Stuck Between Twin Alphas

Chapter 1

Aurora

“Monsters like you don't deserve a home. You are cursed, and you will forever be.”

That statement haunted me since my first shift, a moment meant to be sacred among our kind. An Omega like me, born into a line of Alphas, was considered a disgrace. No Luna or Alpha would want a wolf like me in their pack, let alone as their Mate.

But that didn't matter anymore, I was going to show them all that their words couldn't break me.

“In here,” I whispered to myself, “no one will care about who you are or where you come from.” The words seemed flat to my ears, but as I stepped into the school I had been aiming for most of my life, I needed something to draw strength from.

Alchemia wasn’t just a school; it was a second chance. For wolves like me—broken, rejected, or different—it was rumored to be a place where the weak could grow strong. My Omega wolf felt restless beneath my skin, eager for the opportunity to finally prove its worth.

“Coming through!” someone shouted behind me as I walked down the hallway. I ducked out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit by a ball as it whizzed through the air.

A couple of feet in front of me, a huge boy with muscles leaped into the air and caught the ball with surprising ease. He howled once his feet touched the ground, flashing rows of his sharp teeth. “Hell yeah!”

More boys cheered as they ran up to him, giving him high-fives one after the other before they continued walking on.

“See? No one cares,” I whispered to myself again and continued on my way, bowing my head so that I didn't accidentally make eye contact with anyone.

—

Fortunately, I made my way to my first class in Alchemia without much hassle. I still hadn't gotten over all the buzz in my veins at finally getting into school.

It was the only thing I had left from my mother. Alchemia was more than a school to me; it was the one thread tying me to the mother I barely knew. My father had forbidden me from coming here, muttering something about dangers I couldn’t understand. But I couldn’t let fear stop me. If my mother had found her strength here, then so would I. I wanted to feel close to her in some way. That, and Alchemia was going to give me access to something that I had always wanted: a chance to gain power and stop being seen as a weak Omega wolf.

Something light fell on my head, causing me to look up. A crumpled up ball of paper sat on the floor by my feet. I picked it up and opened it, still keeping my eyes down.

“Skunk,” it read in a chicken scrawl. Even trying to decipher the words made my eyes hurt.

With a small sigh, I crumpled the paper back into a proper spherical form and stood up to throw it into a bin.

When I sat back down, I heard a chair scraping against the floor nearby and felt a presence settle down on it. To distract myself from the unwelcome visit, I started searching in my bag for a book that I could write, especially since the teacher could walk in at any time.

“Did you like my letter?” the person asked; a gruff voice that could only belong to a male.

I remained quiet and took out my notebook and a pen. Of course, I should have expected some pushback here. In a place full of rich kids, it was almost impossible to not cross paths with the ones who thought the world revolved around them.

“Are you deaf too? I asked you a question.”

I gritted my teeth. I just wanted to be left alone. “And you can see that I didn't want to answer. Now back off.”

“Ooooh,” someone said from behind us. “Are you just going to take that, Derek?”

I turned to the ‘Derek’ and was a little glad I hadn't looked at his face earlier. He had small eyes, and his sneer revealed crooked teeth.

“Do you know who you're even talking to?” he asked, lifting his hand and giving me a full view of large, dark claws pushing past his fingers.

My own wolf stirred, not in fear but in defiance, though its strength paled compared to his.

I folded my fists, feeling the familiar frustration of having a wolf too weak to protect me. I wouldn’t show fear—not here, not now.

From his claws length, they appeared to be the kind that Alpha wolves possessed, but I doubted he was one. Alpha wolves were proud, but they never had to rely on such cheap tricks to scare people into submission. Their aura did all that.

“No, I don't. And I really don't care,” I replied, turning back to my books. At that moment, the door to the class opened, and the teacher stepped in, looking a little apologetic for his lateness.

Derek growled and went back to his seat, but not before whispering, “You're so done for.”

I almost wanted to laugh at his threat. I was done for from the moment I escaped my mother's womb. Alchemia was the one shot I had to make things right for myself, and in order to do that, I had to remain determined.

“Good morning class,” the man greeted, to which we all responded. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that sort of hid his eyes, and he had a full head of hair that could have looked better if he had bothered to comb it that morning, but it gave him a certain youthful charm.

As he wrote something on the board, two guys quickly stepped into the class and the whole atmosphere immediately shifted. They entered the room with an aura I couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just their looks—it was their dominance. Even Derek, who had spent the last five minutes trying to intimidate me, tensed as their presence filled the space. My wolf reacted instinctively, lowering itself, as though sensing their rank was far above my own.

One, they were incredibly handsome. Two, they looked almost identical aside from their different hairstyles. And three, the majority of the females in the class released a collective dreamy sigh.

They apologised quickly for their lateness, but the teacher didn't even let them land.

“Can you explain to the class why you're late for the second time this month?”

One of them stepped forward. “We would have gotten here earlier, but our parking spot was taken—again.”

A set of snickers erupted from the class, as though they understood what he was talking about.

“That's not a good enough excuse.”

“You were also late as well, Mr. Brown, so cut them some slack,” said Derek out of the blue.

The whole class fell silent.

Mr. Brown turned back to us, and I could see a distinct pulsing of a vein on his forehead. “Excuse me, Derek?”

Derek leaned back in his chair and threw his legs over his table. “You heard me. You were late as well. By . . .” He glanced at his wristwatch, “ten minutes.”

“Okay,” said the teacher, nodding his head. “That's detention for you.” He looked at the twins still standing by his side. “To your seats, let's get the day started—”

“You can't give me detention. I'm a f*****g Senior!” Derek exclaimed, as most of the class snickered at his predicament.

“That's one week’s worth of detention,” said Mr. Brown, already facing the board once again. “And you all would do well to be quiet, unless you want to join him.”

Derek stood up, growling. “Wow. You must have really gotten your panties in a twist since Miss Beckinsale got married. But then, I can't blame her for ditching a wuss like you.”

Gasps and blatant crackles filled the air. It was like a giant rubber band had snapped.

The marker in Mr. Brown's hand snapped, and he turned around once again, and it was already clear by the look of his face that it didn't matter who was at fault, Derek's comment had properly inflamed his emotions.

We were all screwed.

“That’s it. Detention for everyone! No one leaves these premises until your punishment is over!”