Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 121 – Two Months Later

One deep breath, and then another.

“Relax, Aurora.” Zayne’s flat voice sounded from a few feet in front of me, icy eyes pivoting across the lounge to meet my own. Ever since his father’s d***h, there were moments where he seemed carved from ice. The only one able to thaw him was currently waiting along with the rest of the crowd. “Whether they know it or not, they’re looking for a leader, someone better to replace Marcus. Speak with confidence and they’ll listen.”

“He isn’t wrong.” Brandon Fox shrugged. The only similarities between Jaspar and his eldest son were the piercing eyes and lazy grin. Everything else, including the golden hair, came from his mother.

“Still, she is not wrong to be worried. There are some that won’t be happy with this decision.” Isaiah chimed in, the voice of reason as he stood second in line.

“What do you think?” I asked the last member of the High Table, who stood at the front of the line.

Isabella Garcia was only two years older than me, from a large pack that took up most of New Mexico and Arizona. Her warriors had been too far away to aid in the battle, but her pack had its own history with helping white wolves. As the sole child of an Alpha, she was beside herself when I sent the invitation.

She swallowed heavily, eyes still wide and nervous.

“I think if he wants to make up for his family’s mistakes, this is the best place to do that.” Her voice was strong, her thick accent almost musical.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Carrie Heald, an event planner from Garrett’s pack barged into the room, her wheat hair pulled into a tight bun. He had hired her two months ago, when I decided to take my place at the High Table. Sticking from the back of her bun was the pen she would continuously lose. Even with her frazzled state, she was utterly amazing at her job.

Once the twin’s and our family decided on a safe location for the High Table’s headquarters, Carrie took control of orchestrating the entire event. The concert hall had been renovated just a year ago and was the perfect size. Our warriors scoured the building while Carrie transformed it.

“Alright, Isabella you’re going to head out first. Count to thirty and then go.” Carrie grinned encouragingly, nudging her to the set of doors that lead downstairs and to the stage. “Aurora you’re last.”

As Isabella descended the stairs, I took a steadying breath.

over his shoulder, his grin mirroring Jaspar’s. His voice held an air of mock offense, “Is there any particular reason I didn’t

heart thundered with each

at him, feeling some of

and unmated,” He smirked, and I swallowed heavily as

my best to return the encouraging

stage, I headed towards

breaths, Aurora.” Carrie clasped my sweaty hand in

gave me the strength to press forward and follow the other table members, but the confidence in her emotions. This woman I had met a handful of times, had spoken to only once during

with a small crowd of reporters. Velvet ropes and dark clothed warriors from all three of my packs served as the barrier between the reporters and me. Their questions thundered in my

as I lifted my chin and headed

stomach dropped as I descended the stairs, feeling the weight of the crowd and their emotions nearby. Tugging at the edges of

so deafening my ears began to ring. My footsteps pattered against the smooth floor; the crowd grew quiet. White-hot lights were bright as they illuminated the stage, and I made my way

most concerning were the loudest. Could they see how frazzled I was? How entirely new this all felt? Did

voice trickled into my thoughts, sanding

only ones who can tell how you’re feeling is us.’ Kade chimed in, his voice a bit raspier than

finding where my family and mates sat. Much like in Marcus’s old council room, we divided the seating in the concert hall to fit the various packs that wished to attend. All the Alpha’s and Luna’s were seated towards the front. Each were given a microphone to speak,

emotions from barreling over me. There were so many people, and nerves were still raw from the devastation and change that rocked the world. I stood tall, and braced myself against the torrents of wariness, indecision, and worry. A whisper of hostility hovered in the air, but the desperation for any semblance of

softly, his voice making the

my voice came out steady and smooth. My expression was one of compassion and understanding, something Marcus was incapable of showing. “I will not speak for Zayne Novak, but

granite, his voice heavy even though it lacked the snowstorm of emotion he currently felt. I couldn’t help but zero in on where his eyes were straying, to the redhead in the front row. Something had happened recently between my best-friend and her mate. It sent Zayne’s emotional wall crumbling down, but still he hid the rawest and darkest parts of himself. He had fled back to his pack last week, and Tori had been furious ever

begin with. The grim determination on his face followed by the dark shadows around his eyes soothed some, but

our respective packs and throughout the country. It had taken