Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 41 – Aurora’s P.o.v

I wiped the napkin across my damp forehead, grimacing at the ridiculous amount of flour I had managed to get on my clothes.

The uniform looked much like the inside of the bakery; pink and white. Even Jake had to wear one, sporting a pink and white apron as though it were the next fashion statement. Of all the things Jake complained about, the uniform wasn’t one of them.

A white shirt with the words ‘Beth’s Bakery’ stitched into it with golden thread, followed by a pair of jeans and a pink and white apron. As I walked small puffs of flour filled the air, originating from my messy uniform.

Within the first three hours I was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The hot ovens and constant running about did nothing to help. Despite the sweat, I was having the time of my life.

I didn’t have to trudge home to Melissa and Frank, nor did I have to endure the presence of Garrett. For those few hours I worked, I had almost forgotten what I was–a werewolf.

My limbs cried out with exhaustion as I shadowed Beth from station to station. Chocolate eclairs, bear claws, extravagant cupcakes, and cannoli sat on silver prep trays.

Beth had taught me the basics, and somehow, I managed to retain the information. She showed me how to make the dough for most pastries, how to make custards, creams, and chocolate ganache. I was sure after one day the scent of pastries would cling to me like an aromatic perfume, but I had no complaints.

Jake manned the register, a task he refused to give up. While most of the day was quite hectic with heavy flows of customers filing in and out, I had fun the entire time.

Jake seemed to enjoy watching every mistake I made, laughing with gusto each time. His laughter managed to coax a couple smiles from a stressed-out Beth. For once, I was thankful for my werewolf genes. It seemed there weren’t any clumsy werewolves walking around as the enhanced reflexes made it near impossible to be clumsy.

It was amusing how often Beth and Jake would bicker. If they weren’t siblings, and nearly identical in every way, I would have assumed they were a couple.

By closing time, my heart was a jackhammer in my chest. Beth told me she would let me know if I had the job come closing time. Despite my mistakes, I thought I did a decent job for someone who had never baked a day in their life.

“Amber?”

My head snapped up; my attention sucked from my task. I had been wiping down the tables and booths when Beth started speaking. I hadn’t recognized she was talking to me, but quickly remembered what name I had given her.

“Yeah, Beth?” My eyes snapped up to meet her own.

Somehow Beth managed to look gorgeous even covered in flour and dried bits of dough. Her sandy-blonde hair held a hint of gold, sun kissed by the bright Missouri rays. Her eyes resembled the color of a midwinter sky, light and bemused as they fell on my startled face. Jake was nearly identical to Beth in the looks department. They both looked as though they belonged on a runway in Hollywood, not in a small bakery in Missouri.

her simple gaze locked on my

knotted itself in my gut as

eyes conveying true approval. “But I

widened, my jaw going slack as I registered the amusement in her

Beth shook her head, casting Jake a sideways glare. “It’s bad enough one

person. We could’ve just opened a nightclub; I’d come to work early every day. This astonishingly boring town could use a little night-time excitement.” Jake shouted, his attention on the money in the register. Beth scoffed and left

drifter wandering down the wide sidewalks. This entire town had such a different feel when the sun went down. During the day it was bright and flavorful, the aromas of different foods wafting in every direction. At

a ride, Amber?” Beth asked, her eyes bemused yet

my jacket tighter around my torso, giving a half-hearted shrug. “Not really, the motel is

lifted and carried by the wind. I gave her a kind smile and began

and I turned in response. “Why don’t you stay the

caught me off guard. I wasn’t used to people going out of their way to help me. Why would she want me to stay the night? We weren’t friends, and I wasn’t sure we

Beth was the type of girl to have a large friend group. From her athletic and toned body to her golden hair and blue eyes, Beth had never

at how tired my voice had sounded. It wasn’t a physical sense of exhaustion, but

Beth chuckled; her eyes eager yet sleepy. “I wouldn’t have asked if I

and got into his car. Beth was nice enough to stop by the motel so I could grab a

distain as she looked at my crappy motel room. Torn c******s with a hideous seventies pattern, followed by

is where you’re staying?” Beth grimaced her eyes trailing over the lumpy

had been covering up with was littered with holes and a red stain that looked suspiciously

my face so she couldn’t see

finished and looked at Beth questioningly. Her seafoam eyes were uncertain yet thoughtful as she looked

a long sigh,

your stuff.” Beth huffed; her lips pursed as she glared at the poor state of

went blank, and for a second

staying in this shithole.” Beth let out another sigh, one

have let me stay with you.” I shook my head. The last thing I wanted was to be a burden, I had been that enough in my short

collapsed into silence. After a few moments I