Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 121 – Two Months Later

One deep breath, and then another.

“Relax, Aurora.” Zayne’s flat voice sounded from a few feet in front of me, icy eyes pivoting across the lounge to meet my own. Ever since his father’s d***h, there were moments where he seemed carved from ice. The only one able to thaw him was currently waiting along with the rest of the crowd. “Whether they know it or not, they’re looking for a leader, someone better to replace Marcus. Speak with confidence and they’ll listen.”

“He isn’t wrong.” Brandon Fox shrugged. The only similarities between Jaspar and his eldest son were the piercing eyes and lazy grin. Everything else, including the golden hair, came from his mother.

“Still, she is not wrong to be worried. There are some that won’t be happy with this decision.” Isaiah chimed in, the voice of reason as he stood second in line.

“What do you think?” I asked the last member of the High Table, who stood at the front of the line.

Isabella Garcia was only two years older than me, from a large pack that took up most of New Mexico and Arizona. Her warriors had been too far away to aid in the battle, but her pack had its own history with helping white wolves. As the sole child of an Alpha, she was beside herself when I sent the invitation.

She swallowed heavily, eyes still wide and nervous.

“I think if he wants to make up for his family’s mistakes, this is the best place to do that.” Her voice was strong, her thick accent almost musical.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Carrie Heald, an event planner from Garrett’s pack barged into the room, her wheat hair pulled into a tight bun. He had hired her two months ago, when I decided to take my place at the High Table. Sticking from the back of her bun was the pen she would continuously lose. Even with her frazzled state, she was utterly amazing at her job.

Once the twin’s and our family decided on a safe location for the High Table’s headquarters, Carrie took control of orchestrating the entire event. The concert hall had been renovated just a year ago and was the perfect size. Our warriors scoured the building while Carrie transformed it.

“Alright, Isabella you’re going to head out first. Count to thirty and then go.” Carrie grinned encouragingly, nudging her to the set of doors that lead downstairs and to the stage. “Aurora you’re last.”

As Isabella descended the stairs, I took a steadying breath.

held an air

soon after, my heart thundered with each step I

I snorted at him, feeling some of my nerves skitter

heavily as it was now Zayne’s turn. “Of course,

breathlessly, doing my best to return the encouraging smile he threw

the stage, I headed towards

Carrie clasped my sweaty hand in her

members, but the confidence in her emotions. This woman

Velvet ropes and dark clothed warriors from all three of my packs served as the barrier between the reporters and me. Their questions thundered in my ears,

seated on stage. That’s what Carrie had told me, and I followed her advice as I lifted my chin and headed downstairs. I could feel several guards at my back. They were looming presences that

descended the stairs, feeling the weight of the crowd and their emotions nearby. Tugging at the edges of my

of my own heartbeat dulled, replaced by silence so deafening my ears began to ring. My footsteps pattered against the smooth floor; the crowd grew quiet.

How entirely new this all felt? Did they know how desperately I wanted to fix things? That when the nightmares continued to claim

my thoughts, sanding down the harsh

feeling is us.’ Kade chimed in, his voice a

sat. Much like in Marcus’s old council room, we divided the seating in the concert hall to fit the various packs that wished to attend. All the Alpha’s and Luna’s were seated towards the front. Each were given a microphone to speak, so that their voice could be heard

were so many people, and nerves were still raw from the devastation and change that rocked the world. I stood tall, and

revolt?’ Kade asked softly, his voice making the hairs on the back

the barest shake of my head before stepping forward, leveling my eyes with the crowd like Carrie instructed. “I understand that many of you are wary.” I began, hardening my nerves until my voice came out steady and smooth. My expression was one of compassion and understanding, something Marcus was incapable of showing. “I will not speak for Zayne Novak, but he

the lives lost, or the pain that has been endured. I am not here to ask for your forgiveness.” Zayne’s face was smooth granite, his voice heavy even though it lacked the snowstorm of emotion he currently felt. I couldn’t help but zero in on where his eyes were straying, to the redhead in the front row. Something had happened recently between my best-friend and her mate. It sent Zayne’s emotional wall crumbling down, but still he hid the rawest and darkest parts of himself. He had fled back to his pack last week, and Tori had been furious ever since. One thing I could feel for certain, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He had fallen in love with my best-friend. “My fear condemned thousands of wolves, and it is a debt I’ll never be able to repay. Those I rescued behind Marcus’s back

Zayne, but he hadn’t asked for any to begin with. The grim determination on his face followed by the dark shadows around his eyes soothed some, but

would be implemented immediately, both within our respective packs and throughout the country. It