Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 102 – The entire room held its breath. Fear was a smog that thickened the air and rushed into my lungs like fumes of bleach. It stung and burned, nearly making me emit a nasty cough.

You could feel the tearing and shattering of alliances, opinions being formed and beliefs being questioned.

It wasn’t every day the High Table took in a potential soul-eater. Some instinctual side of me told me to use my gift, to tear the life from Marcus before he could utter another order.

Marcus’s eyes held mine, ice blue and full of acknowledgement. There was something strange in his perfectly cultivated emotions, a sort of interest that bordered on g******g.

The pieces clicked together in my mind, when ever so slightly, he tipped his head at me.

“Your move”, It said.

A question stood out in my mind, one that made my stomach sink. None of us had thought of it before, least of all myself.

That guard I had k****d at the decrepit house; we had left him there. Did Marcus know what a soul-eater’s victim looked like?

Judging from the look on his face, I’d say he knew exactly what it looked like.

He was waiting to see what I would do–to see if I’d unleash my power, or if I’d surrender to remain hidden.

I didn’t want to believe it, just as I didn’t want to believe I had k****d so many people already. Such a far cry from the girl I had been only months ago, from the human whose views never strayed from black and white.

The guards that ringed the room stepped forward, forming a semi circle around the booth that held all of us. I tried to gleam some bit of emotion from them, but for them, this wasn’t personal. They were following orders, no matter how callouses they might be.

Garrett’s face was grim, set-in harsh lines that looked chiseled from stone. I could feel the defiance in his emotions, the hatred and resistance radiating towards Marcus. Something inside my stomach fluttered at the thought of him giving a c**p about me, no matter how selfish the reasons might be.

The fact that I had people I could trust not to turn me in–not to abandon me when things became too hard, it meant more to me than anything in the world.

Three of the guards stepped forward, all with dark hair and expressionless eyes. Strapped to their waist was a silver knife with a jeweled hilt, and a dark colored pistol that I was near-positive shot silver bullets. One held a pair of thick silver cuffs in his hands, and something must have flashed behind my eyes, because they finally had the nerve to hesitate.

Just as they reached the booth, we all stood in, the main doors to the conference room slammed open.

Everyone’s attention was diverted, even the guards who were tasked at retrieving me. It wasn’t the noise that caused for such prolonged attention, but the man who came strolling through.

I exhaled, my panicked eyes darting up to

attend. There were more now than ever, piling up as the staff continued

The crowd couldn’t feel the exhaustion in his bones, or the way his limbs felt

still shimmering from the wetness. The stubble

was aimed directly at Marcus Novak, seemed genuine

stood, eyes locked on my mate as he came to a stop at the center of the room. There was

on a lot, but at least I’ve returned for the fun.” Alec grinned jovially, giving Marcus a small bow. “I’d like to thank Marcus Novak for my–leave of absence, if you’d like to

the rules of the High Table. ” Marcus stood, demanding the attention of the room. He didn’t glower at Alec, nor did he snarl in outrage. His tone was neutral, like scolding a mouthy teenager who needed to be taught a lesson. “Since our kind was created, this has been our government, and we will not demolish centuries of success for the impulsive wants of

and angry. I could feel the witnesses in the crowd

many of us who see you for what you are Marcus Novak. I don’t fault them for staying silent, for protecting their packs and families while you stole their children and grandchildren for power. I refuse to hide while you try to lay claim on my life. I will not be your trophy, or your weapon

tension in the room ratcheted, Isaiah and Mera

shimmer under the light. Both Mera and Isaiah met Marcus’s gaze unflinchingly. They stood tall, fearless even though this man was

me and gave

our government, for the corruption we willingly turned a blind eye to.” Mera’s light accent rang throughout the crowd, causing a myriad of gasps and exclamations. I guess Mera was well known within the werewolf

etched onto their faces. The woman smiled at me, and while I could feel her endless compassion, she was just a tad weary of me. The second couple looked to be a couple years older

else dared to come forward after that, but it doesn’t matter. This was a start–proof that there were those who noticed things, who wanted the truth

things turned violent. Little did they know, my mates would never allow for me to be taken by Marcus. There are just a few in the room who are questioning things, who are realizing things they had never noticed

getting restless. Marcus’s men keep inching closer, only to be backed up when the twin’s men snarl and

and your abilities. I fear that our very species might come to an end should that day ever come.” Marcus frowned, ever so concerned about the people he was tasked to protect. There were murmurs throughout the crowd, a ripple of fear and anxiety as some actually believed what he had said. “I am not the enemy here, nor have I ever been. I urge you not to fight on your Alpha’s behalf, to stand down and yield

away all sound apart from a high-pitched buzzing. Strong arms that smelled of Kade, had yanked me down, making my head

before my eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of

Those without the sense to duck immediately fled for the exit,

hand around the upper part of my arm to keep me close by. I stumbled a bit, but managed to find my ground as we tried

busy glancing down, at the guard who lay d**d at my feet. The one who had jumped in front of the bullet hurling my

up to us and took me in his arms before

to save my own,

of hand. He isn’t even interested in the fight, but is watching with murderous intent when

otherwise unharmed. Julian nodded once, already knowing what his brother was asking. Garrett locked eyes with

his sons with the voice of a drill

me close, breaking into a run as I squirmed against him. It’s not that he wasn’t comfortable, and that I wasn’t completely basking in his touch right now, but there had to be more that I could do.