Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 112

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 112 – The plan since arriving in Mera and Isaiah’s pack had been to get the four of us back home safely in time for the inevitable war, which could easily happen at any second.

Now that not one, but three deadly werewolves were coming for me, we had a time limit to our plans.

Three days, we would have to leave in two.

That meant not only coming up with an evacuation plan, but Mera and Isaiah had to make plans of their own.

Danger and d***h had followed us, putting all of these white wolves at risk. An entire city dedicated to their safety, to remaining invisible. Ten years of blood, sweat, and secrets–and it had all been jeopardized in the span of an hour.

“They’ll find you no matter where you go.” Mera shook her head, seeing the war brewing in my eyes. For a moment, I wondered if she could feel emotions too, or if she was truly just that in tune with everything going on around her. “These people live here knowing it is their safest option, though not infallible. They understand that it’s discovery could happen at any moment.”

“If we leave in two days, is there a chance that your warriors can divert the trail so that they go around the town?” Alec asked, a million idea’s running through his dark eyes. “We could leave tomorrow, just as the sun sets.”

“It is possible, but the most important part is ensuring you four make it back to your pack.” Mera squared her shoulders and turned her eyes to me. “Every single person in this town knows who you are, and they would all willingly sacrifice their lives if it meant getting you out. I understand that you do not want your life put before anyone else’s, but you are the head of this movement. Packs that have remained quiet for decades are finally speaking up. They’re finally stepping forward and it’s because of you. If you d*e, so does the courage that many of these packs are experiencing for the first time. You are hope to them, someone too strong to be controlled.”

How far things had come, from a mundane human to a hunted fugitive. Mera’s words followed me, echoing in my ear as her, Tori, and I left the house. Sabine’s humming sounded oddly like a f*****l dirge as I descended the porch steps with a weight in my chest.

We had no time to relax or reoperate. Isaiah and the twins were staying behind with Sabine, to figure out a plan on getting us out of here safely. Contacting anyone outside of town wasn’t possible, not without risking exposure. Mera and Isaiah could mind link the rest of their pack members, no matter how many miles away.

With Mera at the wheel, we drove into town and pulled into the parking lot of a modest looking building. Made from red brick and rectangular windows, a handmade sign read “Public Library”.

“We won’t have all the answers, but there might be something that can help you.” Mera explained as we entered, listening to the little golden bell attached to the door ring. We were enveloped in the comforting smell of rose incense and warm tea. She made no move to head to the front desk, where a woman in her fifties smiled warmly. Mera made a beeline for a door that read, “employee’s only”. “Marcus also likes knowledge, which means restricting it from everyone else. This is the only safe place we have for our pack’s collective knowledge. Everything we know, passed down from countless generations.”

We headed down a set of metal stairs, into a dark and damp basement. Another door led us to an old meeting room. There were shelves lined against the walls, full of books both dusty and old. Two wooden tables held multiple books on top, some pried open with tools smoothing down the pages.

“We try to preserve the older ones, and repair them when we can.” She explained, gesturing to a wall full of small boxes, “Most of these boxes are official documents, but there’s also news articles going back at least a hundred years.”

“Are all of these recounting from your pack’s ancestors?” Tori marveled, eyeing a book case full of journals. Most of the covers were peeling and the pages stained yellow, but I could only imagine the wellspring of information inside.

“Many of them are, that was how we recorded our history.” Mera nodded, “You’ll find some scientific journals as well, but I’m not entirely sure if any are on the subject of white wolves. You both may take as long as you need. I am going to coordinate with some of the other pack members on how they might aid us with your evacuation.”

“It would take weeks to go through all of this.” Tori shook her head, trailing her fingers over the dusty journal spines. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and I knew that part of her mind was somewhere else entirely.

“Unfortunately, we only have a few hours, but at least I have the best assistant a girl could ask for.” I teased, smiling when some of the worry faded from her eyes.

“Assistant!” She scoffed, precariously pulling a few journals from their shelves before setting them down on the nearest table. Her flaming hair bounced as she plopped down, gingerly lifting the cover with her finger nail. “Now that I know Luna’s can have a Beta, I think I’d like to request a raise.”

It was my turn to be surprised, completely caught off guard. I mean, I had thought the same thing, but I knew how rocky things were between her and Zayne. If there was ever that chance that they could be together, I could never hold her back from that.

For a moment, I wondered if Tori had temporarily taken my abilities, because she read the look in my eye for exactly what it was.

“I know, I think the same thing sometimes.” She hummed softly, glancing down at the journal in front of her. “What if’s and all of that. It just hurts more to think that way, to plan some kind of future with him when he clearly doesn’t want me there. I can’t put my life on pause for him, and if that means never becoming a Luna–well, there’s a lot of good I can do as my best-friend’s Beta. Don’t you think?”

“I think that was well said.” I mused, unable to help the smile that overtook my face. I grabbed a few journals as well, crinkling my nose when the scent of dust and cracked leather fluttered into the air. “Besides, he doesn’t dictate whether or not you’re a Luna. You might have the official title as a Beta, but you’ll always be more than that.”

“So does that mean I got the job?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows in a much more Tori-like fashion.

“Well, I’m not sure yet.” I shrugged, tapping my chin. “There’s a lot I’m going to need from you. References, a d**g test, past employers–“

“I’m pretty sure none of those things matter now that we’re fugitives.” She smirked, emerald-colored eyes warm and light for a change.

We laughed and joked for the next few minutes, stealing back some normalcy from the man who had threw both of our lives through the blender. Through the bleary-eyed chuckles, we could almost forget where we were, even with the scent of old books lodged in our heads.

We got to work right after, wiping trading laughter for quickly exchanged comments on what we were reading. The clock in here had long expired, and ticked away even though the hands never once moved. I knew time was creeping by as my eyes began to dry and the small spot between my eyebrows arched.

“There were so many white wolves back then, with so many different powers.” Tori said softly, both amazed and horrified.

as many.” I said

and brittle feeling newspaper clippings about pack politics and even a

when white wolves

there always is in life, there were white wolves who craved destruction and violence. They did as many humans do; they m******d and stole, took what they wanted from whomever. The

was always a price; a price for freedom. This was that price, that the white wolves let out into the world

I would make sure that we survived, that our kind truly began to flourish, and that those who wanted to hurt the

tiny black script made my eyes ache, and felt like agony as I arced and curved over their p’s and q’s.

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eyes. Lady Anne healed

brittle body

plague and dysentery s*********d our villages, devoured our young and rotted them before our eyes. We felt the loss less than the

and walk in the opposite direction as the ill child. Having children of

had the village been waiting for her d***h, waiting for disease to claim her.

one knew her health was a curse

approach the boy’s broken body. Cartilage and flesh, bone and sinew. A b****y canvas highlighted by the boy’s melancholy

eyes grew bright when she touched the boy, the way my own life

It was that very life she was then giving to the blacksmith’s

heart, the blood in my veins knitting the wounds on

ears. I had not seen Lady Anne since that day, but have long watched the boy grow into manhood, free of illness

helps us, but I think I’ve found something about my abilities.” I frowned, glancing up at Tori. Her hair was a tangled mess from how many times she ran her fingers through it,

enough time to skim the delicate hand writing before the door was wrenched open and Mera came through. The sharp edge to her worry had me standing from my seat, grabbing Tori’s hand to follow

had already begun to set. It was easy enough for her to weave in between traffic as we coasted forwards. “She has episodes, which is understandable considering everything she’s been through. Sometimes they are worse than others, when

and gravel as we clamored from the SUV. A quick patter of feet on the porch

episode wasn’t what I had

eerily so. It was when we came upstairs that we understood what was going

looked to be Sabine’s bedroom. Both pulled me into their embrace, but quickly let me go as I noticed what was going on. A door of pure white painted in splashes of pink and swipes of

off to the side, pleading with his eyes while gently

fiercely, following Isaiah from the hall. “She has never acted

in her room, coated in dark colored paint

was covered in splotches of black and blue, walls of pure crimson. Her movements were twitchy, her eyes wide and glossed

I asked Mera, stepping into the bedroom to get a

awareness there, but not much. As for

feeling my head pound and my vision blur as all of those emotions passed through me. Delicate sparks trickled up my wrists

His words were tinged with worry, whispered down to my

Alec with his spicy scent, and Kade with his rich one. Both masculine and delectable, but noticeably different. “I understand why she has these episodes. It’s like she

Her sister made no notice, still scratching

offhand comment that seemed just a tad too true. The slashes of crimson over top

had placed a hand on her shoulder, tearing Sabine

touch me.” She hissed, colliding into the corner

move forwards. Perhaps it was the mind-splitting fear Sabine felt, and how her psyche seemed to be in two places at once. Or it could have

I was just two feet away from a very terrified Sabine. I glanced between the two sisters’ reading the very different fear in both of their eyes. I felt both equally, and for that brief moment, I was both older and younger sister. Terrified for my life, and the life I had thought

I seemed to have some inkling of what that meant, because I

protect them. You can keep him from them Sabine, but you have to tell us what

my mouth smoothly, despite the obvious tremor in

and fuzzy. She was neither here nor there, but everywhere at once. Trapped beneath Marcus’s thumb, a child thrown into a

about Lady Anne briefly ran through my head, and I wonder if it was that or

soul, this held that similar connection. Only this time instead of pulling and tearing with vicious claws and sharpened teeth, I was giving. Claws and teeth retracted, nothing

in my chest as it thrummed down

her eyes

bed, at her sister who

weak nor were her words whispered. They were spoken with clarity, and not that dreamy tone she had been using when we first met. “What did you do to me? I couldn’t tell the difference between what I was seeing, what was real. I can separate them now, the

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