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.

my panicked eyes darting up to

separated the various packs that chose to attend. There were more now than ever, piling up as the

crowd couldn’t feel the exhaustion in his bones, or the way his limbs felt sore and unused. Like a true Alpha, he showed no

dark button down with grey slacks, and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was freshly washed, still shimmering from the wetness. The stubble that had once coated his face was shaved, revealing smooth skin. The dimple in his cheek appeared as he smiled at the crowd,

directly at Marcus Novak, seemed genuine and

my mate as he came to a stop at the center of the room. There was no emotion in his eyes–no admittance of guilt or

Alec grinned jovially, giving Marcus a small

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

and angry. I could feel the witnesses in the crowd that agreed with Marcus, that were outraged a child would stand against

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

the tension in the room ratcheted,

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

her eyes to me and gave me a

every one of us are responsible for the decay of 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.

couples to stand as well. A middle-aged Alpha and Luna had stood, both with dark hair and fine lines 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 than the twins and I. Neither seemed afraid nor surprised as they stepped

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

only they knew how temporary that safety is. Others want the High Table to take me in already, to diffuse the situation before 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 before, Small things here and there,

men keep inching closer, only to be backed up when

from enemies of the High Table, traitors to our kind. They poison your thoughts, and some day, will own you 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 to the High table so that my guards might bring her in. This is my only offer. The progression of this

all sound apart from a high-pitched buzzing. Strong arms that smelled of Kade, had yanked

hair, and Garrett’s concerned face before my eyes

room of witnesses had ducked to the ground, startled from the shot that rang out. Those without the sense to duck immediately fled

me close by. I stumbled a bit, but managed to find my ground as we tried to get

d**d at my feet. The one who had jumped

to us and took me in his arms before breaking out into a run, I realized

his life to save my own, I would never be able to remove his face from my head. It was a debt I’d never be able to pay, which made it even more important that I fight

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

of a guard. He glanced towards his brother, who had a busted lip, but was otherwise unharmed. Julian nodded once, already knowing what his brother was asking. Garrett locked eyes with Kade, “We’ll hold them back. Stick to the plan, you know where to take her. We’ll meet up with you as soon

voice of a drill Sargeant, a far cry from

him. It’s not that he wasn’t comfortable, and that I wasn’t completely basking in his touch right