Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 110 – “Tell me, what did you pick up from Athena?” Mera asked, breaking the silence that I knew wouldn’t last long. There were too many questions on our end, and both Isaiah and Mera could feel our rising curiosity.

We were in the dark colored SUV now, humming down the road we had once stood on as we neared Isaiah and Mera’s pack. The faint scent of cherries and tobacco wafted from the front of the vehicle, where two dark clothed guards sat.

It was a bit of an awkward fit, with Tori sitting next to Mera and Isaiah, but I refused to let her take another vehicle. I was no stranger to how it feels when you lose both a mate and a best friend. It was something I wasn’t willing to risk again, even if we were headed to safety. Tori didn’t seem to mind, and actually liked Mera as much as I.

My mind strayed to what Mera had asked of me. It was difficult, giving a loose interpretation of a person based on just a few seconds of information. At times, someone’s emotions were a direct reflection of who they were as a person. Other times, it wasn’t so simple.

What no one seemed to realize is that emotions aren’t just one-dimensional things. They’re multi-faceted, and mix with one another to form something new. Anger and hatred turn into this festering mix, a noxious gas that poisons the soul over time. Joy and fondness, no matter if it’s platonic or romantic, form long lasting connections that allows love to bloom in its wake.

It was this joy and fondness that I felt coming from Mera as she asked about Athena, though it was platonic in this case.

“She’s very confident, but not in a headstrong kind of way. It’s more like she’s seen the worst of this world, but she refuses to let it harden her.” I answered truthfully. I had picked nothing else up, and didn’t want to give her false information, so I quickly changed topics. “You care about her a lot; I can feel it. She’s family in your heart.”

“Yes, she is.” Mera smiled fondly, the sight lighting up Isaiah’s eyes. “She became part of my family when she agreed to be my Beta.”

“Your Beta?” I asked, unable to contain my surprise. My eyes flickered to Alec and Kade, who sat on either side of me. I was squished between them, their hulking forms taking up nearly ninety percent of the space in the back. I narrowed my eyes and frowned, “You two never told me I could have a Beta.”

“Truthfully, I never even thought of it.” Alec admitted, giving Mera a polite smile.

“It’s not something traditional pack’s do.” Kade nodded, and I watched the obsidian in his eyes soften as he looked at me. His voice was gruff but there was no mistaking the kindness that hid within them. “If you want a Beta, you can have a Beta.”

“No, it isn’t something traditional pack’s do.” Mera scowled, but I could feel the pride behind her words. I could feel Isaiah’s amusement towards his mate’s anger, and wondered if she had ranted about this topic to him more than once. “Traditions keep us whole as a people, but the ones that inhibit the she-wolves of this world from moving forward, they ought to be abolished. Starting with keeping us from positions of power.”

We had been driving for nearly an hour, passing caps of pine and cedar trees. The thick scent of sap mixed with crisp mountain air. Even with the two guards up front, I tried to pretend that we weren’t fugitives seeking shelter as we found our way back home.

the silence, unable to stop the questions I had from bubbling

a large part of the High Table. Even if he feigned uselessness with his inactivity. That was perhaps the only thing that kept Marcus from truly suspecting him.” Mera laughed, and while the sound was beautiful, it was both bitter and joyous. “‘Yes, Aurora. Jaspar has helped us a time or

speaking freely, “Did those favors include helping

understood the perfected looks of cluelessness, especially when Marcus held most of the power in this world. One visit from him, and you’d want to fortify your walls, protect your

look, the glassiness in their eyes. They were speaking through thoughts, having a conversation disconnected from the rest of us.

my own. Isaiah was the caution to Mera’s fearlessness. He was the voice of reason that held her back. I could only imagine how he handled both Mera and Athena. The thought only made me like the

be correct. I can tell that you’re both being honest, and that you’re very protective of whatever it is you’re hiding.” I nodded, glancing between the two of them. It was an invasion of privacy, but one I couldn’t turn off. I could try to ignore the emotions I felt around me, but they washed down my shoulders regardless. A smirk formed on Mera’s face as I continued, matched by my widening smile. “Actually, it was your general hatred for Marcus that piqued my interest in you both. I might have never noticed you

you this girl will change things.” Mera grinned wildly at Isaiah, who gave me an

not an optimist.” He admitted reluctantly, sighing when Mera began to laugh. “Not like Mera

smile. She looked towards me, and kept her gaze locked on my own. “Sooner or later, Marcus was going to c***h and b**n. After everything he has done, that

steep incline and decline had my blood pumping, but it was the rocky slope of the cliff a few feet away that had

hour, every single car on the highway had exited. Just as I thought the forest and highway would never end, we took an

onto a small two-laned road, which lead through the forest and deeper

I audibly gasped when we finally made it into town. Mera and Isaiah radiated

without any wear or tear. Robust streetlights dotted the strip of road we were driving on. The speed limit slowed drastically, giving me plenty of time to absorb everything. A few men and women walked down the wide sidewalks, towards the smaller shops that sat along the road. Behind those shops I

us in. Oddly enough, instead of feeling trapped,

one of the nicest women

could now make out the houses within each cluster of trees. Some of the houses were larger than others, and sat towards the forests edge. Others were smaller, but had winding driveways

the

whoever lived here clearly had a fondness for painting. Slashes

of the slashes and paint marks made no sense, but somehow seemed to cohesively

the house was a huge garden, the star of the show

in front of the