Mated to the Alpha Twins

Chapter 119

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 119 – I turned on my heel, a hand clasped over where my own bullet wound should have been. My mind was reeling, but my body understood what to do as I stumbled over to where Kade lay on the cement floor.

Alec was hunched over him tearing the clothes from one of the d**d inner circle members, a middle-aged man with greying hair and a scar just above his lip. The thousand-dollar suit jacket was shining with Kade’s blood, even as Alec held it tightly against his chest. I could feel the blood pumping out with each ragged heartbeat.

A small clump of silver metal sat beside Alec’s knelt form, the bullet he had fished from Kade’s chest. Kade shifted into his human form after the bullet had been removed, his skin translucent and pale. There was a thin sheen of sweat that covered him, even though he was cold to the touch.

Alec’s eyes met mine, unending darkness that seemed surprisingly calm despite the earthquake of emotions shattering what strength he had.

I glanced around the room, the taste and scent of fresh blood still lingering in the air. Four sets of eyes on my skin, two of which made a chill skitter down my spine. I forced my eyes past Marcus and Ariana, who seemed content at watching me fail, even in d***h.

There was no one left alive for me to feed from, to miraculously heal Kade as I had done before.

I grabbed hold of Alec’s hand, my breath coming in short pants. The sound of a heartbeat thudded in my ears, but it wasn’t my own. Kade’s pulse was slowing, tearing me from my perpetual state of shock.

A life without Kade flashed through my head, one where both Alec and I were crippled in our grief, forced to live without ever feeling whole.

There were only three flames left, though one was still weak. Kade’s flickered and curled, growing dimmer with each passing second.

Rather than use the soul of someone else, I pulled on both Alec and me. Where I had thought there would be resistance, I found none. Alec’s soul willingly leapt at the change to help his brother, his other half just as much as Kade was mine.

I tore the sopping wet suit jacket from Kade’s chest, my stomach turning at the sight of his dark blood coating my fingers.

Pressing the palm of my hand against his openly bleeding wound, I forced every bit of strength I could into his d***g form.

A gasp was torn from my throat as I felt the immediate drain, like I was using one of Ariana’s knifes to cut a piece of my essence. Alec’s hand gripped mine tighter, his pain filled eyes urging me to continue.

In that moment, I knew that if I would have tried to save Kade on my own, the effort would have k****d me.

A gurgle left his lips, and he thrashed against my hand. Alec hissed under his breath and used his free arm to pin Kade down. Biting back the sob that threatened to escape, I was bathed in Kade’s agony as my magic seared him from the inside out.

I held my breath as I felt the tissue and muscle knitting itself together, holding back the blood that continued to flow. Even when spots danced behind my eyes, I couldn’t force my lungs to work.

Only when color blossomed on Kade’s cheeks and his eyelids fluttered, did Alec and I tear our hand from his chest with identical groans of pain. My head thunked against the floor, echoing Alec’s.

“F**k, that hurts.” He hissed through clenched teeth, and I answered with a groan.

“No one told you to k**l yourself trying to save me.” Kade grunted, his voice surprisingly clear.

2 Like an excited puppy, my wolf’s ears perked at the sound of his voice, and a rush of energy pulsed through my limbs.

I rolled onto my side and managed to sit up, freezing once I realized Kade was already standing. Rubbing at his chest, he stared down at the tiny puncture wound with a scowl on his face. A single bead of blood formed, smearing on his finger.

Glancing between Alec and I, Kade came to a conclusion that made his eyes darken and eyebrows knit together.

“You’re hurt.” He grimaced, pinning me against his torso while peeling back the shredded pieces of the t-shirt I wore.

Where Ariana’s claws had sunken into my shoulders, she had shredded the fabric of the t-shirt. The sting of pain was nothing compared to the drain of her magic.

“It’s not severe, and I’m holding a grudge against you.” My warning was weak, and I let out a sigh of relief as his fingers skated across my skin. “You jumped in front of a bullet for me”

Gone was the coldness that meant d***h was creeping. His skin felt warm, and beneath the sinew and muscle, I could hear his strong heartbeat.

tumbling to the floor. I clung to his shoulders, tangling

He chuckled against the hollow of my throat, making me shudder. His breath fanned across his mark on my neck, unraveling the knot of utter terror

hold a grudge against both of you?”

my mind, I found myself smiling. The feel of his lips against my jaw

then, we have so much to do.” I sighed, but it wasn’t one of defeat or resignation. “Starting with ending the fight

had damaged the world, though not irreparably. It would take time, so much time but there was finally a chance for

were able to wipe the h****r from my

from his place on the floor.

a hand against the cement wall, using it to support most

The two embraced, and a mutual sense of understanding passed between them. No matter how much

to Kade’s raspy breaths, but I smothered the fear that rose like a tidal wave. Even

few hours, I steeled my spine

him with us, so we can prove that he’s d**d.”

on my back, and that lingering sense of fear that returned with each cold chill that skittered down

There was no satisfaction as he glared down at her, just unending loathing. “She said you’d rot down here;

moment, feeling my hatred for her rattle in my chest. K*****g her hadn’t made it go away, nor did it chase away the

to let go of the burning emotion. “I’m not going to spend the rest

silver -plated eyes stared lifelessly into the sky. Alec broke one of his arms when placing him on Kade,

side, we broke through the forest line and into what remained of the fight. Neither side were relenting, both h**l-bent on being the

d***g wolves, I

right, snarling, and lunging at anyone who dared come

body, draped over Kade’s back like an expensive

as I gaped at the

burning and car alarms screaming shrilly, trees were overturned, and businesses destroyed. There was even a fire hydrant missing, which bubbled and gurgled as it flooded the

of the battle, I prayed that I

noticed. I couldn’t tell the difference between the wolves, not by color or any other feature. I couldn’t

rage jabbed at me, reminding me of the cold clutches of Ariana’s power. The memory snapped something in me, the restraint

I pulled from the wolves fighting. Each and every one, whether friend or foe. Hundreds or

light, the colors around me brighter, somehow. Through the

as it was to keep all that power for myself,

the earth, before the ground began trembling. Wolves were thrown left and right, toppling over one another. A crack splintered down the street, kicking up dust and knocking over a

was where the

eyes pierced my skin,

the eyes of so many wolves. Some instinct buried in my bones

moved parting as two wolves charged to the front. One with pale eyes and silver

wolves. Their chests were still heaving,

were blown wide as he stared down at his father, even if I could only feel a whisper of that surprise myself. When he had his fill, undoubtedly convincing himself Marcus was d**d, his eyes flickered up to

I could’ve sworn Zayne nodded

my words would ripple over the b****y crowd.

made. The same choices that led him to where he is now, a corpse at my feet.” I gave them a few long seconds, clenching my jaw as I stared them down. “Those of you

d**d man at my feet. Silence reigned for

more potent than the rage coming from those who supported Marcus. The ones who had no choice, they never once considered a life without bowing

narrowed and suspicious eyes. Many shifted or stalked back to half destroyed homes. The fading

is always made out to be the worst part. The bloodshed and carnal violence that takes over a man when they’re at their lowest. It’s the resolution, the clean-up that’s the worst part of battle. Counting the d**d, placing names to lifeless faces

k**l when you don’t see

blood. Her onyx hair was singed in some spots, and she rocked on her heels with an elated grin on her face. In her hands were a few

d**d.” She laughed, the sound bordering on a sob

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