Mated to the Alpha Twins

The twin’s parents contacted us nearly an entire day later. While they had the address for the safehouse, there was no way for
us to contact anyone in the outside world. There were no telephones in the entire house, and our own cellphones were lost or
broken during the chaos.
“They won’t come here.” Kade reassured me, ” Marcus’s men could be anywhere. Coming here would only bring trouble.”
Even though I cherished these hours with the twin’s, they were wrought with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel like the world was
holding its breath, waiting for the next move to be made. Marcus had clearly made the first move, ordering my capture along with
Tori and the twins. It was our turn, but we were in no position to do anything.
Both Tori and Zayne stayed in their rooms for most of the day, managing to come downstairs at different intervals. While it
might’ve been chance, I had the distinct feeling they were completely avoiding each other. I thought back to last night and the
interaction between the two of them, wondering if something more might’ve happened once, she shut the door behind them.
Ava had actually stayed in the living room all night. The twin’s and I had come downstairs to her wrapped in a cocoon of
blankets, with various snacks littered around her body. While she didn’t go any further into detail, Ava mentioned her large family
and the closeness between them all.
The day passed slowly, but the twins had their ways of distracting me. In truth, I think they needed the distraction as well. I knew
that not only were they worried about the countless white wolves within Marcus’s walls, but they were worrying about their own
pack. Actual war, it’s not something an eighteen-year-old ever thinks they might experience. Where the concept was once
concrete in my mind, I now couldn’t wrap my head around it. Even with the confusion and guilt, I knew I’d remain strong. It wasn’t
just about me and my freedom anymore, it was about the freedom of thousands.
I was finding it hard to sleep that night, even after hours spent in their embrace. I listened to the ringing in my ears when the
silence became to deafening, staring up into the darkness that cloaked the ceiling. The twins had both fallen asleep already,
even though I knew both would wake from little more than a whisper.
I was the first to hear the feather-light knock on the door. Both Alec and Kade woke up, awareness already forming in their eyes.
You could have easily convinced me I was dreaming when Kade opened the door to reveal a pale looking Zayne leaning against
the frame. The three of us were silent long enough for Zayne to roll his eyes and come walking in. I could feel how he forced
himself to stand upright, to shove and bottle his pain until his entire body throbbed.
“Look, Tori’s the one who knows all of the medical stuff.” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re going to have to get
over being around her so she can fix your wounds. I’ll only end up doing more damage, the twin’s even worse.”
“I am not here for medical attention.” He said through clenched teeth, his eyes hardened into sheets of ice. “I am here because
this is the only way to speak with you without her overhearing. As you’re well aware, she’s–difficult to get along with. I don’t need
her interfering in these plans, not when they can tip the scales in this war.”
“We’ll go back to the part where Tori is the difficult one later, but explain this plan.” I toned my snarl down into a venomous

whisper. “Staying in the shadows only works for so long Zayne, especially with something this big. This isn’t just about rescuing a
few white wolves; it doesn’t just end with that. Not anymore.”
“I understand clearly what’s going on, more than you know. I’m all but signing my f*****g d***h warrant.” He grunted, walking slow
and stiff to the couch across the room. There was pain in his stiff movements, even if they looked formal and polite. Shadows
hung in the depths of his eyes, and his emotions were just as blocked as they had been when he was sober. “I fully intend on
coming out of the shadows, at the right moment. When you take my father’s head, I will be the one to bring him to his knees.”
As much as I despised Zayne, and only tolerated him for the sake of this war and Tori, this was what we needed. We needed the
upper hand, an advantage against the most powerful person in our world.
“What’s your plan?” Alec was the first to ask, his once carefree face now hardened from equal parts loathing and determination.
“First, I need you to tell me something.” Zayne said, his eyes directly on me. “How is it that my father found out about our
involvement with rescuing your mate here?”
I figured Jaspar hadn’t the time to tell Zayne with him getting dragged off and tortured, but the two actively worked together,
which meant I trusted him with the truth.
“A white wolf that Marcus brought, she saw the memory in my mind when she touched me. ” I explained as best I could,
recounting the woman that had bumped into me.
“Cleo. She works for my father willingly. You’ll find that not all white wolves are unhappy with their positions. They thrive just as
much on cruelty as my father.” Zayne said darkly, “The only good thing out of this, Cleo can only see a single memory at a time,
and she has to know what to look for. My father must have fed her the information about your missing mate, and she followed the
path in your head.”
“This is a good thing, how?” Kade asked, sitting beside me on the couch. I sat between my twin’s, thankful that I wasn’t still
tossing and turning in bed. Hopefully discussing war plans would help calm my mind. “Marcus has no reason to trust you
knowing that you helped us.”
“Cleo’s abilities are like watching a recap of a television show. She can’t hear your thoughts or most of the conversation. The
longer she keeps contact with you, the more details she can get. She must’ve seen just enough for my father to assume guilt.”
He explained, his eyes peering out the window, to the darkness that peeked between the c******s. “Which means he’s still
clueless about my involvement with the white wolves. He also has no knowledge of our agreement or the reasons behind my
helping you.”
“You’re going to feed him a story, something that would put you in the clear.” I pieced it together, feeling my stomach sink for both
Tori and Zayne. “You’re going to go back.”
“Yes, I am going to go back. I plan on leaving tomorrow night.”‘ He answered smoothly, his eyes betraying nothing. “I will tear his
pack down from the inside, while you gather your armies.”
That small shred within me that still housed the fearful human girl–she wanted to run for the hills. It was becoming all too real for

her, some magical fantasy turned dark and b****y. She had signed up for the endless, eternal love–not the magical enslavement,
m****r, and lies.
“How–how does war work?” I asked plainly, even though the question itself wasn’t stupid in the slightest.
“Packs always formally announce acts of war against one another. They’re recorded so we can always remember our history.”
Surprisingly, it was Zayne who explained. I liked to think that he wanted to speak, to distract himself from whatever mess was
going on inside of his head. “At times, an Alpha will challenge another to single combat, to save their packs the pain and loss of
war.”
“I don’t suppose Marcus would be interested in single combat?”‘ I suggested with a brittle laugh that quickly sputtered out.
“My father will not show such courtesy. He will use every ounce of power at his disposal, even if it means sending his warriors to
their deaths.” Zayne said in a gravelly voice. “Most of the warriors are just a formality, bodies to protect the white wolves that are
his most powerful.”
“What’s this story you plan on giving to Marcus?” Kade asked, his dark eyes like bright orbs in the poorly lit room. “I assume it’ll
paint Aurora and I as the enemies.”
“As bad as it sounds, I think that’s the smartest thing to do.” I frowned, “That’s what Marcus is trying to do, show the world that
were the bad guys. If his own son shows up telling a story about how we held him against his will, it’ll give Marcus even more
reason to believe it.”
“Then what’s the story?” Kade grunted, some of the hardness in his eyes eroded as he looked down at me.
“Well–we caught Zayne off guard and attacked him. We forced him to help us get Alec back and left him in one of the hotel
rooms when we were finished.” I suggested, knowing that the story had holes. It was the best I could come up with at three in the
morning.
“He’s going to torture me regardless, so I better get my stories straight.” Zayne said evenly, without a trace of emotion. What hurt
me the most was how nonchalant he sounded, as though that kind of punishment was normal growing up.
“Won’t he just use Cleo on you once you get back home?” I pointed out, knowing that could ruin his plans before they even
begun.
“Once I’m in my father’s pack, I have allies of my own. There are a lot of protective abilities among the white wolves, and more
than enough owe me a favor or two.” He replied without looking away from the window, “We’re going to need more details. If you
and Kade subdued me, why did I not simply mind- link my father or his men?”
I paused for a moment, working through the steps.
“We used silver on you, enough to knock you out and cut your connection to your pack.” I said a bit slowly, feeling the pieces
click together in my mind.
“Up until we went there, you had no clue the house existed. Won’t Marcus know that?” Kade asked, which turned out to be a
very good point.

“I’ll tell him I’ve known about it the entire time.” Zayne shrugged, meeting Kade’s eyes. “I know he purchased it nearly a year and
a half ago, and who the buyer was, which will be proof enough for him.”
“Once we had Alec back, we left you in one of the hotel suites. We knew you couldn’t miss this meeting or it would draw
attention, so we injected you with just enough to knock you out for an hour. It wore off in time for the meeting, which you then
showed up for. You didn’t have the time to tell Marcus what happened, because the meeting had already begun.” I concluded,
feeling somewhat proud with myself.
“What about Ava? Won’t he know from Aurora’s memory that she was there as well?” Kade pointed out.
“Your cynical nature is really proving handy on this one, brother.” Alec smirked from beside me.
“How long did Cleo touch you for?” Zayne asked, his voice sharp. “I need you to be as accurate as possible.”
“It couldn’t have been for more than a few seconds, but there’s no way for me to know for sure.” I replied, refusing to balk under
his gaze.
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take.” He said with finality, “She was with Kade for the first half. Let’s hope that’s the part that Cleo
viewed.”
While I wasn’t exactly happy with sending Zayne back to his father, it wasn’t a horrible plan. If it worked, it would give us that
upper hand we desperately needed. In the end, it was Zayne’s choice to make, but there was still something bothering me. I
could feel it in my chest, picking and scratching as it made itself known.
“Why can’t we tell her, Zayne?” I asked seemingly out of the blue. “She understands just as well as anyone that you make your
own choices. If this works, it could change things, but it’s your risk to take.”
“She will know nothing about it, Aurora.” He said harshly, his cool demeanor turning bitter. I could feel next to nothing from his
emotions, and the wall he had erected around them. Brick by brick, Zayne and his father built that wall. “I don’t want her mixed in
with what I am doing, and not for the sentimental reasons I’m sure are going through your head right now. She has no place in
any of this. I might be stuck working with you three, but she is a distraction I never asked for.”
I wasn’t sure if he noticed that last part had slipped out, but his anger was palpable. The twin’s stiffened on either side of me, but
I quickly told them both to cool it.
When Zayne had first showed up at the door of the twin’s cabin, I felt absolutely nothing from him. The wall around him was of
thick granite, impenetrable and solid. After meeting Tori, the rock began to chip and erode; seared by her intensity and passion.
That wall around him was going to shatter, and I only hoped Tori was free from the explosion when it did.
Against my better judgement, I pushed again. He was finally doing the right thing, standing up to Marcus in the one way that
mattered. He was stepping into the light and accepting his role in creating this new future, but I still couldn’t fathom why Tori
couldn’t be a part of this new future with him. One where Marcus wasn’t there to exact control over him, one where he was free
to choose Tori.
“What you’re doing doesn’t make any sense, Zayne. Did Marcus mess you up that badly that you can’t see what you’re giving

up? She’s literally meant for you, in all of your ignorant, stubborn, a*****e ways.” I scoffed, hardening my face as anger flashed in
his eyes. “We’re trying to change things for everyone, to create something new and better. There is no reason for you to be doing
this to her. She deserves better, and yet she’s saddled with you.”
Anger sizzled and burned through the cracks in his wall, though the emotion wasn’t scalding like Tori’s was. Zayne’s anger was
through lashes of ice and spiderwebs of bitter frost.
“I don’t have to explain anything to you, not a single f*****g thing.” He snapped, his voice dripping with rage.
He stood from the couch, his hands trembling as he clenched them at his sides. He never even bothered looking at the twin’s as
he turned and walked stiffly from the room.
Just as he opened the door, I spoke loud enough for him to hear.
“Your emotions come out when your drunk, Zayne. You can’t hide that.”
The door clicked shut, sending the room spiraling into silence for the second time.
Zayne’s plan was a good one, but it was one full of danger. In my mind, Tori had a right to know. She was a part of this mess,
hunted by Marcus for simply being important to me. While I supported Zayne’s choice–I knew I couldn’t lie to her.
My hope about war meetings and sleep had come true. Wedged between Alec and Kade, with nothing more than their body heat
and a thin sheet to keep me warm, I floated in that blissful space between sleep and awareness.
My eyes were torn open by sunlight covered daggers that clashed in my brain as they collided. Aware of nothing more than the
pain and the sheet tangled around my legs, I groaned and heaved myself into a sitting position.
“Get dressed, sweetheart.” Kade grunted, walking past me with a lot more speed than usual.
A shirt and a pair of jeans was tossed on the bed in front of me, but I was still having trouble processing. Instead of asking
questions, I stood and took a few minutes to get dressed. I must’ve been moving too slowly because Alec strolled over to help
me.
“You’re a very heavy sleeper.” He smirked, slipping my arms through the shirt holes.
“Did something happen?” I asked, fighting to keep the grogginess from my voice.
“Yeah, something happened.” Alec grunted; his relaxed demeanor replaced with one of frustration. “Zayne left last night.”
Like a bucket of water splashed against the side of my head, I was fully awake from that point onward. Alec and I came
downstairs to a furious Tori, and Kade who took the brunt of it.
“Were you going to tell me that he planned on leaving?” Tori snapped, her narrowed eyes on Kade. When she noticed Alec and I
standing in the doorway, her emerald eyes fall on us.” Were any of you going to tell me?”
“I was going to tell you, I swear.” I promised her, leaving Alec’s side to step forward. I could feel the anger and betrayal radiating
from her, sinking into my skin like razor sharp daggers. “He said he wasn’t leaving until tomorrow night. I figured it could’ve
waited until the morning. I had no clue he was going to leave a few hours later.”
She looked skeptical, and the thought of her doubting me made my chest throb and ache. I masked the pain and hoped she

could see the truth, that I wouldn’t keep something like this from her, not about her own mate.
“The moment Zayne told us what he planned; Aurora made the decision in her mind to tell you.” Kade spoke up for me, meeting
Tori’s gaze head on. His voice was strong and sure when he spoke, “On mine and my brother’s honor as Alpha’s, Aurora had
every intention on telling you before Zayne left.”
Little by little, the suspicion in her eyes dissolved, taking the pain in my chest along with it.
The rest of the day was wrought with tension, as that looming sensation of the world holding its breath grew stronger. After a few
hours of mindlessly watching television or exploring the house, I was ready to break free from this place. What I hated worse
than the violence and betrayal was the waiting, waiting for something to happen.
As the clock on the far wall hit ten o’clock, the tablet on the table erupted in a shrill blaring around. Where it was first annoying in
volume, it ratcheted up when the sound connected to the speakers on the television.
Alec came running into the room, a plate of forgotten food in his hand. There was nothing on the screen, nothing but darkness.
The shrill sound continued for a few more seconds, when a click sounded from the television mounted on the wall.
The television blinked on, bringing bright light and the enlarged image of Jaspar Fox’s face. He was standing a few feet away
from the camera, his onyx hair an untidy mess on his head. The leather jacket he wore was ripped in a few places, and the
patches were peeling off. He looked at the camera, and began speaking.
“Hello, Aurora. If you’re getting this message, it means I am d**d.”