Touch me, My Twin Alphas

Beryl's POV: A giant full moon hung in the sky above The Greystar Pack, casting a warm glow on the party lights twinkling outside my window. I had spent the entire afternoon stringing them up on the roof and tree branches for the twins. Today was Lucas and Andrew's 18th birthday, Alpha Ragnar's twin sons. It was hard to believe that the twins, who had taken pleasure in bullying me since childhood, were old enough to take over the entire pack! I didn't want to be a nuisance, so after the party began, I hid in my little nest – the smallest attic in the entire house. But the cheers from the party still stung me. I climbed out of bed and drew my lavender curtains tightly. Finally, I lay back on the bed, pulled up my quilt, and covered my face like an oyster retreating into its shell. None of this had anything to do with me. I had no reason to be sad, I told myself. As an adopted child, I had long been accustomed to being forgotten by everyone. It was no big deal. I listened quietly to my own breathing. For some reason, I still felt a little, just a tiny bit, lonely. I couldn't remember how I came to The Greystar Pack. I was very young then. I didn't know who my birth parents were or why they abandoned me at such a young age. When I first arrived at the pack, the witch confirmed to Luna that I was a wolf. The problem was that in the past sixteen years, I had hardly shown any werewolf characteristics. My wolf seemed to have disappeared. Gradually, everyone thought I was a wolfless girl, small, cowardly, and worthless to the pack. The Greystar Pack I lived in was ruled by Alpha Ragnar and his Luna, Lyra. Lyra told me that I needed to earn my keep by working because I couldn't live in The Greystar Pack for free. I needed to repay their kindness in taking me in. In the meantime, I received food, clothing, shelter, and basic necessities. At the same time, the twins, who were a few years older than me, spent idyllic and carefree childhoods at home. The twins didn't like me. They despised me and constantly reminded me that my status was lower than theirs, that I was their personal servant. When I first came to The Greystar Pack, Lucas and Andrew were just kids and very friendly to me. They would share their food with me and help me make the bed in the attic, my living area in a dark, damp, and enclosed space. But after puberty, Lucas and Andrew became mean. They seemed to be spoiled and needed to vent their boredom on others for satisfaction. For example, I would often find stones and bugs in my food bowl, a rather low-level tactic. During the cold winter, Andrew would splash ice water on my blanket. The cold would seep into my bones, and I could only curl up in a corner, shivering. I sighed and sat up in bed, untied my long, golden-brown hair, and twisted it into a high bun. I loved my long hair, but I couldn't let it flow freely in the wind. Every time I let my hair down, the twins would find their own unique ways to tease me. They often made fun of my hairstyle in front of me and pulled my hair for no reason. They even cut it short once! It pained me so much! As if the pain couldn't get any worse, every time Lyra saw me, she would cross her arms high, raise her chin, and question me arrogantly, as if she were staring at a lowly insect. "Beryl, why are you so slow? Have you cleaned the chimney? Have you tidied up the attic? Oh, Beryl, have you bathed?" I rolled my eyes hard, feeling like I was being nagged a million times a day. Lyra was a strong and tall woman with long, curly, bright red hair and sharp features. She had a very attractive face, a high nose bridge, and a powerful but stern presence. At least to me, she was. Just like now, Lyra called my name in her sharp, anxious voice, "Beryl! Don't hide and slack off! Where are the desserts and milkshakes you prepared? The guests are all waiting!" Beryl was not the name my parents gave me, although my memory of them was already very vague. It was the twins who pointed at me and shouted "Beryl" when they were little, so it became my name. I was so scared and shy as a child that I never dared to resist, so everyone called me by that name. "Beryl, what the hell are you doing in your room?" Lyra knocked hard on my door. I sighed and climbed out of bed. As I walked past the mirror, I saw my reflection. My skin was flawless, and I was proud of my upturned nose and forest-green eyes. However, under those green eyes were prominent dark circles, which made my complexion look even worse. I knew I was overworked, but there was nothing I could do about it. If I wanted to live in The Greystar Pack, I had to accept being overworked. I didn't care. I just wanted to wait until I was eighteen, until I entered my wolf pack, and then leave this place freely. I hurried to the dining room and put the prepared desserts and milkshakes on the table. Lyra had been waiting for a long time, tapping her foot impatiently. "Beryl, why are you always so clumsy? Are your limbs tied to branches?" "Maybe if you didn't treat me like three people at the same time, I might be smarter," I retorted unconvinced. Lyra frowned, sighed, and rubbed her forehead. "I really don't know if it was right to leave the twins' birthday party to you." "But, honey, there's no one else in our pack who should be doing these chores." Ragnar, the Alpha of The Greystar Pack, also entered the dining room. He was tall and muscular, resembling an ancient Greek god. His deep blue eyes were deep and profound, and his beard had a touch of gold, which matched his majestic bearing. Ragnar kissed his Luna, and his gaze towards me instantly turned cold. "Beryl, you shouldn't talk to Lyra in that tone. It's very unpleasant." I endured it silently and rolled my eyes. Then Lyra began to give orders again. "What are you waiting for? Take all these milkshakes out! People are waiting!" Lyra frowned at me, and I suddenly felt my feet stiffen. I wasn't planning on meeting the twins tonight because if they caught me, they wouldn't miss the opportunity to humiliate me. "I..." Just as I was about to refuse, Lyra had already put a plate of milkshakes in my hand. "Hurry up!" she urged. I gripped the handle of the tray, looked out the window, and took a deep breath. I hoped the twins wouldn't make things difficult for me at this time... I prayed silently. I carefully carried the milkshakes to the yard and saw the twins at a glance – Lucas and Andrew. They stood in the center, the focus of the crowd, shining and dazzling. They inherited their father Ragnar's tall stature, and their thick hair fell casually, reflecting a natural and unrestrained beauty. Andrew had a pair of deep blue eyes and a high nose bridge, while Lucas had bright gray eyes and deep dimples. Their muscles were well-defined, their limbs long and powerful, and their bodies flawless. Not only were they handsome and charming, but they also exuded an irresistible confidence. Actually, the twins had different personalities. The older Lucas was calmer. But his mind was the most complex I had ever seen. I didn't dare to provoke him because if I offended Lucas, I'd be done for without even realizing it. Andrew, on the other hand, was very outgoing, and his malice towards me was more obvious. Unlike Lucas, who knew how to hide his emotions. Now, Andrew was talking to his Beta, his sly blue eyes searching for something in the crowd. And Lucas was holding his female companion, Ashley, immersed in a long, disgusting French kiss. I was glad that no one noticed me so that I could put down the milkshake and leave. But after I held my breath and walked a few steps with my head down, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Andrew suddenly shouted at me, "Hey! Look, everyone! Isn't that our hardworking maid, Beryl?" The noise of the party suddenly stopped. I looked up and found everyone was looking at me. My scalp tingled, and my heart couldn't help but jump. What was Andrew trying to do? Was he going to humiliate me in front of so many people? Why did he always have such mean ideas? Out of fear, I wanted to quickly put the milkshake on the table and escape. But I don't know who tripped me. I walked forward but completely lost my center of gravity. I watched as the milkshake jumped out of the plate, and then I fell flat on my face. I could feel my palms and knees were scraped, burning with pain. But luckily, my face didn't hit the ground, just the spilled milkshake. Andrew stood in front of me, looking at me like a pitiful dog. "Beryl, what are you doing? Is this your special ritual to celebrate my birthday?" My eyes were red with pain, and I glared at Andrew angrily, clenching my teeth. "I think she's trying to ruin this birthday party! The lowly Beryl!" Ashley, who was wearing a silver backless dress, came over and insulted me unceremoniously in front of everyone. I tried to raise my arm to stand up, but I gasped. It hurt so much; I couldn't do it. At this time, someone stretched out a hand to me. I looked up and saw it was Lucas. "Don't say that. I believe Beryl didn't mean it," he said to Ashley. I couldn't believe Lucas was speaking for me. "What are you doing, Lucas? Are you going to help this dirty maid?" Ashley looked at me sourly and jealously. Lucas offered me his hand, his always indifferent gray eyes actually becoming a little gentle. "Beryl, why don't you let me help you?" he asked me. I looked at Lucas hesitantly, hesitating whether to stretch out my hand. Lucas tilted his head and smiled at me kindly, still maintaining his original posture. I summoned up the courage, put my milkshake-stained hand in his palm, and stood up with his support. "Thank you." Looking at Lucas's handsome and delicate face, I squeezed out a sentence in embarrassment. A wicked smile flashed across his face. Lucas quickly shook off my hand, took two steps back, then turned to face everyone and announced, "Okay, everyone, now this milkshake-stained Dalmatian won't bother you anymore!" He turned his face and ordered coldly, "Beryl! Get back to where you belong!" Then, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. In an instant, my gratitude to Lucas turned into a huge joke. Shame washed over me violently, and sour liquid accumulated in my nasal cavity and tear ducts. Everyone started mocking me... "Look, it's Dalmatian Beryl! She can't do anything right!" "She doesn't even have a wolf! She's only fit to be the twins' maid and slave!" "Who would care about someone as useless as her?! It's ridiculous. Beryl doesn't deserve to be in our pack!" The piercing voices around me turned into a buzzing that drowned me. I ran back to the attic in tears. I didn't want to attend the twins' boring adult party anymore. My heart felt like it had been cut to pieces by a sharp knife. It was bleeding, writhing in pain, screaming for the injustice life had done to me. But what could I do? I asked the Moon Goddess, "Why? Why am I the only one so weak? Why can everyone else awaken their wolf pack, but I can't do anything? This is not fair at all." I cried for a long, long time, so long that I fell asleep by the attic window, looking out at the dense forest. I don't know how long I slept, but it was the next day when I woke up. My cheeks were still wet with tears when a strange voice appeared in my mind. "Hey! Why are you crying so sadly?" I looked around nervously, trying to find the source of the voice. "Who? Who's talking?" A gentle voice sounded, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." "I'm here because you summoned me. So tell me, Beryl, why are you crying so sadly?" I suddenly realized that the voice was coming from my head. "Because... Because... Because..." I remembered my questioning of the Moon Goddess. "You are my wolf!" I said with absolute certainty. She let out a cheerful and warm laugh, like bells on a Christmas tree. "Yes, I am your wolf, Astrid."