Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 93 – Marcus Novak considered himself a collector, but things became difficult when your possessions were living humans with thoughts, feelings, and a will of their own.

His own son had slowly begun to turn against him, though not for the same reasons most would. For reasons completely unknown to the three of us, Zayne Novak needed a group of ten white wolves transported from his father’s territory.

It was strictly a stealth mission; in and out. The white wolves would be deposited at the edge of Marcus’s territory by an ally. Our job is to transfer those white wolves to our territory.

Being caught would ensure a huge mess, one most of us might not escape from.

Marcus Novak would have all rights to a****k us for taking something of his. If we were to be the ones venturing on his territory–d***h sentence. So long as Marcus remained in the dark, all parties were safe.

“Naveah and Isaac, they’re the most important. They have to get out at all costs. The others will stay behind and help them escape if need be.” Zayne told the three of us, a sour look on his face as we commited the details to memory.

“What makes the two of them important?” Kade asked, all business.

I stuck close to Kade, using his towering form to give me some confidence. “Any abilities we need to know about?”

“Isaac can help. He’s good with emotions, in a different way than you, Aurora. Naveah, not so much.” Zayne replied curtly. I tried to suppress my surprise as he said my name for the first time. It wasn’t progress, as much as I wished it were so for Tori’s sake. What he said next sobered the three of us a bit. “She’s pregnant, there’s no telling what the kid might be. It’s only a matter of time before my father grows impatient.”

“You can’t speed a pregnancy along. Even Marcus Novak can’t force nature.” I scoffed defensively.

It was more a reflex than anything else, a need to put down the monster that reared its head. A monster with the face of Marcus Novak.

“He has no need for Naveah. He keeps her around because she’s Isaac’s mate. Her abilities are incredibly rare and unique, but they are passive. My father has no use for passive abilities.” Zayne replied darkly, “If the kids powerful enough, he might not need Isaac either. The baby’s been showing signs lately, doing magic from inside the womb. Not only do they have limited options, but they’re also running low on time.”

We had twenty four hours to come up with some sort of plan. Come tomorrow night, we would need to act.

“Alec–when do we get Alec back?” I said a bit frantic.

Zayne must’ve seen something urgent and unpleasant in my eyes, as he felt the need to take a few steps back before replying. I could feel myself bristle at his words, even if I did understand his side of things.

“I’ll help your mate when these wolves are safely transported.” He replied thickly, his eyes darting between Kade and I as though one of us might lunge for his throat. Again, I couldn’t blame him. “If it isn’t clear–I am trusting you with these wolves lives. Even after I help your mate, you’ll still have them in your custody. All I have is your word that you will not harm them, and you haven’t even given me that.”

“Somehow you don’t strike me as the type of guy to honor someone’s word.” Tori snorted in Zayne’s direction, her words neat and venomous.

“There’s very little you actually now about me.” He replied cold and flat, but that didn’t deter the inferno that was Tori.

“Mm, let’s see. Self-centered, rich, spoiled, sadistic.” Tori nodded to herself, ticking each attribute off on her finger. As much as I wanted to stop her, she deserved this. Just as Zayne deserved to be reminded of his idiotic choices. “You’re like a diamond, Novak. All pretty and shiny to look at, but at the end of the day, it’s just a rock.”

the tension in the room snap, but even with the

in between the two. Kade’s arm created a cage around my

vague comments about werewolves and dominance, something the

yourself through trials and tribulation, that was a huge part of

Zayne was trying to accomplish. Whether it was the fractured mate-bond, or Zayne’s own

hands grasped the tops of Tori’s arms, as he pushed her back towards the wall. He snapped at her neck with semi-elongated teeth, and it took me a moment to realize what he was

that covered the floor and pivoted. The movement was smooth

gut, and I couldn’t suppress my

her toes until her eyes reached his, and snarled in his face with a voice that

can follow. You–you are a selfish, misguided, coward that has so much power, so more than he realizes. Power to change things, but you won’t. The world

every insult and spiteful word, pulling them into the snowstorm that constantly clung to him. His eyes were shards of ice as they burrowed into

flushed. Rosy red across his cheeks and

from him. The first unbridled, human emotion. It wasn’t encased

hero and villain, and left the suite with

three of us called a meeting with Julian, Garrett, and the Twins parents. For the time being, we were shifting our focus from Alec to these white wolves. It made me sick thinking about it, but we only had twenty-four hours. I

stay with Julian and Garrett

the suite, bleary eyed and heavy hearted. I had tried tugging down Alec and I’s bond, like

hour and a massive headache later, a knock sounded on the door. I tiptoed over and looked through the peephole,

guards at our room tonight. We had our own men watching over us, but there were

kind of scheduling error and cracked

plain note card. While it looked as though it were from Zayne, the handwriting was entirely different. Not nearly as neat as Zayne’s handwriting, and a few lead smudges made me wonder if the author were

that caught my attention, but

to stop Marcus Novak,

so

those kinds of allies. I was near-certain the note was from the golden

and previously washed laundry. My phone was snug in my back pocket, and I kept a hand on

and jumped when the door slid shut. The lighting was poor, but I could clearly make out a large

scotch in hand was none other than Desmond

of his. Both gravely and smooth, much like the scotch he was drinking. “I find g******g enlightening. You can learn so much about a person based on

really here for chit-chat.” I cleared my throat, shifting

it would take a few showers

he looked incredible. His rust colored hair made him even