Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 113 – Just as Sabine had said; the Assassin and Hound had finally come, and Chaos followed.

“Are you going to come with us willingly, Aurora?” The Assassin spoke first, her voice a delicate falsetto. “Your little magic won’t work on me, but I’d love to see you try.”

Something at the very pit of my stomach told me not to use my abilities on her. I didn’t have those punch you in the gut feelings very often, but this was one I couldn’t ignore.

The way she sang my name sent a shiver down my spine, which I suppressed with gritted teeth. She plucked a knife from one of the straps around her leg and held it in her hand. Her glossy auburn hair was tightly pulled back, wrapped in a braid at the base of her neck.

She only reminded me of the blade I had as well, given to me by Isaiah before he had left with Mera. It was a kind gesture considering I barely had a clue on how to use the thing. Either way, if the Assassin got her hands on me, this blade could quickly become my salvation.

Clearly, she was the star of the show, the one who led the other two. Chaos was foaming at the mouth, flashing his movie star smile that seemed all wrong with the cruelty in his eyes. The Hound just stood there, mindlessly staring at the five of us, nostrils flaring as he took in our scents.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I assured her, forcing as much false bravado into my voice as possible.

The Assassin shrugged indifferently and nodded at Chaos, whose smile widened into a grin. A tremor of excitement seemed to snake its way down his back, making his fingers twitch and eyes sparkle.

“F**k yeah, been waiting forever for this.” He whooped, inky hair falling back as he threw his arms out towards the five of us.

I realized too late what Chaos’s ability was, and that he hadn’t been aiming for the five of us, but for the twins. The twin’s obsidian eyes brightened, turning a rich shade of crimson that mirrored Chaos’s. H****r enveloped me when I realized that while I could still feel the mate-bond, I no longer had access to their stream of thought. Awareness was leached from their sight, leaving room for nothing but chaos.

Alec and Kade turned towards one another, snarling and tensing up. I acted without thinking the moment I saw Kade’s hand shifting into that of a wolf, nails elongating into curved claws. I lunged forwards, though not towards the twins, and not physically.

I lashed out with my abilities, desperately trying to sink my hooks into Chaos and pull with everything I had. Just as I felt myself make contact, and form that connection, the Assassin sliced through them with cold-hot steel.

She leaped forward with incredible swiftness, with the Hound tailing her. Her muscular form still moved incredibly fast, making me scramble into action. Chaos was engrossed with the twin’s, using them like a child would battle with two action figures.

Kade lunged at Alec, slashing his elongated nails across the soft flesh of his face. I snarled in sync with Alec, who was already shifting before my eyes. I needed to do something, and fast. Another minute and I’d be lucky if I had one mate standing.

I wanted to glance at Tori and Sabine, who were both just as exposed as I, but I couldn’t risk placing attention on them.

Instead, I did what any completely sane werewolf would do and ran.

I veered left into the forest, knowing I wouldn’t make it very long or far. The goal wasn’t to escape, but to get them away from the twins, Tori and Sabine.

It was the exact opposite of what everyone had been telling me—that I was more important than everyone else, that I had to stay alive and away from Marcus at all costs.

My chest was wracked with pain, because at the end of the day, I couldn’t sit by and let the people I cared about d*e for me.

So here I was, running into the arms of the enemy.

Even as I heard the Assassin’s snicker at my back, I couldn’t bring myself to regret doing everything humanly possible to save my mates.

If there was one thing I promised myself, it was that now I needed to be strong. Aurora, weak human daughter of Melissa, was skin shed from my shoulders. There was room for nothing else–no one else, except for Luna Aurora.

I was knocked to the ground, shoved into the dirt just half a minute in. The taste of it filled my mouth, followed by a disgusting grainy texture that crunched beneath my teeth. The gentle scent of gardenias and rose petals filled my nose, and I met the not-so-gentle eyes of the Assassin. They were a deep, chocolate shade of brown that held rich undertones of caramel.

Even though I lacked the fighting skills of your typical Luna, I still had the reflexes.

I wrapped a hand around the leather-bound hilt of the silver blade currently hidden within my belt loop. I had no doubt the Assassin had earned her name by writ of blood, but she had made the same mistake everyone makes when they become the best at their trade; she became complacent, she underestimated me.

I’m positive she was told everything about me, that my abilities were the most dangerous aspect of my personality. I had no formal training, no lifetime at being raised a werewolf, but I now had a network of people dedicated to train me, to keep me alive.

I wasn’t sure where I had found the sudden bout of brutality, or whether it had always lived within me, but I tore the blade from my belt and jammed it into the first thing I could think of; her chocolate-colored eye.

The heart would have been the obvious choice, the easiest when it came to securing a k**l. Alec taught me that going for the obvious k**l wasn’t what you should do against a more skilled opponent. Surprise them, use your inexperience against them.

She hadn’t been expecting me to a****k, much less something like her eye. Such a vital part, especially in her profession.

Metallic warmth splashed against my face, mixing with the dirt granules in my mouth, and the Assassin’s furious howls grated my ears. Instead of panicking and turning her attention to her gaping wound, she tore the knife from her eye and frantically ripped her gloves off. I could still hear the sizzle from her flesh as the silver knife burned her skin, destroying any chances at healing her wound.

had the chance to get away, and it was then I fully understood what her

run cold, my sweat freeze and breath come out in strained huffs. My veins were clogged with

skin, pinpricks of cold in a torrent of ice

if she’d just end my life here and now. I could feel her spittle-or perhaps blood, misting across my face. “This is silver–this is f*****g silver! I’ll never heal from this.

feet away, jolly even as it made my hair stand. The Assassin let go of me, and I gasped as the pressure had finally been lifted from my body. She snarled at Chaos, whose eyes widened in genuine surprise. “Why in the f**k did you let her get the

a look so full of venom that I thought I might actually faint.

my nose. I opened my eyes to see an upside-down version of the world, watching my hair as it trailed across the ground. I was slung over the Hound’s

doubles and triples of everything. With the blood rushing to my head,

destruction filled look that over lapped one another three times.

unhappily, garnering my attention. “Didn’t have time to maul them the way I been

through me, washing some of that miserable cold. They were

Chaos.” The Assassin hissed, and for a moment I thought she might either m****r Chaos, or come

commented in between whistling some annoyingly repetitive tune. He came up behind the Hound and bent over, tilting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His movie-star grin turned lopsided, giving him that perfect boy next door vibe–if the boy next door was

an eye.” The Assassin mused, and I hated this look of gentle

then twice before we had finally emerged from the forest. I knew I had to of blacked out at some point because the sun was hanging precariously low in the sky, casting splashes

The Assassin’s voice grew louder in my ears, followed by the sound of a car door opening. Her form was hazy at first, but cleared up the more I blinked. She was glancing down at her watch, tapping on the small screen. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the alpha and

battle.” Chaos sighed dramatically, though I

I could stall them for that long, then Mera and Isaiah would show up. That had

a cold leather seat, but quickly turned over and pushed myself into a sitting position. I had limited time, and scoured the

of paint, and what I hoped wasn’t blood, along with plenty of dirt and little bits of trash. My fingers ached when I felt a slightly bent nail beneath them. It was one of those large construction nails. Judging from the way my fingers stung, there had to be some percentage of silver within the material.

passenger. I wrapped my hand around the nail tightly, trying not to look completely frazzled. My heartbeat could

feet away from where I sat. Every muscle in my body tensed, coiled

van, and when

the ground like he weighed less than the Hound. I rolled on top of him, jamming the nail as deep into his shoulder as I could whilst clamoring

with the same foot he had grabbed and smashed my heel into his teeth. His grip loosened enough for me to slip free, stumbling to my feet and

and pained from the tiny dagger in my hip, I glanced back to see Chaos’s beautiful, smiling

corners of my awareness just enough to leave a dull ache. I couldn’t feel the pain in my hip anymore, just this

sense that Chaos would have a knife that harmed its user; to feel pain whilst

rolling as I heard Chaos’s joyful whooping fill the forest. It bounced from tree to tree, echoing in every direction

would soon name the worst day of my life, I was tackled to the ground. This time my face was pushed into the dirt, and I

ground, met with the smell of body

voice was right by my ear, laughing loudly when I

across my face. The Hound held me again, the ever so silent grunt

behind us, his hands in his pockets as he flashed

I knew Chaos was the second biggest monster I had ever met. His smile revealed

face Chaos;

was clearly back at the vehicle. Even though it made my body ache to try and use my abilities,

heart in a very convincing display of offense. The look was wiped away as easy as it had come, replaced with a carefree smile. “Besides, it’s Assassin you should worry about. She’s the one gearing to k**l her. I on the other hand think Assassin looks lovely with her

nausea as I was swung around again so that the Hound could face Chaos, letting loose a snarl that

to draw anything from him. Thankfully, Chaos managed to shut up long enough for me to get my bearings

take much, or too fast. I was sure that he’d notice the significant drain, or the Assassin would. The last thing

said since capturing me, but he was also one of the most dangerous. I had no clue if his abilities worked on me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to hold off until the last moment. Instead, I

back within a minute, telling me I hadn’t ran far at all. Beneath the slightly torn fabric of my shirt, I could feel the little knife wound knitting itself back

pain in my chest dulled to a slow throb. I stopped pulling from the Hound the moment I was within sniffing distance

as we coasted down the highway, away from the fading scent of burning houses and

the twinsies are back.” Chaos cheered, gleefully turning to look out the back window. “They sure heal

my face. It churned in my gut and

eyes through the rearview mirror where two onyx-colored wolves could clearly be seen weaving

sight of them, racing for the vehicle that carried me away. Any flicker of hope

said, an eye for an eye doesn’t sound nearly fair enough.” The Assassin said smoothly, sparing me a single glance before turning to Chaos.

He rolled his shoulders and gave me a lopsided grin, “Off the mountain, or speared on a

Hound and Assassin replied in