Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 95

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 95 – “Welcome, everyone.” Marcus called out to the room, turning hushed whispers into silence. His suit was navy blue this time, which made his eyes seem brighter and more vibrant. This man was what most strived to be; attractive, charismatic, wealthy and powerful.

That’s what’s dangerous about the soul. No matter how beautiful you are on the outside, no matter what favors your appearance gains you, the soul can rot from the inside out.

Many of the murmurs were regarding Desmond Deville’s sudden absence. I listened to each and every one, forcing myself to remain calm.

“As I’m sure you all have noticed, we are missing a certain table member.” Marcus lifted an eyebrow towards the room full of witnesses. He turned to face where I stood in particular, and though his eyes were not on me, I couldn’t help but feel a bit paranoid. “Desmond Deville was called back to his pack sometime early this morning. There is nothing to worry about, simply a pack misunderstanding turned into a larger inconvenience. While he regrets leaving ahead of schedule, he does hope to return before the conclusion of our final meeting.”

I tried not to let out my exhale of pure relief too loudly. As though my body couldn’t help itself, my eyes darted over to where Jaspar Fox sat. He wore a thick leather jacket this time, and his raven hair was brushed back from his head. I noticed the faint white line of a scar running across his forehead, and wondered how I hadn’t noticed it before. I instinctively stiffened when my eyes traveled down, and I realized he was staring back at me. His pale eyes were unnervingly calm as they burned into my own. And very slowly, so gentle that no one would notice, Jaspar Fox nodded his head at me.

It was an expression that said, “I’ve held up my end, can you hold up yours?”

“With that being said; Nico Deville, eldest son of Desmond Deville, will take his father’s place for the time being. He will arrive within the hour, and will be fully debriefed on everything discussed thus far. On our final day, should Desmond Deville be unable to return, his son will make an educated vote that represents his father’s authority and expectations.”

There was some whispering that echoed through the crowd, and I turned my ears to each and every word that was uttered. I paused with baited breath, expecting someone to utter those words. There was nothing, no suspicion of foul play. I counted to ten and let out a shallow breath, then intertwined my fingers with Kade. The last helped to relax me the most.

“Now that all announcements have ceased, let us begin today’s meeting.” Brayton Cliff nodded towards the crowd, smoothing down the front of his platinum grey suit. He looked impeccable and professional, but there was a certain rigidity to his body that made him seem uptight and a bit unapproachable.

“Sebastian, you were rather quiet our last meeting. Would you care to begin this one?” Brayton asked thoughtfully, casting a cool glance towards the lowest High Table member.

Sebastian Sable had the most to lose out of any of these men. If I joined the High Table, Sebastian would be tossed to the side. He would be nothing more than your average Alpha. It was clear from his poisonous emotions that he was not joining my team in the foreseeable future.

any conclusions.” Sebastian smiled at the room, but it was a completely empty gesture. It was like watching something alien mimic human expression and emotion, hollow and transparent. “While it is my seat

was completely involuntary. I stiffened immediately after, praying no one had heard.

my narrowed eyes darting

at the spot on my arm Kade had pinched and eyed him angrily. He glanced towards Sebastian and back to

mouthed sheepishly,

we confirmed Ms. Aurora’s abilities and discussed what potential she might have in our world.” Brayton continued without missing a beat, “While she seems to have control over her abilities, it’s within the interest of our kind that we monitor this progress and

she could be of use to our packs, ensuring our kind’s success and all of that.” Jaspar Fox chose

Kade’s emotions turned brittle, but he managed to keep his rage contained while we stood in silence, unable to do anything but watch. “Even though you know little about our world, you have an opportunity to make a difference. So rarely does something like this happen, and it is our hope that you might see this as an opportunity. While we each may have different terms and requests, you are in no way forced to choose. It is your right to accept or deny as

instructed. Only I could hear the pattering of my heart, which mirrored the whispers being flung from all sides of

to your offers.” I chose my words carefully,

He knew I wasn’t fooled, and I would no longer pretend to be. Any deal made with him would surely end in my d***h–or, enslavement. How many other white wolves walked into his land willingly, completely ignorant of what actually lie

and work as one, we are five individual packs with land and customs of our own. As such, any agreements will reflect our singular

words were surprising to some, and murmurs erupted throughout the room. I only caught bits and pieces, but the words I heard were troubling at best. Words like; takeover, always share, selfish, and plotting, came from the mouths of some witnesses. Others denied it, claimed Marcus was doing what was best, and that he had more experience than any other High Table member. Many of these people trusted him, and for the life of me,

and Sebastian practically ignited with rage. What Marcus had done was

your disposal, including anything regarding white wolves. You also have access to my outside sources, should you need more information. It is known that I have a few white wolves living on my territory. I would be willing to transfer any that wish to move, over to your domain. Most in my pack provide protection from rogues. Lastly, you must reside in my pack four months out of the year. There you will train and aid me in High Table matters. These months are up to your discretion, and your mates may attend as well. Should you accept my terms, I would welcome you into your seat as

least. I had almost missed his last requirement, the one that promised my doom. Four months out of the year I’d remain in his pack–like I was an object being passed around. The crowed murmured and cooed at his generosity, while I wanted to snarl and shout. It wasn’t a gift; it was a d***h

was even more surprising–Marcus Novak was cutting his long-time accomplice, Sebastian Sable, out of the picture. He was essentially handing me my seat on a silver platter, and kicking Sebastian off to

also fairly positive he’d lose whatever agreement he had going on

the snap and creak of the wooden dais breaking under his fingers. His eyes conveyed h**l-fire within their depths, and it was all directed on

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