Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 113 – Just as Sabine had said; the Assassin and Hound had finally come, and Chaos followed.

“Are you going to come with us willingly, Aurora?” The Assassin spoke first, her voice a delicate falsetto. “Your little magic won’t work on me, but I’d love to see you try.”

Something at the very pit of my stomach told me not to use my abilities on her. I didn’t have those punch you in the gut feelings very often, but this was one I couldn’t ignore.

The way she sang my name sent a shiver down my spine, which I suppressed with gritted teeth. She plucked a knife from one of the straps around her leg and held it in her hand. Her glossy auburn hair was tightly pulled back, wrapped in a braid at the base of her neck.

She only reminded me of the blade I had as well, given to me by Isaiah before he had left with Mera. It was a kind gesture considering I barely had a clue on how to use the thing. Either way, if the Assassin got her hands on me, this blade could quickly become my salvation.

Clearly, she was the star of the show, the one who led the other two. Chaos was foaming at the mouth, flashing his movie star smile that seemed all wrong with the cruelty in his eyes. The Hound just stood there, mindlessly staring at the five of us, nostrils flaring as he took in our scents.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I assured her, forcing as much false bravado into my voice as possible.

The Assassin shrugged indifferently and nodded at Chaos, whose smile widened into a grin. A tremor of excitement seemed to snake its way down his back, making his fingers twitch and eyes sparkle.

“F**k yeah, been waiting forever for this.” He whooped, inky hair falling back as he threw his arms out towards the five of us.

I realized too late what Chaos’s ability was, and that he hadn’t been aiming for the five of us, but for the twins. The twin’s obsidian eyes brightened, turning a rich shade of crimson that mirrored Chaos’s. H****r enveloped me when I realized that while I could still feel the mate-bond, I no longer had access to their stream of thought. Awareness was leached from their sight, leaving room for nothing but chaos.

Alec and Kade turned towards one another, snarling and tensing up. I acted without thinking the moment I saw Kade’s hand shifting into that of a wolf, nails elongating into curved claws. I lunged forwards, though not towards the twins, and not physically.

I lashed out with my abilities, desperately trying to sink my hooks into Chaos and pull with everything I had. Just as I felt myself make contact, and form that connection, the Assassin sliced through them with cold-hot steel.

She leaped forward with incredible swiftness, with the Hound tailing her. Her muscular form still moved incredibly fast, making me scramble into action. Chaos was engrossed with the twin’s, using them like a child would battle with two action figures.

Kade lunged at Alec, slashing his elongated nails across the soft flesh of his face. I snarled in sync with Alec, who was already shifting before my eyes. I needed to do something, and fast. Another minute and I’d be lucky if I had one mate standing.

I wanted to glance at Tori and Sabine, who were both just as exposed as I, but I couldn’t risk placing attention on them.

Instead, I did what any completely sane werewolf would do and ran.

I veered left into the forest, knowing I wouldn’t make it very long or far. The goal wasn’t to escape, but to get them away from the twins, Tori and Sabine.

It was the exact opposite of what everyone had been telling me—that I was more important than everyone else, that I had to stay alive and away from Marcus at all costs.

My chest was wracked with pain, because at the end of the day, I couldn’t sit by and let the people I cared about d*e for me.

So here I was, running into the arms of the enemy.

Even as I heard the Assassin’s snicker at my back, I couldn’t bring myself to regret doing everything humanly possible to save my mates.

If there was one thing I promised myself, it was that now I needed to be strong. Aurora, weak human daughter of Melissa, was skin shed from my shoulders. There was room for nothing else–no one else, except for Luna Aurora.

I was knocked to the ground, shoved into the dirt just half a minute in. The taste of it filled my mouth, followed by a disgusting grainy texture that crunched beneath my teeth. The gentle scent of gardenias and rose petals filled my nose, and I met the not-so-gentle eyes of the Assassin. They were a deep, chocolate shade of brown that held rich undertones of caramel.

Even though I lacked the fighting skills of your typical Luna, I still had the reflexes.

I wrapped a hand around the leather-bound hilt of the silver blade currently hidden within my belt loop. I had no doubt the Assassin had earned her name by writ of blood, but she had made the same mistake everyone makes when they become the best at their trade; she became complacent, she underestimated me.

I’m positive she was told everything about me, that my abilities were the most dangerous aspect of my personality. I had no formal training, no lifetime at being raised a werewolf, but I now had a network of people dedicated to train me, to keep me alive.

I wasn’t sure where I had found the sudden bout of brutality, or whether it had always lived within me, but I tore the blade from my belt and jammed it into the first thing I could think of; her chocolate-colored eye.

The heart would have been the obvious choice, the easiest when it came to securing a k**l. Alec taught me that going for the obvious k**l wasn’t what you should do against a more skilled opponent. Surprise them, use your inexperience against them.

She hadn’t been expecting me to a****k, much less something like her eye. Such a vital part, especially in her profession.

Metallic warmth splashed against my face, mixing with the dirt granules in my mouth, and the Assassin’s furious howls grated my ears. Instead of panicking and turning her attention to her gaping wound, she tore the knife from her eye and frantically ripped her gloves off. I could still hear the sizzle from her flesh as the silver knife burned her skin, destroying any chances at healing her wound.

was then I fully understood what her abilities were. She didn’t just block magic, she fed on it; stole it from other white

sweat freeze and breath come out in strained huffs. My veins were clogged with ice, churning and

skin, pinpricks of cold in a torrent

life here and now. I could feel her spittle-or perhaps blood, misting across my

few feet away, jolly even as it made my hair stand. The Assassin let go of me, and I gasped as the pressure had finally been lifted from my body. She snarled at Chaos, whose eyes widened in genuine

won’t s***w up s**t.” She hissed, sending me a look so full of venom

opened my eyes to see an upside-down version of the

sloshed back and forth slowly, leaving doubles and triples of everything. With the blood rushing to my head, I could hardly keep up with what I was seeing,

did you do with her little mates?” The Assassin asked, sending me another d***h and destruction filled look that over lapped one another three times. I could still

my attention. “Didn’t have time to maul them the way I been practicing, not with you screaming in the middle of a d**n invasion, making Hound drag my a*s through the f*****g

through me, washing some of that miserable cold. They were alive–which meant Tori and Sabine had to be alive as

took my f*****g eye, Chaos.” The Assassin hissed, and for a moment I thought she might either m****r Chaos,

to work some magic.” Chaos commented in between whistling some annoyingly repetitive tune. He came up behind the Hound and bent over, tilting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His movie-star grin turned lopsided, giving him that perfect boy next door vibe–if the boy next door was a raging psychopath with crimson eyes. “I

The Assassin mused, and I hated this look of gentle contemplation

out at some point because the sun was hanging precariously low in the sky, casting splashes of orange and yellow across the

sound of a car door opening. Her form was hazy at first, but cleared up the more I blinked. She was

for real battle.” Chaos sighed dramatically, though I knew he wasn’t upset over

through my head. Fifteen minutes—if I could stall them for that long, then

turned over and pushed myself into a

of paint, and what I hoped wasn’t blood, along with plenty of dirt and little bits of trash. My fingers ached when I felt a slightly bent nail beneath them. It was one of those large construction nails. Judging

hand around the nail tightly, trying not to look completely frazzled. My heartbeat could be heard throughout the van, but the fast-paced pattering wasn’t anything

door opened, just a few feet away from where I sat. Every muscle in my body tensed,

the van, and when

any excuse for a fight, because he tumbled to the ground like he weighed less than the Hound. I rolled on top of him, jamming the nail as deep into his shoulder as

hand wrapped around my ankle, making me stumble when I should have already been running. Instinctively, I lashed out with the same foot he had grabbed and smashed my heel into his teeth. His grip loosened enough for me to slip free,

barreled into the thick brush of the forest, my breaths labored and pained from the tiny dagger

track, and began counting again. Pain was a distant memory, burning the corners of my awareness just enough to leave a dull ache. I couldn’t feel the pain in my hip anymore, just this tearing sensation whenever I moved strenuously-which was a lot at the moment. I had torn

sense that Chaos would have a knife that harmed its user; to feel

heard Chaos’s joyful whooping fill the forest. It bounced from tree to tree, echoing in every direction yet coming from seemingly nowhere. I continued turning, losing track of where I

tackled to the ground. This time my face was pushed

was lifted from the ground, met with the smell of body odor and

my ear, laughing loudly when I jerked

from the dirt that was spread across my face. The Hound held me again, the ever so

us, his hands in his

six minutes, by the way.” He commented helpfully, and it was in this moment that I knew Chaos was the second biggest monster I had ever met. His smile revealed nothing of the beast that hid within him, “The

He turned to face Chaos; the abrupt motion made my head swim. “You cannot

at the vehicle. Even though it made my body ache to try and use my abilities, I reached out

shook his head, a hand against his heart in a very convincing display of offense. The look was wiped away as easy as it had come, replaced with a carefree smile. “Besides, it’s Assassin you should worry about. She’s the one gearing to k**l her.

the Hound could

him. Thankfully, Chaos managed to shut up long enough for

too fast. I was sure that he’d notice the significant drain, or the Assassin would.

clue if his abilities worked on me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to hold off until the last

fabric of my shirt, I could feel the little knife

wasn’t ready to take down the three of them, but this was a start. My limbs no longer felt like lead and the pain in my chest dulled to a slow throb. I stopped pulling from the Hound the moment I was within sniffing distance of the

still protruding from his shoulder. The quiet hum of the vehicle sounded as we coasted down the highway, away from the fading scent of burning houses and trees. Even as I watched black smoke curl into the sky, and felt

twinsies are back.” Chaos cheered, gleefully turning to look out the back window.

my face. It churned in my gut and rose up in my mouth like acid, searing my tongue and throat so that no sound could slip

the rearview mirror where

them, racing for the vehicle that carried me away. Any

an eye for an eye doesn’t sound nearly fair enough.” The Assassin said smoothly, sparing me a single glance before turning to

scoffed; this time actually offended. He rolled his shoulders and gave

Hound and Assassin