Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 121

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.

His voice held an air of mock

my heart thundered with each step I

want to go.” I snorted at him, feeling some of my nerves skitter

and unmated,” He smirked, and I swallowed heavily as it was now Zayne’s turn.

invited.” I said breathlessly, doing my best to return the

down to the stage, I headed towards the doors as

breaths, Aurora.” Carrie clasped my sweaty hand in her

but the confidence in her emotions. This woman I had met a handful of times, had spoken to only once

of reporters. Velvet ropes and dark clothed warriors from all three of my

That’s what Carrie had told me, and I followed her advice as I lifted my chin and headed downstairs. I could feel several guards at my back. They were looming presences that felt a little

crowd and their emotions nearby. Tugging at the edges

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

they see how frazzled I was? How entirely new this all felt? Did

into my thoughts, sanding down the harsh

how you’re feeling is us.’ Kade chimed in, his voice a bit

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, so that their voice could be heard as well. They would remain off while the five of us were speaking, but it was a way to

the sea of 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

voice making the hairs on the back of my neck

many of you are wary.” I began, hardening my nerves until 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 he does have the

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

grim determination on his face followed by

immediately, both within our respective packs and throughout the country. It had taken us all a month to plan and agree on our plans, but

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