Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 19 – I felt hands wrap around the tops of my arms, and a strangled scream left my throat.

Fear was a powerful thing. I had never experienced it in it’s fullest. Fear cripples the mind and clouds the senses. Fear brings out our most animalistic tendencies, forcing everything that makes us human from our minds in an attempt to escape, to survive.

I didn’t look into the eyes of the person that grabbed me, nor did I want to. A strangled scream tore through my throat as my hands lifted to defend myself. The strength I once had was waning, but I used what was left to its fullest. I kicked, punched, and clawed the person touching me.

I only bothered to look up when the person’s hands left my body and my bottom hit the sidewalk.

Kade and Alec looked absolutely f*****g horrified. Like I was a caged animal who had escaped and was now on a murderous rampage.

I watched the emotion’s shift in their eyes when they took in the state of my face. I had no idea how bad the damage was, but judging from their clear emotions, I was in pretty bad shape.

I peered at them from my one eye, the other was too swollen and sore to bother moving.

H****r, fury, disbelief, agony.

Each emotion played across their face like a movie. For a moment, just a small moment I felt safe. For just a second I contemplated throwing myself into their arms, sobbing my heart out about what happened tonight. I was so close, but Grace’s words ran through my head.

The fear that had left me at the sight of the twins had roared back to life. The fear was a smoldering ember buried within me, looking for anything to rekindle the flame.

Kade was the first to move, leaning forward to help me from the ground.

“G- Get away from me!” My voice was hoarse, stammering and sounded nothing like my usual self.

I scrambled backwards, stumbling to my feet in what I’m sure looked like a horrendous and slightly drunken effort.

“Aurora-” Alec opened his mouth, his eyes practically glowing in pain as he struggled to find the words to say.

“Leave- Leave me alone.” I hissed, “P-Please just leave me alone.”

strength I had left in my body and propelled myself the only way I could. I darted through the grass inbetween houses, barreling

I listen for anyone following me. All I paid attention to was my uneven gait and the searing agony spreading

strength flooding through

to them. They can

someone else in your head. The voice was

of them.’ I argued

safe with them. Can’t you feel it?’ The voice

doing this! I am not arguing with

silent, incredibly silent. I could no longer feel the irritating itch in my mind, nor the strange voice lingering in my head. The brick wall in my mind was

through out the forest. Branches whipped against my skin, but my long sleeve shirt shielded me from the pain. My pants were

my sprinting pace to a jog when I emerged from the woods and found myself on the

resumed my fast pace. I stuck to the forest line, using the brush and shrubbery to conceal me. I didn’t know who would be driving down this road,

oxygen, while my muscles pumped and contracted to propel me forward. My ankle radiated a sharp pain, while my eye throbbed and my lip ached. My rib cage was a thundering mass of pain

had never felt so strong.

I didn’t care what they thought of my face or the boot on my foot. They could

freight train, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t force myself to give a c**p about Frank or Melissa. Frank had never hurt me as bad as

practically collapsed against it. The last sliver of my strength was responsible for keeping me

I realize Melissa and Frank were still in the living room. Frank was snoring loudly in his recliner, a half finished bottle of beer still

kitchen, her eyes locked on

heart would clench at the thought of her looking at me with so much concern. After the night I had, I was beyond caring. If

shock, her eyes lingering on my swollen face. I stood p*******d as her eyes flickered from my face down to my unbuttoned jeans and down to the chunky

to say anything. Instead of longing for my Mom, the look of concern in

stairs. I didn’t stop running

into the bathroom mirror and stared into

to her waist, only there were twigs and leaves poking out at odd angles. Her face was similar too, but was swollen horribly. Her once heart shaped face was now a lumpy oval. The deep chocolate colored eye she once had was swollen shut, her blue eye looked much too pale with a milky film hanging over it. Her full lips were much too full now, swollen

cleaned the blood from my face, my gaze never

was finished I stumbled back into my room. The strength I once had was