you

wish.”

I bit back the urge to call him my sperm-donor, feeling like that might be a little childish.

“Garrett is fine.” I snapped, “Quit changing the subject.”

Garrett looked truly uncomfortable in that moment, and I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. If only he

knew he wasn’t the only one extremely uncomfortable with this entire situation. He should’ve just stayed

where he was and minded his own business. He went seventeen years without thinking of me, whats a

few more?

“There is no way for me to break this easily.” Garrett sighed, running a hand through his chocolate

colored hair. “I want you to come live with me, Aurora.”

Again, my jaw dropped. Dropped in surprise, dropped in offense, dropped in disbelief. My—Garrett

wanted me to come live with him? He missed seventeen years of my life and now he wanted me?

“No.” I replied deadpan, no lingering emotion on my face.

Garrett opened his mouth to continue.

“No.” I cut him off.

“Aurora, let me speak.” Garrett frowned, a stern look coming over his face.

I paused, giving him this one moment.

“My—wife and I have just bought a house in town. You wouldn’t have to leave your friends, your school.

All I ask is for you to come live with us. There is much you do not understand about our family, and I

would like to explain it all.” Garrett sounded sincere, but that same strange aura of power surrounded

him. It made him seem bigger, more scary. I could feel it swirling around me, but for some reason it

couldn’t touch me. Garrett wasn’t big nor scary, simply a man who gave himself too much importance.

“Let me make this crystal clear.” A snarl ripped through me, remnants of today’s intense anger flooded

through my veins.

“I am not your family.” I snapped, “I want nothing to do with you. All I want is for you to turn around and

leave my life the way you came. I would never live with you.”

Garrett seemed absolutely unfazed by the anger that wracked through me. The voice in the back of my

head was urging me to calm down.

‘Now’s not the time.’ The voice murmured, ‘We need Alec and Kade for your first time.’

“Aurora, I was not asking.” Garrett’s voice turned stern, making me wonder if he had any other children.

“You are coming to live with me.”

“Why.” I grimaced, my anger seeping from my pores. “Why now.”

“Because you are almost eighteen.” Garrett turned, remorse burning in his eyes. “And I have spent far

too long absent from your life.”

I couldn’t find the words, couldn’t force my lips to form them. His eyes were burning with sincerity, his

voice held hidden longing and sorrow. I didn’t forgive him, not one bit. And yet I couldn’t figure out what

to say, nothing felt right. I wanted nothing to do with this man, and yet he regretted abandoning me. Did

his regret warrant my forgiveness? Absolutely not.

“I saw your—condition when you came downstairs.” Garrett grimaced, “The state of your room, and your

lack of belongings only solidifies my decision.”

I clamped my lips shut. Garrett had that tone most adults had. The tone that made it clear there was no

room for argument. I would simply be wasting my breath. What infuriated me even more was how Garrett

made me out to be a child who couldn’t take care of herself. I had been caring for myself for three years.

Who cares if I didn’t have belongings? That didn’t matter to me.

“I would like to take you to dinner this afternoon.” Garrett paused, “Then I will leave you to pack your

things. I’ll return in the morning to pick you up.”

I pursed my lips, Garrett sure seemed to like things in order.

“Fine, Garrett.” My voice was void of any emotion.

The anger had fully left my system, leaving me with a blissful numb sensation.

“One last thing.” I called out, making Garrett turn in the doorway.

“I will play it your way.” I nodded, my eyes locked on his own. Our eyes equally identical in every way.

“But do not forget that I’ve been taking care of myself all this time. I do not need you, and I do not want

you. Never forget that.”

“I won’t.” Garrett nodded, “Be ready in an hour.”

The door closed behind him, and for some reason I felt as though a lot of doors had been slammed shut

by his decision.

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