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.

before I had the chance to get away, and it was then I fully understood what her abilities were. She didn’t just block magic, she fed on it;

strained huffs. My veins were clogged with ice, churning and scraping

into my skin, pinpricks of cold in a

if she’d just end my life here and now. I could feel her spittle-or perhaps blood, misting across my face. “This

sounded from a 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 surprise. “Why in the f**k did you

her get the upper hand, and it won’t s***w up s**t.” She hissed, sending me a look so full of venom that

scent of body odor as it flooded my nose. I opened my eyes to see an upside-down version of the world,

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, so I decided to focus

asked, sending me another d***h and destruction filled look that over lapped one another three times. I could still feel the cold rattling in my chest from where she had touched me with

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

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

Assassin hissed, and for a moment I thought she might either m****r Chaos, or come finish her work on me. “I’d like

see why our soul-eater here needs two eyes 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 call dibs on the brown one. I think

and I hated

then twice before we had finally emerged from the forest. I knew I had to of blacked out

form was hazy at first, but cleared up the more I blinked. She was glancing down at her watch, tapping on the small screen.

weren’t ready for real battle.” Chaos sighed dramatically, though I

that long, then

but quickly turned over and pushed

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 from the way my fingers stung, there had to be some percentage of silver within the material. It was stuck under a small piece of plastic, protruding

the nail tightly, trying not to

as the back door opened, just a few feet away from where I sat. Every muscle in my body tensed, coiled and ready. Even my wolf, whose words of encouragement were all that kept me going,

the door to the van, and when he was halfway through, I launched myself at

underestimated me more than the Assassin, or he truly loved 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

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

the forest, my breaths labored and pained from the tiny dagger in my hip, I glanced back to see Chaos’s beautiful, smiling face; both

I couldn’t feel the pain in my hip anymore,

it made sense that Chaos would have a knife that harmed

It bounced from tree to tree, echoing in every direction yet coming from seemingly nowhere. I continued turning, losing track of where I had been and where

the worst day of my life, I was tackled to the ground. This time my face

met with

by my

my eyes, wincing when they stung and itched from the dirt that was spread across my face. The Hound held

his pockets as

Chaos was the second biggest monster I had ever met. His smile revealed nothing of the beast that hid within him, “The other girls I play chase with

unusually deep. He turned to face Chaos; the abrupt motion made my head swim.

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

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. I on the other hand

swung around again so that the Hound could face Chaos, letting loose a snarl

draw anything from him. Thankfully, Chaos managed to shut up long enough for me

or the Assassin would. The last thing I wanted

dangerous. I had no clue if his abilities worked on me, but I wouldn’t

at all. Beneath the slightly torn fabric of my shirt, I could feel the little knife wound knitting itself back together, taking away the stinging

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

b****y nail 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

cheered, gleefully turning to

an abject look of h****r on my face. It churned in my gut and rose up in my

through the rearview mirror where two onyx-colored wolves could clearly

racing for the vehicle that carried me away. Any flicker of hope I had, it shriveled into a husk

take back what I said, an eye for an eye doesn’t sound nearly fair enough.” The Assassin said smoothly, sparing me a single glance before turning to Chaos. “Can you k**l

scoffed; this time actually offended. He rolled his shoulders and gave me a lopsided grin, “Off the mountain, or

Hound and Assassin replied