TAMED BY THE ALPHA TWINS

CHAPTER 5

EMMA MORETTI

My head is a whirlwind as I lie in bed.

The conversation with Damon and Elijah still echoes in my mind like an endless storm.

Their words, "You are ours" "Last of the Ragnar bloodline" won’t leave my head.

My body is exhausted, but my mind won’t stop.

I turn to one side, then the other, trying to convince myself that tomorrow, in the light of day, everything will make more sense.

But the truth is, my life will never be the same again. And the idea of being connected to Damon and Elijah in such an intense, inescapable way is a weight I still can’t comprehend.

Eventually, exhaustion wins, and my eyes begin to close.

The silence of the mansion is interrupted only by the sound of soft rain outside, tapping gently against the windows.

Then, the sound of their voices wakes me.

“They’re here!”, Damon’s voice is firm and low but filled with urgency.

“We need to act fast. There’s no time!”, Elijah responds, and his voice is full of tension.

Before I can get up, the sound of gunshots cuts through the night’s silence, followed by a howl that makes my heart race.

My body freezes for a moment, but I’m quickly jolted from my stupor when Damon and Elijah burst into the room.

“Get up now, Emma!”, Damon orders, pulling the covers off me.

“What’s going on?”, I ask, confused and scared.

“There’s no time to explain. Put this on and come with us.", Elijah says, handing me a jacket.

They’re holding guns. Real guns. My gaze falls on the gleaming bullets in Damon’s gun chamber, and I realize they’re silver.

“You have guns? Silver bullets? What’s happening?”

“They came for you, Emma.", Damon says seriously, and the intensity in his eyes twists my stomach into knots.

“Who?”, I ask, but my words come out trembling.

“Werewolves. And they’re not friends.", Elijah answers while checking the magazine of his gun.

My heart races even faster, but I don’t have time to process the fear.

Damon grabs my arm, and we run down the hallway. Outside, the sound of rain grows louder, a constant noise filling the emptiness with the mansion.

There’s no time to get the car. We exit through the side door and run into the night’s darkness. The rain pours down hard, soaking my hair and clothes in seconds.

“Stay close to us!”, Damon shouts over the sound of the rain and thunder.

We run across the lawn, the wet grass slipping beneath my feet. I hold tightly to Elijah’s hand, feeling more vulnerable than ever. In the distance, I see the figures of werewolves in their beastly form. Their glowing eyes cut through the darkness, and their howls echo like a nightmare.

Elijah raises the gun and fires. The sound is deafening, and I see one of the werewolves fall. My instinct tells me to stop, to scream, but my feet keep moving. It’s as if my body knows stopping would mean death.

“Run faster!”, Damon shouts, his voice cutting through the storm.

My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I’m wet, cold, and terrified. But I run. I hold on tightly to their hands and follow, even when it feels like my legs can’t take it anymore.

After what feels like an eternity, Damon points to a narrow entrance between the rocks ahead.

“There!”, he shouts.

We run into the cave, and the relief of being in a dry space is immediate, even if temporary. Elijah is the last to enter, covering the entrance with loose stones to make it harder for the werewolves to follow us.

“They’ve lost sight of us, at least for now.", he says, panting.

Damon turns on his phone’s flashlight and illuminates the cave’s interior. The space is small but enough to shelter us.

I sit on the ground, trembling from the cold. My teeth chatter, and my breath comes out in visible puffs due to the temperature difference.

“Are you okay?”, Damon asks, kneeling beside me.

“I’m… fine.”, I lie, hugging my body.

He moves closer, taking off his own jacket and wrapping it around me. The immediate warmth of the fabric is a relief, but not enough to stop the trembling.

“You’re freezing.", Elijah says, sitting on my other side.

Before I can protest, they both wrap their arms around me. It’s like being enveloped by a human blanket. Their warmth floods through me, and slowly, I begin to feel my muscles relax.

“We need to stay here for a while, until we’re sure they’re gone.", Damon says, his voice firm but low.

I close my eyes, feeling the heat of their bodies against mine. It’s comforting, almost natural. But then I realize something strange.

The connection I feel with them isn’t one of siblings. It’s something deeper, more intense. My heart races again, but this time, not out of fear.

Elijah tightens his arms around me, as if trying to protect me from everything outside.

Damon holds my hand, his fingers warm against mine. My body responds to them in a way I’ve never felt before.

I should feel guilty. I should feel confused. But at this moment, all I can feel is desire.

I open my eyes and look at Damon. The flashlight highlights his strong features, the tense jaw, as he keeps his eyes fixed on the cave’s entrance.

He’s beautiful in an almost otherworldly way. And then I look at Elijah, who is so close I can smell him—a mix of rain, earth, and something purely masculine.

My breath falters, and my body seems to awaken in a way it never has before. I want them. I want them both, and not as adopted brothers.

But I say nothing. I can’t say anything.

Damon notices my gaze and lowers his eyes to meet mine. For a moment, something raw and intense crosses his expression, but he quickly looks away, as if trying to hide what he was thinking.

Elijah, on the other hand, doesn’t try to hide it. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, and there’s something there, something that makes me feel like he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

I close my eyes again, trying to push those thoughts away. It’s not the time for this. It shouldn’t be the time for this.

But the warmth of their bodies is undeniable. And the connection I feel with them is impossible to ignore.

And there, in the silence of the cave, with the rain falling outside, I realize my life has changed forever. Not just because of what I’ve discovered about who I am, but because of what I feel for Damon and Elijah.

I don’t know how I’ll deal with it.

But I know nothing will ever be the same.

Damon takes off his wet jacket and places it on the cave floor, while Elijah does the same.

The light from their cell phone flashlights casts a pale glow on the rocky walls, and the sound of the rain outside is almost deafening.

They work silently, organizing the space so I can lie down.

“Emma, lie here. You need to get warm.", Damon says, his voice low but commanding.

I hesitate for a moment, still trembling. I’m exhausted, my body heavy and cold from the relentless rain.

“Come on, Emma. You won’t survive like this if you stay wet and cold.", Elijah adds, his golden eyes glowing under the dim light.

Finally, I give in, lying down on the makeshift bed.

They position themselves on either side of me, their gazes heavy with concern.

The warmth of their bodies is immediate, almost overwhelming.

Damon is on my right, his hand resting on the ground so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating from it.

Elijah is on my left; his breathing is calm, but his body is tense near mine.

I blink, biting my lip as I glance at Damon’s fingers.

They’re dangerously close to my chest, and my heart races. It’s impossible to ignore how their proximity affects every cell in my body.

When my eyes meet Damon’s, he’s watching me intently.

His gaze is dark, almost predatory, and my chest rises and falls rapidly as if trying to catch the breath he steals from me.

I turn my head to Elijah, seeking refuge in his expression, but he’s looking at me the same way.

Something has shifted. The atmosphere is charged, unlike anything I’ve felt before.

“Damon, we can’t…”, Elijah begins, his voice hesitant.

“This won’t make any difference, Elijah. She’s already ours anyway.", Damon replies, his voice deep, almost a growl.

My heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s echoing in the cave.

I do nothing to push him away when he leans toward me.

Instead, my body feels paralyzed, as if it’s waiting… yearning.

“Damon…” I murmur, almost breathless.

He presses a finger against my lips.

“Shhh…”

Before I can say anything else, his lips capture mine.

The kiss is warm, intense, and steals the air from my lungs.

I close my eyes, feeling my body surrender to his.

My hands instinctively find his face, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

The heat is almost unbearable, a flame growing inside me.

Then, I feel something else: Elijah’s lips touch my bare shoulder, and a shiver runs down my spine.

He traces a path of kisses up to my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

“Elijah…”, I moan, tilting my head back as Damon moves to the other side of my neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin.

They’re claiming me, every touch purposeful, every kiss leaving a burning trail on my skin.

My body responds in ways I’ve never experienced before, a whirlwind of sensations consuming me entirely.

“You’re ours, Emma.", Damon murmurs against my skin, his voice filled with something primal.

I can only moan in response, unable to form words.

Elijah pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

“Say you want this, Emma. Say you want us.”

I take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling.

“I want you… both of you.”

The words come out as a whisper but are enough to ignite something in them.

Damon looks at me with an intensity that almost makes me crumble, while Elijah hides a satisfied smile.

“Then you’ll have us.", Damon declares, his voice firm and low.

He begins sliding the jacket off my shoulders as Elijah helps me sit up.

I feel Elijah’s fingers gently cradling my head, his eyes locked on mine.

I don’t hesitate when he leans in and kisses me, his lips warm and soft against mine.

Damon, on the other hand, is fire.

His hands explore my body with confidence, removing the wet layers of fabric.

I’m lost between them, every touch, every kiss feeding the flame inside me.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma.", Elijah whispers against my lips, while Damon traces a path of kisses down my collarbone.

I kiss them alternately, first one, then the other, feeling as if I’m being pulled into a storm I never want to escape.

They’re removing my wet clothes, but there’s no hesitation in their movements, only reverence.

When I’m finally left with just my bare skin, I notice their gazes.

Damon reaches out and gently touches my shoulder and chest, his fingers warm against my cold skin.

“The bite marks are glowing.", he observes, his voice filled with awe.

I look at my shoulders and see their bite marks radiating a soft glow.

It’s as if the heat between us has awakened them, a living reminder that I belong to them.

“You’re ours, forever.", Elijah says, his voice heavy with emotion.

I feel tears burning in my eyes, but they’re not from fear or sadness.

They’re from acceptance.

For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere. Like I belong to them.

They move closer, their bodies pressing against mine again.

I bite my lips harder when I feel Damon’s lips trailing down my neck.

I open my eyes as he lifts my shirt, and suddenly I don’t feel cold anymore.

His eyes look more golden as he touches my breasts, squeezing my n*ppl*s firmly.

“Damon…”, I moan his name, and then I feel Elijah’s lips against mine.

His tongue enters my mouth, and I moan louder, a warm sensation taking over me at this moment.

I don’t want them to stop.

I hear the rain falling outside, and I open my eyes to see both of them start sucking on my breasts.

I hold their heads, feeling my skin shiver under their touch.

Damon groans, and I moan louder when I feel his hand trailing down my stomach and further.

He lifts his head to look at me as he starts rubbing the most sensitive part of my body over my pants.

God, what is happening to me?

I don’t have just one brother; I have both of them for myself.

Damon spreads my legs wider, and my hands move, pulling their shirts off.

I need them now.

Elijah pulls me onto his lap; he seems out of control, and I’ve never seen him like this before.

He was always the most restrained.

He kisses me again, while I feel Damon’s hands touching me endlessly.

Time seems to stand still around me as Elijah and Damon continue to touch and kiss me inside this cave. I've never felt anything like it.

I've never dated someone before; I've never been touched like this. My first kiss was at school in a game of truth and dare, but it wasn't that good.

Damon and Elijah never let me get too close to the boys; they always told me they were protecting me.But now I realize that they always knew that one day I would be their partner; they knew what would happen. They always knew I was theirs.

Elijah, always so restrained, runs a hand through his dark hair and leans toward me.

His golden eyes shine with something I’ve never seen before — a powerful mix of possessiveness and tenderness that leaves me breathless.

“You don’t have to do anything, Emma. Just trust us.”, he says, his deep voice caressing every part of me.

The air inside the cave feels heavier now, charged with an electric tension impossible to ignore.

My heart pounds in my chest as I look at them, my lips trembling.

I no longer have any doubts about what they want, and to my surprise, I realize I want it too.

I want it more than anything.

Damon gently pulls me closer, his warm fingers sliding along the contours of my face, as if memorizing every detail.

“Let us show you what it means to be ours.", he murmurs, the intensity in his voice making me shiver.

When his lips meet mine, they are warm, demanding, and awaken something primal inside me.

A moan escapes my throat, echoing off the walls of the cave.

Nothing else matters, not the cold, not the rain, only their presence, so close, so overwhelming.

I feel Elijah’s fingers touch my skin, caressing my neck before sliding to my shoulder.

A shiver runs through my entire body, and my heart nearly bursts from my chest.

“Emma.", he calls me, his voice firm but with a gentleness that makes me want to melt.

I slowly open my eyes and meet his gaze, so intense, so full of something that makes me feel unique.

Damon steps back just enough to give me space, allowing me to turn toward Elijah.

He holds me as if I am the center of his universe, as if I am the reason he exists.

When his lips finally touch mine, it’s different.

It’s not rushed or demanding, but deep and full of meaning.

Elijah kisses me as if he’s marking every second of this moment in his memory, as if nothing else in the world matters but me.

They are mine.

And I am theirs.

Forever.