Claimed By The Twin Alphas

Chapter Thirteen: Deaf Week Ends

LARA'S POV

I couldn't sleep.

It was Day 5 of my deaf week, the last day of silence before my hearing would return at midnight. I laid in Kael's bed, staring at the dark ceiling, hyperaware of his arm draped possessively across my waist, pinning me in place.

After Alden had discovered the mate marks this afternoon, everything had shifted. He'd grabbed my wrist, yanked up my sleeve, and stared at those glowing silvery marks with a smile that made my blood run cold. Then he'd said something to Dante while deliberately turning his face away from me so I couldn't read his lips.

But I'd seen Dante's expression. I saw the fear there.

When Kael had come to collect me for dinner, he'd been all smiles and gentle touches. But there was something different in his eyes. Something calculating that I'd never noticed before.

Now I was trapped in his bed, unable to sleep, my mind spinning with thoughts I couldn't escape.

The twins, the mate marks, alden's discovery and the way my body had burned when Cian touched me.

I must have dozed off eventually because suddenly I wasn't in the bed anymore. I was in a dream room with the alphas, and I could see their faces clearly.

No one had clothes on, our skin was sweaty and sticky. The only sounds were our loud breathing and the bed hitting the wall.

Cian was on top of me first. He grabbed my knees and pushed them all the way back to my chest. He started f*****g me so fast and so hard. It was like a race. He was grunting with every push, his face twisted because it felt so good.

"Yeah! f**k me, Cian! Yes!" I screamed at the ceiling. My eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Then, Rowan grabbed me. He flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He reached down and gave my ass a sexy spank, and it made me moan even louder.

Rowan got behind me and shoved his veiny c**k inside my wet dripping p***y. He was thick and heavy. He held my waist tight with his big hands and started pounding into me from behind. At the same time, Cian moved in front of me. He put his d**k in my mouth. I sucked him deep, tasting his salt and sweat.

The bed was banging against the wall. "Scream for us, Lara!" Rowan shouted. He was shaking because he was close to finishing. He spanked me again, harder this time, leaving a red mark.

I was screaming and crying at the same time. It felt too good. I moved my hips back against Rowan while I kept sucking Cian. My whole body was vibrating.

"You feel that?" Cian groaned, looking down at me while I worked on him. "You feel how much we love f*****g you?"

I couldn't answer. I just made loud, long sounds in my throat. I was shaking all over. The room was spinning, and the noise of our bodies hitting each other was the only thing I could hear.

When he pulled back, his storm gray eyes held mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "Wake up, Lara. Before it's too late. Wake up and see the truth."

I gasped awake, my body trembling and slick with sweat. My heart was pounding, and between my legs I was wet and aching from a dream about men who weren't my mate.

Shame crashed over me in waves. What kind of Luna was I? Lying in my Alpha's bed, dreaming about other men, responding to them in ways I'd never responded to Kael?

I glanced at him beside me. He was still asleep, his breathing was deep, and even his arm was still possessive across my waist. In the moonlight filtering through the windows, he looked peaceful and handsome. Everything an Alpha should be.

So why did I feel nothing when I looked at him? Why did his touch feel cold compared to the burning heat of my dreams?

I needed air and needed space. Needed to clear my head before I went insane.

Carefully, slowly, I lifted Kael's arm and slipped out from under it. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. I pulled on the silk robe draped over the chair and padded barefoot across the cold stone floor to the tall windows overlooking the palace grounds.

The moon was full and bright, casting everything in silver light. The courtyard below was empty, the guards making their rounds somewhere out of sight. Beyond the walls, I could see the dark line of the forest.

And there, just at the tree line, barely visible in the shadows, I saw them.

Two figures. Two motorcycles were parked beside them.

My breath caught in my throat. Even from this distance, even in darkness, I knew who they were. The mate bond pulled at my chest, a physical ache that had nothing to do with the dream I'd just woken from.

They were watching the palace.

I pressed my hand against the cold glass; my heart was racing. Why were they out there? What did they want? Why couldn't they just leave me alone to be the Luna I was supposed to be?

But even as I thought it, I knew the truth. I didn't want them to leave. Part of me, the part I was desperately trying to ignore, was glad they were there.

My wrist tingled beneath my robe sleeve where the mate mark was hidden. Like it was responding to their proximity, calling to them across the distance.

I looked at the clock on the mantle. Eleven fifty-seven. Three more minutes until midnight. Three more minutes of this suffocating silence before my hearing returned.

I watched the seconds tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. Fifty-eight, Fifty-nine. Midnight.

My hearing is fully back now. The sudden return of sound after five days of silence was overwhelming. I could hear everything: the wind outside, the crackling fire, my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, and Kael's voice, cold and demanding.

"Who are you looking for, Lara?"