The Twin's Little Rabbit
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Lilac’s pov
“You’re going home with me,” he growled.
My eyes shoot open immediately.
What?
“No, no I don’t want to…I’m not going anywhere,”
He leaned in and the silver necklace he had on fell on my bare skin again.
It was cold and it made me yelp.
“You don’t understand it, do you? You’re ours Lilac, you’re ours to claim.”
Our? Whose our?
He grabbed me and pulled off the bed.
We got to the door and when he tried to open it it was locked.
He bent the door knob and it fell off immediately like it was not a wooden door with one of the strongest door knobs in the kingdom.
When we were out in the corridor people started giving way for us to walk past.
They parted like the Red Sea, bowing their heads in fear and respect.
My wolf gloated inside of me, she loved the attention.
“I want this one.” He deadpanned.
The woman who had dragged me into the room earlier, looked up and when she saw him she immediately started fidgeting.
“You can’t just-just take her, she’s a member of this brothel and she is not…..for sale.”
The door my father and brother had walked into earlier flung open and the manger stepped out. Behind her my father and brother came out grinning like devils.
“What’s the issue here?” She asked. But the moment her eyes landed on the Alpha, she froze.
“Oh great moon goddess….Alpha chief, how may–what can I….”
“I want her.” He said again, his face held zero emotions.
My breath hitched upon hearing his name.
Alpha chief…the most ruthless, harsh and cruel Alpha of the werewolf realm.
I’ve heard stories about him, about how he ruled, about how his mates never make it past the night.
He was a stubborn man, but that was the only thing everyone knew.
No one knew more than that information.
My heart started to slam against my chest heavily.
What does he want from me?
The manager chuckled nervously. “You can’t do that….she’s for rent and not for sale.”
“3000 Shellys….” He offered.
The whole corridor fell silent as if an angel just passed.
Was he offering to pay a whopping 3000 Shellys on my head?
Why? Why would he waste so much on a mere omega??
“You can even have her for 300….” My father stepped out. “Why offer so much for so little?”
He doesn’t respond.
He reached into the back of his robe and withdrew a brown hefty pouch.
He threw it to my brother who barely caught it.
“I don’t deal with chicken change…” he pointed to the pouch, “will you accept my offer or not?”
John shaked the pouch and it bounced generously in his palm.
My father's wide eyes landed on me and he licked his lips in approval.
“Yes, yes…you can have her ... .just don’t return her back, we don’t accept refunds.” He chuckled, sizing the pouch of Shellys.
My heart shattered at his approval.
“Father…”
I couldn’t complete my statement because Alpha chief pulled me out of the corridor and away from the brothel.
“You’re ours now.” He growled.
———-
After riding for hours he finally slows down upon reaching the border between my pack and his.
Why did he have to travel so far just to sleep with other women?
As we rode deeper into the pack, realisation hit me.
Since we crossed the border till now I haven’t smelt or sighted any female wolf.
The whole place looked like a ghost town, except for the cry of the crows and the sound of firewood being chopped.
We stopped in front of a giant cabin.
It stood in the middle of the pack houses.
It was decorated with a touch of gold and grey.
When we got inside someone was already standing behind the door.
He tilted his head to the side and gasp escaped my mouth.
They looked exactly alike.
The same hair colour, the same brown eyes, the same skin tone, body build and height.
The only thing that differentiated them was the tattoo on their arms.
Chief had his on his right arm while his twin had it on his left.
“Brother!” The newcomer grinned.
“Don’t infuriate me further than I already am, Cliff.”
He walked up to us and the moment he was close enough to notice the freckles on his face, he froze. Just like Chief had last night.
“Well, I’ll be damned…” he breathed out.
He came closer to me and grabbed my face. He stared deep into my soul and sniffed in my scent.
“What’s going on…what’s the meaning of all this?” I was confused.
Cliff grinned devilishly. “The meaning of this is that you’re ours, little rabbit. Do you know how long we’ve searched for one? For a mate that would be compatible for both of us?”
I stepped back but felt Chief breathing down my neck. I whipped around moving back but Cliff was right behind me.
They both began circling me.
Chief grabbed my arm and Cliff pulled my hair
They both admired different parts of my body and I felt extremely embarrassed.
“Don’t do that..” I stepped out of the circle but Cliff pulled me right back in.
“Do what? Get to know my mate?”
“I’m not your mate…I can’t be mated to twin Alphas.”
Chief cornered me till my back rested on a wall.
“Wether you like it or not…you’re ours and we will do with you whatever we please.”
“Let’s start now! What should we do to her?” Cliff rambled excitedly.
“I was thinking about the red room?” He suggested.
What the hell is going on?!
Chief washed me over with his eyes.
“We’ll have all the time in the world with her…but first I need her clean. I can smell different people on her and Killian isn’t a fan of that.”
Cliff pouted. “I want her now, Rex is becoming so impatient.”
“Relax brother…she’s ours, we have forever to do what we want with her. Or until she dies.”
As they dragged me to a different room I laughed at the irony.
I begged the moon goddess for a way out, for a mate.
Now she had mated me to the ruthless Alpha twins of the blood rua pack.
Oh my moons.
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