Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 22 – Snapping branches tore me from my thoughts and my heart nearly stopped as two wolves walked into the clearing. I had never seen wolves in person before, only in pictures and movies. I was sure wolves weren’t naturally this big. The two were nearly identical, both the color of midnight. Their fur was shiny and glistening. I had expected wolves to look much dirtier, living in the woods and all. While I wasn’t sure the geographical placement of wolves, I was also fairly sure wolves did not live in Georgia. What troubled me even more was that I wasn’t afraid. It was though my mind and body had simply accepted my d***h as inevitable.

My mind played through the scenario. Aurora eaten by wolves. Grace would probably dance with joy while Tori and the twins wondered what happened to me. Would Melissa even notice when I failed to come home? Did wolves leave any scraps?

I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed the two wolves were sitting only twenty feet away, simply staring at me as though I were the anomaly. The two wolves locked eyes for just a moment, and resumed staring at me.

“Are you guys going to eat me or not?” I huffed.

Sure, I felt stupid. I was talking to two giant and supposedly violent animals, but they simply just stared at me. In the back of my mind, I had decided that being eaten by wolves wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Painful for sure, but I’d d*e feeding two beautiful wolves. That had to count for something, right? My fearlessness freaked me out, and some small part of me wondered if I had truly lost my mind.

The way the two wolves stared at me was starting to get on my nerves. Their eyes were much too intelligent for two animals, staring at me with shock and almost concern. Wolves couldn’t feel those emotions. I was supposed to be prey to them, and yet they looked at me like a lost cub.

“What are you two looking at?” I grumbled, dropping my book on the earthen floor. “Go on, get out of here!”

I shouted at the two wolves, and they continued staring.

One of the wolves opened their mouth, letting their tongue roll out the side. If a wolf could grin, I’d imagine that’s what it would look like. The other wolf looked at it’s companion and huffed, rolling it’s eyes. Could wolves even roll their eyes?

“Fine.” I snapped, “Sit there and stare at me.”

I picked my book up with a grumble and continued reading, determined to ignore the freakish wolves. My mind couldn’t focus on the book in my hands, it was busy coming up with insane senarios. What would make two wolves act this way? Maybe they were experimented on at a lab and had human-like intelligence? Maybe evolution had simply taken it’s toll and produced much smarter creatures. All kinds of theories were running through my head, all of which were bouts of fiction and partial insanity. It was clear I was off my rocker.

from my book and noticed the wolves were

on me.” I snapped, glaring

slowly took a step forward. It was almost humorous

glared, and the

it’s

the other wolf, and it

in a single look? The d**n wolf looked exasperated with

when it was only three feet away. The wolf didn’t look angry. Surely it would growl or snarl if it wanted to k**l me, right? I never had a dog before, but I’m pretty sure they growl and

snapped, pointing my finger at the towering

that particular phrase, but it seemed to work. The wolf stopped in it’s tracks and looked at me with an almost.. offended look. It’s large ears flattened back and a low whine left it’s mouth. I could feel the small hairs on my arms stand, and yet I wasn’t afraid. Could I truly be that numb from what happened with Grace

guess this mean’s you’re going to eat me

closer to me, sat on the ground with a loud thud. It shook it’s head at me, it’s tongue rolling out the side of it’s mouth. I assumed the head shake meant ‘no, I am not going

pursed my lips,

of me whined, bringing it’s face closer to my legs. It rubbed the top of it’s head against my leg, a low rumble coming from it’s mouth. While I never had a dog before, I met other people’s dogs. One dog I had met rubbed it’s head against my hand in an

wolf wouldn’t freak out and rip my hand off, I ran my fingers through it’s soft fur. It’s fur was the color

not like me?” I glanced at the other wolf, the one sitting

and it’s steps were slow and calculated. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the wolf was trying not to scare me. My comfort with

the Animal Whisperer’ popped

I spoke to the other wolf as it flopped

it’s head against my leg so I began petting it. The other wolf seemed