The Alpha's Secret Twins

Sara. I was done with everything. I stood at the edge of that stupid cliff, heart hammering so hard it felt like it was going to crack my ribs. Only one thing in my head: jump. Just jump and make all the bullying stop. Make the pain stop. Make me stop existing. “Goddess, forgive me,” I whispered, voice shaking like a leaf, then I stepped off. I didn’t fall. A strong hand grabbed my wrist, rough and tight, yanking me back so hard my shoulder screamed. My legs kicked uselessly in the air while the rest of me just hung there like worthless trash. “Sara, what the f**k is wrong with you?!” Killian shouted, dragging me up and throwing me onto the grass. I lost my mind. I started clawing at his arms, kicking, scratching, trying to bite anything I could reach. “Let me go! Just let me die, you bastard!” “Leave me alone, Killian! I hate you!” I screamed, still fighting like a wild animal even though he was way stronger. He shifted back fast, eyes wide open in shock. “Sara! What the hell are you doing?!” I didn’t answer. Tears were burning my eyes but I refused to let them fall in front of him. Why did he have to show up and ruin even my death? “You could’ve died,” he said, voice suddenly softer as he knelt beside me on the grass. “That was the whole f*****g point, you i***t!” I snapped, chest heaving. He stared at me like I’d slapped him. “Sara…” I let out this ugly, broken laugh. It sounded wet and crazy. If I didn’t laugh I was definitely going to start sobbing like a child. “Why do you even care, huh? Tell me why the f**k you care now after all these years?” “What do you mean why do I care?” He sounded pissed and confused, voice rising. “You think I’d just watch you jump and do nothing?” “f**k you!” I yelled. I pushed myself up on shaky legs and slammed both hands into his chest as hard as I could. He didn’t even budge. “What are you now? My f*****g savior? I don’t need your pity!” “Sara, calm down—” “Why didn’t you just let me die?!” My voice cracked wide open. “That’s the least you owe me! Why do you and your rich asshole friends always have to destroy the one thing I finally decide to do for myself? I could’ve been gone by now. I could’ve finally forgotten about all of you!” “Death isn’t the answer, Sara.” “Oh yeah? Then what is the answer?” I sneered, snot running down my face. “Living like this? Being the pack’s punching bag every single day? Getting bullied and pushed around by you and your crew? You saved me just so you all can keep having your favorite toy to torment?” “You’re hurting bad, I can see that—” “No you don’t see s**t!” I screamed right in his face. “You don’t understand anything! I lost my parents… and then I lost you. My best friend. You dropped me like garbage the second I wasn’t rich enough or good enough for your new circle!” I hated him so much my stomach was twisting. I tried to run back toward the cliff edge again but he grabbed my arm fast. I screamed and kicked and hit him with everything I had. “Let go of me! Let me go!” He didn’t. Instead he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and started marching toward the pack house. “Put me down, Killian! I swear I’ll kill you myself!” He stayed quiet the whole way. He used the side entrance, probably ashamed to be seen carrying the weak omega. When we got to my tiny room he kicked the door open and dropped me on my small bed, surprisingly gentle. “Go away,” I whispered harshly, curling up. “Why? So you can try to jump again the moment I leave?” he asked, standing there looking down at me. “s**t…” I wiped my muddy, tear-streaked face with even muddier hands. He went into the bathroom without another word, came back with a basin of water and a cloth. He started cleaning my hands, my feet, my arms. I was too drained to fight him anymore. Then he knelt in front of me and reached for my face. I tried to pull away but he held my chin softly. His touch felt too kind. It reminded me of the Killian from ten years ago, before he became one of them. “Why are you doing all this?” I asked, my voice breaking completely. “You hate me. You’ve spent years making sure I know how much you hate me.” “I don’t hate you, Sara,” he said quietly. He finished wiping my face, took the basin back to the bathroom, then pulled the chair right next to my bed and sat there staring at me in silence. “Making sure I don’t kill myself tonight, huh?” I said with a dry, ugly chuckle. He still didn’t speak. Just kept watching me. Something stupid took over me. I reached out slowly and touched his jaw. He stiffened but didn’t move away. I leaned in and kissed him, sloppy and desperate. He snapped. His hands grabbed my hair hard and he kissed me back, rough and almost angry. Clothes came off in a messy rush — shirts pulled over heads, pants shoved down. He pushed me flat on the bed. I felt his hard d**k, hot and heavy, rubbing against my thigh. My heart was pounding. When he spread my legs and pushed the head of his c**k against my p***y, I was already wet but still scared. He thrust in hard without warning. “f**k—!” I gasped loud. It hurt. Sharp burning pain as he stretched me open. He was thick and he didn’t go slow at all. He shoved deeper, grunting, hips slamming against me right away. “Ahh… s**t, Killian… it hurts…” I moaned, nails digging into his back. He kept going, rough and fast, the bed creaking like crazy. “Sara…” he growled my name between heavy breaths. Every thrust felt too deep, too much. My p***y burned but it was also getting wetter, making these embarrassing slick sounds. I couldn’t hold back the moans slipping out. “Oh f**k… oh god…” My legs were shaking badly. It hurt and felt good at the same time in the messiest way. I felt full, raw, used. “Don’t stop… please…” I begged even though I hated myself for it, voice all broken and whiny. He f****d me harder, grunting with every slam. “You feel so f*****g tight…” he muttered against my neck. My body started tightening up. I was moaning louder, almost crying. “Killian… I’m gonna— ahh!” My p***y clenched hard around his d**k as I came, thighs trembling, a messy rush that made my eyes roll back for a second. He cursed under his breath, thrust a few more jerky times, then buried himself deep. I felt his c**k twitching inside me as he came, hot spurts filling my p***y. We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing hard and sweaty. Then he pulled out slowly. When I woke up the next morning, bright sunlight was stabbing into the room. My body felt sore between my legs, sticky from last night. I reached over to the other side of the bed, hoping to feel him there. It was cold. Killian was gone.