Mated Twice To Twins

I forgot

I knew it must have been at least four days since I arrived here. I missed my best friend's birthday and, according to the twins, I have a little over a week left to get marked or I'll hurt even worse. Every day I wake up, my chest pains, my head aches, and my anxiety makes me feel like I'm dying. If what Claude said was true, then perhaps he could get something to my mates. Maybe he'll tell them where I am and my entire pack will come for me and shut down this retched place. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was meant to be marked and start my life with the one destined to be mine. As luck would have it, I got four. I could never have envisioned this for myself, ever. To have them all want me, from never being shown love to being overwhelmed by it was amazing. My father, after my twin and mother died, was never around. He never showed me love. He was usually gone before I got up for school and didn't come back until after I went to sleep. My grandfather Toussaint, my mother's father, was my rock and my foundation. He went above and beyond for me all the time, he was always there and made an effort. When he passed away it was as if my only parent had died. I stayed in bed for a week. My father didn't notice or maybe he didn't care, but I stopped doing even the simplest things. My best friend had to drag me out of bed and help me start to feel normal again. I had already subconsciously started to build a family with the twins, moving into some enormous house and having little ones. Now, I fear that may never come true.

"Cher," Claude announced as he entered the room. "Here's your breakfast, I got oatmeal, eggs, bacon, and ham." He smiled proudly as I took the tray from him. "I won't be in here much today. Madam has me running errands for her all day." He bent his knees to get closer. "While I'm out, I'll get as close as possible to your pack and drop the note to the first person I see. Who are your mates?"

"Seth and Shane McKinney," I paused, taking a sip of coffee.

"You got two mates? Must be why you're here," Claude mumbled as he stood back up.

"Oscar and Oliver McKinney." I took a bite of bacon as I looked up at him.

"Who are they?" Claude inquired, as he scrunched his eyebrows together.

"They are my soulmates. I have four," I smiled up at him. "The Alpha is Christopher McKinney, their uncle. So, anyone like that would be great. Thank you so much, Claude. You're saving my life!" I watched as he smiled and headed out the door. Hopefully, it won't be long until I get to see my mates. The door opened a few hours later and a small woman stepped inside carrying a tray full of food.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Geautreaux, I am Beatrice Snow. Mr. Theriot's understudy, here is your lunch." She spoke as she handed me the tray.

"Where's Claude?" I questioned the mousy-haired girl. She had to be younger than me, she seemed frail and weak. I could easily over-power her if I ever needed to even if the medications that were pumped into this room were taking away most of my strength.

"Mr. Theriot is still out running errands for Ms. Logue. He should be back later this afternoon," She seemed to be forcing a smile. "I know this isn't Mr. Theriot's cooking, but I made beef stew, and I brought a banana and yogurt too. Enjoy!" Her voice seemed to almost squeak as she turned to leave. As I ate I continued to worry about how Claude was getting along, if he happened to reach any one of my mates, and how much I longed to be with them again. The hours rolled on I stared at the white empty wall until I heard another knock on the door. "Hello, again Ms. Geautreaux, I brought supper."

"What? Where's Claude?" I inquired, as I sat back down on the mattress.

"Oh, I was informed this afternoon that Mr. Theriot is no longer with us, Ms. Geautreaux." She looked sorrowful as she handed me the plate of food.

"What does that mean?" I began to worry hearing those words that flooded my ears like a rushing waterfall.

"Well, Mr. Theriot has passed away, Ms. Logue had him killed. She found out some things she didn't like and now I must take his place." I felt a pain in my chest as the words passed her lips. Irma Logue must have figured out that Claude was trying to help me get out and she did away with him. She killed the only chance, the only comfort I had in the horrible place. I'll never get out, I'll never see my mates, my best friend, or anyone again. How could my father do this to me?

"They... she killed him?" My eyes began to water thinking about what was going to happen to me now.

"I can see you're upset, I'll leave your food, and be back a little later to check on you. Sorry for your loss." Beatrice stated as she closed the door behind her. I dropped the tray falling to the floor, and crying. Everything I thought about was now but a fading memory. How will I ever get out of this place now? What will my life become? Will I just be another person lost to La Chambre Blanche? Will my mates denounce me and I really will be all alone?