Mated to the Alpha Twins

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'THIDE

Davina

I land painfully on my sides, still in my werewolf form, I roll head over hind limbs down a slope until I come to a stop. I groan and shift back to my human form, my clothes have been ripped to shreds, meaning that I am as naked as the day I was born. Cold air stings my skin. Nudity is an unavoidable part of being a werewolf.

I’m not too thrilled about being naked and vulnerable deep in the woods like this, but if I remain in my wolf form it’ll be easier for them to track my scent. I start to run, darting between trees and jumping over gnarled roots and broken branches.

My heart pounds in my chest. I need to escape. Maybe go to one of the caves up in the mountains that surround Feralia and hide until no one’s looking for me and then head for the border and leave for another town where nobody knows me. I’ll be a lone wolf. Anything but a slave to those evil Alpha twins.

I sense a presence bounding toward me from behind me, and I make the mistake of looking over my back. The black wolf is right on my tail. He’s so fast and bloodlust escapes from him in waves, he wants me.

“Mine!” he roars, and his heavy paw pushes my shoulders, causing me to fall to the ground. My fingers dig into the soft damp earth, and the smell of decayed leaves and moist soil fills my nostrils.

“Get off me.” I whimper and rear my head back, slamming the base of my skull into the wolf’s snout.

He howls, more out of annoyance than actual pain, but it provides enough distraction that I need to crawl to my feet and start running again, my long red hair whips behind me like a trail of flames.

The wolf darts past me, and turns sharply to block my path. His haunches and forelimbs are tensed to leap onto me. I skid to a halt. We were barely six feet from each other, engaged in a silent stand-off like one of those western cowboy movies my uncle likes to watch. I raise my hands in warning.

“Stay back! I’m warning you!”

The wolf bares his teeth in a ferocious snarl that makes all the hairs on my body stand straight. I close my eyes. I’m going to have to use it. Even though I promised myself never to do that again.

I open my eyes with renewed determination. I don’t have a choice. The wolf launches itself at me.

The moment it gets close enough for me to feel the burning heat of its fur, I place my palms on its body feeling the powerful muscles rippling underneath. Time stands still. I take in a deep breath allowing my abomination of a power to take over. I prepare for the jolt of electric like currents that flow through my body as I absorb the wolf’s powers, draining the very essence of his inner beast, channeling it into my body and allowing it dissipate into the air around me. Static fills the atmosphere charging the air with the tangy bitter taste of my forbidden ability.

The wolf collapses to the ground, bones cracking, muscles contracting and tendons snapping into place as he’s forced back to his human form.

The first thing I notice is how tan and sun kissed his skin is. His features even when human are feral and beautifully sculpted into harsh lines, angry hazel eyes glare at me from between the locks of black hair that falls down straight over his face to his shoulders. He’s naked but crouched so most of his private area is hidden from my view.

I’ve never been one to admire a man’s body before, but it’s hard to deny that the man in front of me is a work of art, with muscles that look like they were carved out of rock and long strong looking limbs.

His voice is guttural and full of rage. “What have you done to me?”

I manage not to let my fear show.

“I took your powers, if you come any closer I’ll absorb all of it. I just took enough to prevent you from turning into a wolf.”

“What are you?” He’s furious and gets off the ground and stands to his full height. My cheeks burn fiercely as I look at the heavy length swinging between his legs. He doesn’t seem to care or even notice that he’s naked.

I force myself to meet his burning gaze. My voice is calm and unruffled.

“Let me go. I don’t want to harm you.”

He takes a step closer ignoring my warnings and grabs my arm. My skin burns where his rough calloused palm holds me.

His warm breath washes over my face.

“You were given to me, I own you and you’ll not be escaping from me.”

I groan inwardly at his persistence and sigh with resignation.

“It’s your funeral,” I murmur and place a palm on his shoulder to absorb the rest of his powers.

Something strange happens at that moment. Instead of absorbing his strength, a magnetic force starts to pulse between us, and my body starts to go warm. It feels like a hook has sunk into my belly and is dragging me to him.

His eyes are wide and ferocious.

“What is this?” He demands, jerking away from my touch.

“I don’t know.” I cry, my breathing comes out in harsh pants. There’s a tingle in the pit of my belly that soon turns into to a fierce throbbing need, until I squirm in embarrassment.

Is this arousal? I wonder, every sensitive part of my body begins to ache deliciously. I can feel strands of power going out from me and latching themselves to him,

Take me, possess me, claim me. My inner thoughts are a riot of primal instincts. Calling out to him.

“What sorcery is this?” He moves closer to me as if entranced and presses his hard body flush against mine. We’re both naked and we gasp as one the moment our bodies meet.

His eyes have gone wild and there’s no more traces of rationality behind them. His chest heaves and veins stand out on his neck.

“Ah…your scent calls out to me little wolf.” He purrs and nuzzles my neck, his breath is hot against my skin, and the sharp tips of his fangs graze against my racing pulse. And my teeth sink into my bottom lip to stifle a low moan.

“Stop…I don’t…” I try to push him away, but instead my fingers dig into the stiff swollen muscles of his pecs. Whatever is happening here, I am powerless to resist.

I can feel his emotions and whispers of his thoughts brushing against my mind, they’re a muddled dark mixture of rage, confusion, violence and lust.

I’m connected to him, It feels so good and yet so strange, he’s my enemy yet he feels like my best friend, like someone I could never do without. It’s so disorienting I groan,

“You’re mine,” He says through gritted teeth, and then sinks his fingers into my hair, holding me in place as he presses his lips against mine. I gasp. This isn’t how I pictured my first kiss going. Yet I curve my body against his and breathe him in, savoring the surprising softness of his unyielding lips, and perfect way his mouth molds itself against mine.

His hands skim down my hair to my shoulders and eventually my waist, goose pimples break out all over my skin.

Why am I kissing him? Why does it feel so good? My powers have never reacted like this before. But then again I’ve never used them on purpose before.

I need to get away from him. I force myself to pull away from his scorching touch,

“Don’t try to follow me.” I warn him, putting a good three feet between us. My insides rebel at this distance, and my inner wolf protests and struggles to take over and jump back into his arms.

The Alpha twin reaches out to me again, and I can tell his intent is to satisfy his urge. The evidence of his aroused state stands stiff and proud, pointed directly at me.

I don’t want to be away from him. My inner wolf purrs and arches her spine, I have to physically fight the urge to give in to this maddening lust.

No damn it! He’s the enemy. Get your s**t together.

What is this? I almost want to cry and laugh.

I turn around to make a run for it and walk straight into a solid wall of muscle. I release a small 'oof' and land on my butt unceremoniously. I gape up at the arrogantly handsome face of The Alpha from earlier on. How he appeared out of thin air is a mystery to me.

He’s fully clothed, his dark pants and expensive looking floor length coat making him look regal and cold.

There’s fury in his eyes, wild and untamed. And also something else, the exact mirror image of lust and confusion that was in his brother’s eyes. It takes a moment for me to realize that everything I feel for his brother is the same thing I feel for him, he looks down at my naked body and his lips curl back in a possessive snarl.

What have I done?