Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 94

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 94 – Jaspar Fox held the fourth seat at the High Table, and was more of an enigma than anyone else I had met. He was quite literally covered in scars. They began on his face, a previous broken nose and some stitches to the cheek. All down his arms and back were scars, rumors said there were even more beneath his pant line. Those particular words had been whispered by blushing she-wolves, witnesses to this entire debacle. They were too afraid to attempt approaching him, but had no problem whispering from the sidelines.

Jaspar was the only one who seemed completely disinterested in the entire meeting. Even as Marcus and Desmond spoke of using my abilities for their own gain, he hadn’t batted an eyelash. His emotions reflected that relaxed demeanor, one that made me wonder if he had ever truly cared about anything.

“I didn’t—” I began, but stopped as I met the frozen eyes of Desmond Deville.

I k****d a High Table member, the second to be exact. Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful.

My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my frantic thoughts.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t k****d before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit.

Jaspar Fox waited patiently for me to finish. I stumbled into the connecting kitchen and rinsed my mouth with water, scowling when I noticed the blank look on his face.

“Well, I’m sure you won’t deny it again.” Jaspar said evenly, glancing down at the three bodies on the floor. He prodded at Desmond’s corpse with his foot and nodded, “Never thought I’d see a soul-eater at work before. Really, though. Did you have to k**l Desmond Deville of all people?”

“It’s not like I had a choice, he attacked me.” I snarled back, finally finding my voice. “I never meant to k**l them, but they backed me into a corner.”

“Be that as it may, what do you plan to do now?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. Jet black hair fell over his forehead, grazing a scar on the side of his neck. “Where will you hide the bodies? Or perhaps you’ll confess and tell the truth, believing you’ll be found innocent?”

could tell the truth all I wanted, but then the world would know what I could actually do. There was no way in h**l I’d be allowed to live freely after

Jaspar mused, tapping his chin with a finger. There was some subtle shift in his emotions, some decision had been

rational werewolf, I scurried along. My heart raced with every twist and turn I made in the halls, convinced some of

the hallway, colliding with a wall of muscle that made my bones groan. My hands were shaking

panicking from across the hotel.” He grunted, brushing

around me, and made me feel protected despite everything. I could still feel the throb in my chest as I worried

feet and placed his lips against my forehead in a

the door to the suite I had been attacked in, my mouth clicked shut. This had to be the right room—I still

scene before me. There was magic and then there was this. It brought an uncomfortable question to mind. If Marcus Novak kept white wolves as slaves, did the other High

was unusually soft, and it sent a little flutter through my chest. “None of this was your fault, sweetheart. If he were still

pointed out with a small smile, just enough

fill until we find

physically hurt to be away from Alec for this long, I trusted

and plan out how we would successfully get the white

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