Bound to the Twin Wolves

A Very Persistent Ex

Callie’s POV

As I walked out of the classroom, I noticed Martin staring at me, so I looked away so he wouldn’t realize I had seen him, but I did it too late and he caught me anyway. When our eyes met, his expression changed and he smiled with undisguised desire, but also with something like contained anger, as if he hated the fact that he had seen me with the twins.

I headed toward the restroom, but I found the girls’ one locked by some i***t who thought it would be funny to block the door. The boys’ restroom was right next to it, completely empty, and I never would have gone in if it hadn’t been for the urgency and the fact that I trusted no one would see me, but the moment I stepped inside, I came face to face with my worst nightmare.

“Well, well, beautiful, what a surprise. You here?” Martin exclaimed with a wide grin.

I immediately stepped back, but he moved faster, and before I could reach the door, his hand had already shut it.

“What are you doing? Let me out!” I shouted, truly furious at his audacity, but instead of backing off, Martin pressed even closer. “You’re dating Staphannie, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t matter, because you owe me something, Callie. You still haven’t given me my Christmas gift, remember?”

“You’re insane, i***t. Move or I’m going to start screaming.”

I thought my warning would be enough, but it wasn’t. On the contrary, Martin grew bolder.

“I’m not letting you go until you give me my gift. You owe it to me. I’ve been thinking a lot about you during the holidays.”

What was I supposed to think about that? Was he serious? Did he really think I was going to… give it to him?

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me and grabbed my arms, dragging me toward one of the bathroom stalls. We were the only two people inside, and from what I had heard, Martin had slid the lock on the main door, blocking the entrance. I prepared to carry out my threat and scream, but he clamped his large, heavy hand over my mouth while pressing my head against the wall, his tall, solid body pinning me in place.

“Now that’s better, beautiful. If you’re not going to give it to me nicely, then it’ll have to be the hard way, but I’m getting my gift.”

Anguish and desperation flooded me, taking over my whole body, which began to tremble at the thought that this time Martin was serious and nothing and no one was going to stop him. His hand kept pressing over my mouth, making it hard even to breathe, while the other moved to the collar of my blouse, right above my chest.

I tried to kick him, push him, hit him—anything—but Martin was too much for me alone. Just when I thought I was lost, I heard the restroom door burst open and someone entered violently. Furious, determined footsteps approached the stall and the door was yanked open.

“This is none of your business!” Martin shouted without releasing my mouth. “Get out!”

“How dare you, you bastard!” Jonas’s voice snapped, and I recognized him instantly. “If you don’t step away right now, I’ll hurt you so badly you’ll never play football again in your life.”

I thought that would be enough, but it wasn’t. Martin was determined to take advantage of me. He turned and faced Jonas, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Martin was almost as tall as him, but the twins had the height of professional basketball players, so Jonas only smiled with disdain.

What I saw next I wouldn’t have believed in a million years if I hadn’t seen it myself: Jonas grabbed Martin by the neck, lifted him as if he weighed no more than a rag doll, and dragged him out of the stall with incredible strength. Then he threw him toward the exit. The crash left me breathless.

“Are you okay, beautiful?” Jonas asked after getting rid of my ex.

I was shaking, now not so much because of what had almost happened to me, but because of how badly I thought Martin must have been hurt, so I nodded while leaning out to see how he was. My eyes then met the tall, confident figure of Asher, who stood guarding the restroom door, one shoulder against the wall, watching with amusement as Martin struggled to get up and leave like a beaten dog.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jonas asked again.

“I am… yes. Thank you. Again.”

Jonas stepped a little closer, and I could tell he wanted to make sure I wasn’t lying. His eyes scanned my entire body carefully.

“You’re still shaking, beautiful.”

“How could she not be if you’re intimidating her, brother,” Asher said as he approached and offered me his hand gently, but I refused it. I felt humiliated again and just wanted to get out of there, but before I could, Jonas grabbed my arm, firmly but without hurting me.

“This time you don’t have to run.”

His eyes met mine, and I knew he meant it, not as some empty phrase. At that same moment, I felt Asher step closer behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. The sensation of being between the two twins calmed me completely. There was something between the three of us, a feeling I couldn’t deny, the same one that had startled me the last time they saved me from Martin, on Christmas night, in the alley—an electric shiver that had frightened me then, but that now I wanted to give a chance because it felt comforting.

“Well… I already thanked you…” The words came out with difficulty, and I felt my cheeks burn as I said them. “I was about to leave anyway… to my job.”

“We have a date, beautiful, remember?” Asher said against my back, his body pressing a little closer to mine, so much that my face nearly collided with the massive wall that was Jonas’s chest.

“You wanted to know more about the concept of a ‘mate.’”

I was between the two of them, trapped, with no way to slip out, and it was exactly where I wanted to be, yet I was afraid of what that could lead to, while at the same time my hands wanted to rest on Jonas’s chest and press against it. He felt so strong, so big and warm that it was becoming a real problem not to touch him, while Asher’s pressure behind me made me want to feel him even closer, completely against my backside. The desire was growing so intense it was making me dizzy.

“What do you say, beautiful?” Jonas asked as his fingers played with my hair. “Do you want us to give you an explanation of what a mate is?

It might turn into a very… physical explanation,” Asher added, fulfilling my wish as if he had read my mind, pressing his hips a little more firmly against my backside, pushing me toward his brother. My face bumped into that sexy wall of muscle and, as if by accident, my hands landed on his wide, firm abs. They were so hard and defined that I could feel them completely even through his shirt.

“I think that’s exactly what she wants, brother — for us to give her a more physical explanation of what a mate is,” Jonas teased as his hands wrapped around my waist. They were so big they practically circled me with ease.

“That’s exactly what I’m feeling too,” Asher said behind me, his pressure against my backside now so obvious that it drew a sigh from my lips. “We’re not going to disappoint her, are we, brother?”

“Of course not. We’ll give her what she wants.”