Mated Twice To Twins

The Boss

"Hello, little one," I struggled to open my eyes as the words fell on my ears like I was in a dream. Remembering where I was my eyes shot open to a vision of a woman standing over me. "Finally, you're awake, I've been calling out to you for a few minutes now," Her soft voice was calming, and I sat up thinking this might be another good person like Claude. "It's rude to not address a person who says their salutation,"

"Hello," I replied wiping my eyes. How I wish I was back home, in my bed, surrounded by my mates. I was just starting to accept my life, the way things were supposed to be and it made me so angry that my father sold me to this... this Irma Logue whoever she is. A person who buys another to do experiments on, and takes people from their families, why?

"Good, glad to know you have some manners, little one. Now, I believe an introduction is in order, My name is Irma Diane Logue, and La Chambre Blanche was left to me by my father, Malvin Caleb Logue. He began his studies on the curiosities and oddities of people about forty years ago, I am human as you can tell. Nothing odd or exciting about me, I am very average, plain... well, not entirely I am after all my father's daughter." Her smile became wider as I looked at her in shock and horror. "Yes, and you fascinate me, little one, werewolves do in general, The whole mates thing in itself is something of a curiosity in and of itself, but you have four. Four mates, that is something unheard of, having twin mates is rare but you little one have four. Your father has explained to me that you were a twin, correct?" I couldn't speak I was still in shock and utter disbelief that I was staring evil in the face and she looked so innocent and sweet. The way her wavy blonde hair cascaded just over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes, and her ivory skin were condescending to an evil being with such beauty was a paradox. How did she become like this? "It is common courtesy to answer when asked a question,"

"Yes, my twin Jemma," my voice rang out, I couldn't seem to control the levels of my voice. I didn't know if it was my fear, anxiety, or the need to rush out something, anything to say so that whatever her retaliation would be I wouldn't receive it. I tried shifting the times when I was awake since Claude told the brothers to hold off on the liquid they were putting through my vent. I couldn't, I tried, but I couldn't shift, I couldn't muster the strength I needed to rip off the door either. It was like I was human like I was simply weak.

"I see, you must have taken all of her nutrients and such. In that process, somehow absorbed some part of her as well, her ability for a mate is one, seeing as how you are mated to two sets of twins. Your father was a wise man to sell you to us, being a doctor himself and he couldn't imagine how you were mated to four werewolves. Now, I want to take you in the back so that I can get some samples from you. Boys!" Glenn stepped inside my room followed by Gordon with a wheelchair, I struggled but was quickly subdued by the straps that went around my ankles and wrists. "This is my laboratory, my father had everything you could want to study the odd. Don't worry today, I will be taking blood and urine, Not to worry little one, you will be here forever so I have a long time to run every test I possibly can to get the answer I want."

"Please," I begged, for many things, for her to stop, to be let go, for my mates to rescue me, for this nightmare I found myself in to be over. Gordon picked me up from the wheelchair and hoisted me on the cold silver slab while his brother tied my wrists and ankles.

"I'll try not to hurt you, Cher," Came the familiar voice of the man I looked forward to seeing every day. I looked over to see Claude walking over with a tray full of vials and needles, my eyes betrayed me as I tried to repeat don't cry over and over. "I'm going to take your blood," I felt the prick on the inside of my arm as he drew my blood the first of many to come I'm sure. To have the one person I thought I could count on here in this prison I had been put into waiting for my sentence to be put out into the open had been unknown until now.

"I will give you a cup and you will bring it back full of urine, Don't try to run away you'll be too exhausted to even try that's thanks to the valerian and wolfsbane," Irma announced as she grabbed the vials of blood off the tray and placing them on a counter. I slowly walked towards the bathroom looking for a way out, any way for me to get a message to someone, any possible way that I could leave. "Hurry up in there, little one and you can go back to your room!" My cell was more like it, there was nothing in there of personal wise to make it a room, it was La Chambre Blanche, "The White Room, nothing more.

"I'll take her back, Madam," Claude spoke out as I handed him my cup before falling into the wheelchair. "Cher, wake up," He shook my shoulders as we headed down the poorly lit hallway back to my cell. "Cher, I know how it looked in there but I just wanted to apologize."

"Yeah," Still mad I couldn't find the words to say. What was I supposed to say?

"I think I know where you live, I think I can contact someone for you...."