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.

position.” Beth breathed; her simple gaze

stop what I was doing. Anxiety knotted itself in

her seafoam eyes conveying true approval. “But I

my jaw going slack as I registered the

late either.” Beth shook her head, casting Jake a sideways glare. “It’s bad enough one of us

town could use a little night-time excitement.” Jake shouted, his attention on the money in the register.

from the occasional drifter wandering down the wide sidewalks. This entire town had such a different feel when the sun went down. During the

ride, Amber?” Beth asked,

a

and carried by the wind. I gave her

Amber!” Beth called out, and I turned in response. “Why don’t you stay

used to people going out of their way to help me. Why would she want me to stay the

have a large friend group. From her athletic and toned body to

how tired my voice had sounded. It wasn’t a physical sense of

eyes eager yet sleepy. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want

of us a sluggish wave and got into his car. Beth was

contorted in distain as she looked at my

eyes trailing over the lumpy mattress

rushed to my face, followed by the swift entrance of embarrassment. The comforter I had been covering up with was littered with holes and a red

my face

something to wear the next day. Within three minutes I was finished and looked at Beth questioningly. Her seafoam eyes were uncertain yet thoughtful as she looked around

long sigh, her eyes

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

blank, and for a second I

your stuff, you’re not staying in this shithole.” Beth let out another sigh, one that made me feel

was to be a burden, I had

the room collapsed into silence. After a few moments I