Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 107 — “Hello, Aurora. If you're getting this message, it means | am d**d.”

Every muscle and fiber in my body locked up at his words. His face remained plastered on the screen, while Delilah’s played in

my mind. My stomach rolled at the thought of something happening to that little girl, of Marcus getting his hands on her. Her

strange teleportation abilities would certainly pique his interest, which I'm sure was why Jaspar kept her hidden from the world.

“Your current location is safe, for now. | have prepared evacuation plans for you and your crew. Three days after you receive this

message, a man and woman will knock on the front door. Trust these people with your lives, go where they take you, and for the

sake of the future—stay alive.”

The television clicked off, blanketing the room in darkness. After a total of two seconds, | scrambled from where | stood for the

remote. Before | could grab it, Alec snatched it from the table and flicked onto the news. | had no clue what channels were

human news and what were werewolf, but the twin’s seemed to know just fine.

“Mere hours ago, a battle to the d***h took place when head of the High Table, Marcus Novak, sent his troops through the lines

of Ex-High Table member, Jaspar Fox's territory. What began as a casual encounter quickly turned carnal when Mr. Fox

unleashed his warriors on the troops. Multiple rumors had depicted Mr. Fox's pack as a safe-haven of sorts for white wolves,

forcing the High Table’s hand. As it currently stands, no evidence of white wolves has been found on Mr. Fox's land.” A somber

news caster with doe eyes and heart shaped lips frowned, giving the camera a look of genuine sympathy. “I'll pass this on to

Nathan Dolohov, who is currently at the scene of what marks the end of Mr. Fox's reign.”

The screen shifted, now showing a man in a casual suit, standing in front of the charred husk of a house. Its wooden bones were

blackened, leaning as it held itself together with nothing more than luck and a few stubborn nails. Nathan Dolohov looked at the

camera, brushing back his golden hair with a hand, and began speaking.

“I'm here at the Fox's family estate, and what looks to be a tragic accident that claimed the lives of Jaspar Fox, his mate Emily

Fox, and their daughter; Delilah Fox. One of our paramedics on scene have confirmed that three sets of remains were found.

The origin of the fire is currently being investigated, spearheaded by Jaspar Fox's eldest son. When we return in an hour, | hope

to glean more information from the Head of our High Table, Marcus Novak.”

The screen changed again, flitting back to the brunette with sad eyes.

“Until the High Table’s investigation surrounding Jaspar Fox have been concluded, he is assumed innocent from all accused

crimes. Our team, along with agents from the High Table, interviewed many of Jaspar Fox's pack members. All vehemently

expressed their Alpha’s innocence, even though a mere hour before Marcus Novak entered their land, Mr. Fox transferred all

power and titles to his eldest son.” She spoke, her unwavering gaze on the camera.

“He made his son Alpha, and a member of the High Table.” Alec scoffed, swiping a hand across his jaw. His face was illumined

by the television, making the darkness in his eyes swirl. “He knew this was going to end in a fight, the man was prepared for it.

Question is, do we think he’s still alive?”

“Would he really go through all of the trouble to fake his family’s d***h?” Tori questioned, her eyebrows knitting together as she

picked at a few stray fibers on the pants she wore. ” They would have had to-acquire three bodies, and b**n them. Which is

deeply unsettling.”

“Not nearly as unsettling as what Marcus would do to them if caught.” Kade grunted, settled on the couch with his elbows on top

of his thighs. Strands of hair fell in his face, but my attention was quickly diverted back to the screen when the woman continued

speaking.

“The entirety of Mr. Fox’s land has been combed through, and within these next few days, the High Table will send warriors to

scour the packs that surround Mr. Fox's. It is within the best interest of these packs that you co-operate with the High Table and

trust them to uncover the truth. As the largest broadcasting company for our kind, we will provide hourly updates on the progress

of this investigation and the even more elusive search for the soul-eater and her companions, which has thus far been fruitless.

In precisely one hour, we will return with more information for these cases, both of which are the biggest we've seen in decades.”

She continued, her face neutral and her words perfectly spoken. A croak left my lips when three pictures offlashed on the

screen. All were from the hotel and the High Table meetings. “I'm Sara Barns, and thank you for tuning in.”

The television then changed to ssinging commercial, which Alec silenced almost immediately. | knew without my abilities,

that we were all at a loss for words. The fact that we were all wanted by the most powerful man in our world, it was a hard pill to

s****w. Every single pack would be on the lookout for us, and we were away from home.

We sat in silence for the entire hour, having nothing better to do than to sit and watch. It was almost funny in a strange way. We

were watching updates on our own manhunt. While the world watched and wondered where we were, they hadn’t a clue we

were watching as well.

Unsurprisingly, after an hour, no further evidence on either case had been found. The High Table still couldn't find us, though if

they had any leads, there was no way they'd spill. They did, however, go over nearly every detail of my life starting with when |

first moved in with Melissa and Frank. The only tGarrett or Julian was mentioned, was when my inheritance was brought up.

The twins could feel my own mood souring as Sara Barns recounted the worst years of my life. She even gave sinformation

on the twins, and even a small segment about Tori. | felt utterly drained afterwards, and jumped when Alec's voice tore through

the silence.

“We've been reduced to companions, Kade.” Alec scoffed, finally breaking the silence. “Can you f*****g believe it? They could've

at least included a picture of us.”

Kade turned towards Alec, with an incredulous look on his face. The sight madewant to laugh, especially with the stress that

had just been thrown on us.

“I was comatose for nearly a week, and missed out on the entire meeting.” Alec raised an eyebrow at his brother, daring him to

say something. | didn’t miss how the last sentence was said a bit sourly. | could tell what irritated him the most was that Marcus's

men had managed to snag him. “Forgivefor wanting accurate news. The least they could have done was mention mine and

Tori’s kidnapping.”

“I do have a nother than soul-eater.” | pointed out, giving Kade the sfrown Alec was currently making. “I'm pretty sure |

only heard my actual none time.”

“Soul-eater sounds kind of badass though. Makes people think twice about messing with you.™ Tori shrugged from where she sat

across the sectional.

Alec gave her an exasperated look, “You seem awful calm considering they did you even worse than Kade and I.”

“It's just the news.” Tori shrugged, “The details of the story all depend on the person telling it.”

“They called you Aurora's assistant.” Alec deadpanned, jumping when my unrestrained laughter startled him.

Perhaps it was all of the stress that finally madecrack, or how truly dumbfounded Alec felt talking to Tori and Kade; but my

sides ached and my eyes watered as | laughed at the three of them. Alec was second to join in, followed by Tori. Even Kade

chuckled, which was the most I'd get out of him right now.

“Three days.” | sighed after finally catching my breath. | fell back on the couch and sighed when Alec’s fingers brushed through

my hair. “Three more days of waiting. | think | hate the waiting more than anything else.”

For three days we spent as much tas possible with one another. After rummaging through the overstocked pantry in Jaspar’s

safehouse, | concluded that | was tired of all things in shiny packages. It was the heinous workout sessions in the morning that

helpedmaintain ssemblance of self-defense, other than my ability to tear the soul from someone’s body.

On the third day, at ten in the morning, a sequence of heavy thuds sounded on the door. The tablet with its security cameras

beeped, pulling up an image of a man and woman.

When we opened the front door for them, | wasn't the only one who was a bit dumbfounded.

The woman was in her early thirties, but was dressed well-like a tourist. Her t-shirt said, ‘I heart NY’ and she wore an actual visor

on her head, along with a pair of wide framed sunglasses. Her cargo shorts and thick soled shoes completed and confirmed the

tourist outfit. The man at her side was dressed much the same. Cargo shorts and a black f***y pack, along with an identical pair

of thick soled shoes.

While their clothes completely threw us off, | did not miss the alertness in their emotions, or the muscles that protruded from just

about every surface of their body.

“We are here to escort Ms. Aurora, her mates, and friend.” It was the man who spoke, towering over Tori and I. My own surprise

shocked me, as did the man’s voice when he spoke. It was light, carefree, and actually kind of happy considering the

circumstances. | could feel that positive attitude as it radiated from him in warm waves. He looked a bit gruff with the shaved

head and thick beard, but the grin on his face transformed him from threatening warrior to gentle giant. “Looks like we found the

right place. The nis Dex, and my cheerful partner is Carson.”

“You won't be needing to take anything with you.” Carson said in a harsher tone, one that said we needed to get going. Her

demeanor was different from Dex’s, much sterner and more serious. “Let's get going. We had to leave the van on an access

road. These shoes aren't meant for hiking through the forest.”

During the day, the house looked much different. It wasn’t the first twe had stepped outside since arriving at the safehouse,

but I still couldn’t get used to how large it truly was. | found myself both relieved and anxious as we walked down the steps,

towards where the forest and yard met.

“What's with the clothes, anyway?” Tori was brave enough to ask, cocking an eyebrow at the t-shirt she wore.

“Right now, your friend the most important person in our world. Considering she doesn't let it go to her head, she could really

change things for all of us.” Carson tossed over her shoulder without looking back. The French braid that ran down her back

swayed as she walked. “She needs protection, but we can’t drive down the highway with an armored vehicle and six escorts.

Marcus Novak would be on us within minutes. A disguise might just buy us enough tto get you to the drop off.”

“Are backroads not available?” | asked.

“Marcus is gonna have those monitored first, considering they're smaller and more likely to be used by you fugitives.” Dex said

with a deep laugh, like two boulders clashing together. | looked back to where he tailed us, unable to refrain from cracking a

smile.

“The highway is just as dangerous as the back roads, but it'll save us a good two hours.” Carson said from the front, increasing

her pace to where Alec and Kade had to helpfrom tripping over everything.

| kept eyes on the ground, stepping over the stray roots and plants. | nearly fell to the ground as my foot slid on a patch of mud. It

was Alec’s arms underneath my shoulders that keptfrom being coated in the d***y substance.

“What a dangerous soul-eater you are.” He smirked low in my ear, sending a flood of emotions throughthat were not

appropriate for the tand place.

The access road was a thin dirt road that stretched off into the forest. The tree's parted for the little dirt road, allowing just a sliver

of the cloudless sky to shine overhead. The air was brisk and cool, much different from my tspent in the twin’s pack, where

the sun and humidity were constantly at war.

This t| did laugh as we cupon a navy-colored minivan. It wasn’t the floral seat covers that madechuckle, but the

wide array of bumper stickers on the back. One said “my child made honor roll this year!”. Another read, “Dog mom!”. On the

back window were a cluster of those stick-man families. A muscular looking stickman posed a s the father, along with a mother,

four children, and a dog.

“Just another family traveling for vacation.” Dex grinned, patting the hood of the van with a firm hand.

“Is this thing even safe?” Tori asked, lifting an eyebrow at Dex.

“Oh, you bet it is.” His smile widened as though this question pleased him. He led Tori around to the side of the van and opened

it up. “This thing is full of reinforced steel and bullet proof glass. Doesn't even weigh her down.”

Apart from the mix of country and rock music trickling through the dull speakers of the minivan, there was nothing but silence and

the whoosh of the passing cars to fill my mind. | sat at the very center in between Alec and Kade, while Tori sat in the far back.

“So, how do you know Jaspar?” | asked, finally finding the courage.

Dex and Carson glanced at one another, a long look that just screamed silent conversation.

“Mr. Fox is—-was a High Table member. He knows a lot of people, werewolves and humans.” Carson responded in a tone that let