Twin Alpha's f*******n Mate

CHAPTER ONE AMELIA’S POV “Will you go?” Helen’s voice brought down my anxiety as I hastily looked towards her. She had made a very appealing proposal, but I really wasn’t listening. I was too concerned about my inability to halt men in their tracks. “Can you repeat that? I wasn’t listening, to be honest," I confessed, staring down at the duvet to avert her deadly gaze. “There is going to be a party at the palace tonight, and I heard the Alpha twins would be joining in. Men from neighboring packs have also been invited, so I am guessing you will meet your suitor if you attend.” Helen explained with a soft smile on her lips. “Have you forgotten that we are Sirens? They wouldn’t let us go if they got a hint of our bloodline," I let out. Helen held up a smile, which meant she had something in store, but that wouldn’t change the fact that we were the Packs mutual enemies. "That's already planned out," she said, moving towards me. "Even at that, how are we supposed to enter? The security will be tight, and we will be sniffed out in an instance," I snapped. She held out her hands, grabbing mine and cupping them in hers. "I now work there behind the scenes as a maid, so entry isn't the problem. Just say the word and leave the rest to me," she reassured. "What time does it start?" I inquired. I could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes as I agreed to engage with her at the party. The sound of clashing metallic spoons with glass cups caught my attention as we arrived at the venue. It was a tradition that stood for cheering instead of the usual shouting of a phrase or sentence. Quite composed for a species of inferior beings. Helen pulled me to the side of the building where no one bothered to check out. With the slam of her feet, a small door crept out of the ground, and stairs evolved from the depths. I marveled at the new discovery, but that was short-lived as she pulled me in with her. I felt I had run a marathon after reaching the end of the stairs. The place was dark and almost impossible to see in if she hadn't brought her torch. After scrambling through several passages, we finally reached a door. The door was old and rusty from the looks but had adequate lubrication as the knob was still perfectly intact. With the turn of the knob, we were hit by a beam of light. Helen giggled as we walked right out, closing the door behind us. "Helen, where have you been?" a woman dressed in a red flare gown let out as she moved towards us. The spark in Helen's eyes gave out all the information I needed. She was the chief maid of the palace and also Helen's boss. In the twinkle of an eye, she had dragged Helen into the room and disappeared into the large crowd. I stood thinking of what next to do when the rooms interiors got my attention. Beautiful with strides and filled with dominance. Claw mark designs showing their strength and ferociousness, warm-colored rooms to make everyone feel comfortable and relaxed. It was thrilling to see what the werewolves had in store, and for some reasons I wanted to see more. I began to walk around the room, and as luck found its way to me, I spotted a passageway that had far more interiors. "Just a peek, definitely won't hurt," I convinced myself as I walked into the passage. The sight of ancient glow stones and lost artifacts got me excited, and I lost control of myself. By the time I was done checking the passageway, I had gotten myself in trouble. I was in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't retrace my steps as they all suddenly looked the same. To survive, I decided to follow the path of my instincts. It brought me here, so it could definitely lead me back if it wanted to. Three minutes of retracing, and I wasn't still back to the main hall. Frustrated and in regret, I began to groan, slamming my fist into the foam beside me. "Did you really think you could leave here alive?" A thick voice crossed my ears. In fear, I grabbed the scythe next to me. I didn't know how to use it, but it would buy me time to run if I needed to escape. "Who is there?" I asked in a bid to be fierce. My feet's began to tremble when the voice began to groan and his aura settled in the room. "You shouldn't have gone to war on a day like this. The ladies in the hall all look beautiful, but I feel nothing towards them; I feel empty in that room," a man staggered towards me with a bottle of tequila in his hand. I didn't leave the room just yet. The fact that he was drunk didn't improve my chances of getting hurt, so I still had to be on guard. "It's hard living without a mate for five good years. Just look at us—fierce, powerful, handsome, charming, but without mates. What's the difference between us and a mere human?" he lamented under the influence of alcohol. "Are you okay?" I asked, walking towards him with the scythe in my left hand. He smiled as I moved closer but held it back when I got to him. "How can a fallen angel like you be disturbed about me? Thought fallen angels went for superior men who ruled nations," he declared. His words were harsh and flattering at the same time. The right words I needed to hear tonight before I got back to my normal boring life. "I'll get you back to your room, if that's okay with you," I suggested, placing one of his arms on my shoulder and mine by his side. He nodded in the affirmative, and I moved forward. After several turns, I finally found the perfect room for him. With a thud, he landed on the bed half-conscious. I was about to leave when I saw it. The handsome face, the luxurious accessories on him, his half-checked smile, the perfect jaw line, and the best of it, his daring physique. Suddenly I began to feel uncomfortable. My nerves all shaken up, and my thoughts all rounded up behind me. What was happening? What's this unusual feeling before me?