Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 45

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 45 – For a moment, I convinced myself I was at home with my Grandma. The smell of soup filled the air, thick with garlic, thyme and oregano. The tomato mixture invaded my senses and left me with the feeling of comfort and security. My Grandma’s humming floated through the kitchen into the living room where I laid on the couch. The heat lingering in the California air warmed my skin, soothing my aching muscles.

It was when I found the strength to open my eyes that I realized how wrong I was. I wasn’t in California, and my Grandma was d**d. The peaceful humming was coming from an old woman, whose hair was white as snow. She stood in the kitchen, stirring something in a large iron pot. The heat that danced along my skin was from the crackling fire, just a few feet in front of me.

H****r flooded through me as I realized I had been naked when I was found, and that I now wore a long nightgown. A thick quilt was placed over my body, smelling of lavender and other herbs. I watched in stunned silence as the old woman ladled the soup into a large bowl, her delicate humming filling the house.

I felt my body stiffen as the woman looked my way, a smile forming on her face as she approached me with the soup. Her eyes held the same kindness my Grandma’s used to have, but that was the only similarity between the two. Grandma had been old and frail, her limbs thin and weak. This woman was old, but she was strong. She walked effortlessly; her posture straight yet relaxed. Her hair hung down her back in snow-colored waves.

“Eat this, dear. It’ll make you feel better.” The woman murmured, setting the steaming bowl of soup in front of me. She sat herself in an arm chair, watching me with expectant eyes.

‘Thalia?’ I called out, but was greeted by darkness.

“Your wolf will be back, child.” The woman nodded serenely, “Wolfsbane, nasty business. Try the soup, it’s minestrone.”

As much as I wanted to resist, the kindness in her eyes and the growling of my stomach overwhelmed me. Tentatively, I spooned at the soup. Carrots, celery and onion floated around in the bowl. As I brought the spoon to my lips, the old woman grinned happily.

“Is it good?” She asked with bright eyes, “My son always says it’s too salty. What’s a good soup without a little salt?”

“It’s good.” I nodded, surprised at how strong my voice sounded. “It’s not salty at all.”

“Well thank you, dear.” She grinned, turning her head towards the dark hallway and calling out. “See! She doesn’t think it’s too salty.”

“Trusting her already?” A deep voice scoffed.

An older gentleman stepped into the light, around thirty years old. His hair was dark, but had streaks of light grey. His eyes narrowed on me suspiciously, and I resisted the urge to sink into the plush sofa. His build was large, but tention rippled from him in waves.

“Don’t go frightening the girl, Miles.” The old woman spat, waving at the man with a deep sigh. “Ignore my son, he’s spent too many years battling his own paranoia. You can call me Sage.”

“I’m Aurora.” I replied, giving Miles one last glance before eating another spoonful of soup.

“Beautiful name.” Sage murmured appreciatively, “Now, why don’t you tell us about your first shift. The first is always the worst.”

“My first shift?” I gulped, my eyes widening as I looked between the mother and son. Understanding crossed Sage’s eyes as she read the panic on my face.

“Ah, I see.” Sage nodded, casting a frown at her son who loomed in the hallway. “You haven’t known about your heritage for long, have you? If you did, you would’ve sniffed us out.”

my tone. “I haven’t known for long. It

frowned, sympathy burning in her eyes. “It couldn’t have been easy. Living your life as a human

I frowned, “What does the color of my

Miles scoffed, shaking his head. “I give her a

“White wolves are exceedingly rare, child. That’s how you found me. I’m the last white wolf

you because

calls to like, Aurora.” Sage nodded, “I’ve been in hiding for quite some time. White wolves are coveted for their abilities. White wolves appear when

enough to worry about. I never wanted to be a werewolf, let

do not want it. It’s best you learn what you’re capable of.” Sage replied, her face quickly turning serious. “Just because you reject your heritage,

I scoffed, “I ran to get away from all

an improvement. You enjoyed shifting, yes?

feeling Thalia stir in my mind. “I’ve never felt so free,

Sage

cringed against the harsh sunlight, wondering how long I had been unconscious. As my eyes adjusted,

gardenias, and flowers I had never seen before were sprawled out along the earth. The grass was a brilliant shade of emerald. A small stream cut through the earth,

I breathed, my eyes looking

and every blade of grass. This small patch of earth was like a personal heaven, a private

the

are your ability?” I asked, unable

motioning for

the flowers for me, treading carefully through them. We approached a bushel of tulips, and I frowned as I realized they

Sage murmured, cupping the tulips with her

wore. I watched in silent amazement as

smiled proudly, looking on at the plants and tree’s as though they were her children.

I wondered what Alec

close. Were they still looking for me? Would they simply grow tired of this game of

Thalia murmured, ‘They’ll search the ends of the earth until they find

werewolf. Sometimes we

they don’t know.” I frowned, “I

else know?” Sage asked, turning her full attention on me. I resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze, but

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