Her Twin Alpha Mates

Chapter 8

ALEX'S POV

The council’s voices blurred together in the background. They went on and on about trade numbers and alliance protocols. My jaw clenched, barely holding back a growl as my patience wore thin.

How many times did I have to endure these useless meetings? I could hardly remember the reason I’d called this one in the first place. All I knew was that my mind was a million miles away and it was focused on one person.

Wendy.

Or more accurately, the frustration I felt every time I was with her.

I thought back to earlier that day. Allen and I had been alone with Wendy—finally alone. It was a rare moment with no duties, no interruptions. She’d looked at us with that familiar affection in her eyes. Her hand slid up my arm and her lips parted as she leaned in. I’d felt a familiar pull, but… not the right pull.

The feeling was empty. It lacked the fire and the connection I craved. I knew Allen felt the same. We’d both tried to convince ourselves it was just because the bond was still fresh and maybe it needed time to settle. But every kiss, every touch felt like I was grasping at smoke. It was something hollow. Something wrong.

“Alpha?” One of the council members said. “Are you following?”

I glared at him “Does it matter?”

The room went silent. All eyes were fixed on me and I could see how nervous they all were. This whole charade was a waste of time. I’d had enough.

Without a word, I stood. A few council members shifted, exchanging uneasy looks, but none dared to question me. Without another word, I left the room, not caring if I left them mid-sentence. Let them deal with it. They knew better than to test me.

I pushed the doors open harder than necessary and they slammed shut behind me. My heartbeat thundered as I walked fast toward my study. I couldn't stop thinking about all that was happening. Wendy was supposed to be our mate, and yet I couldn’t shake this… emptiness.

And then, her face appeared in my mind. Allison. Her name felt like a curse and a comfort all at once. The way she moved, so quietly, so gracefully, as if she was gliding through my world. She made me feel things I I hadn’t dared to think about in years. I wasn’t sure why she lingered in my mind so much. But every time I closed my eyes, it wasn’t Wendy I saw. It was her.

But why?

I forced myself to shove the thought aside. I tried to clear my mind as I reached my study. The doors closed behind me, leaving me in the silence I needed.

I went to my desk and pulled out the file I’d been working on for weeks now. My fingers tightened around it as I read the name on the front: Vincent Holt. He was the privileged son of Councilman Holt. It sickened me to think that someone like him coukd walk so freely in our pack. He was an alleged serial r****t. If there were any justice in the world, he’d be locked up, his father’s influence be damned. But so far, we hadn’t been able to gather the solid evidence we needed to bring him down.

I flipped through the pages. Each photo and report annoyed me even more. Every piece of information, every testimony was just out of reach. We were close but not enough to tie him down. Vincent was clever, I’d give him that. But there was a line, and he’d crossed it. I could feel it in my gut—this was personal now.

A plan began forming in my mind, the kind that would ensure Vincent could never hide behind his father’s name again. I reached for my phone and dialed Hulk.

“Good day, Alpha" he answered “What do you need?”

“I need you to bring someone in,” I said “Wendy’s maid. Allison.”

“Understood. I’ll have her brought to you right away.”

ALLISON'S POV

I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I’d been tense all day, carrying around this restless, aching energy. I tried to ignore it, tried to let the feeling pass, but it was impossible. The brothers had taken up every bit of my thoughts. The pull I felt to them was too strong, too much to ignore. My wolf cried out to them in many ways. She just wanted to be with her mates.

My hand trailed down to the space in between my legs. My fingers trembled as I let my thoughts wander. Images of them flashed through my mind. I imagined their intense gazes, the powerful way they moved, the way they seemed to command the room. A small moan escaped me, and I gave in.

I thrusted a finger deep inside me as I thought of them. I imagined what it would feel like to have them here, their hands on me, their mouths trailing along my skin. It was like a fever building up inside me, impossible to ignore. I felt myself slipping further into the fantasy and soon enough, I thrusted my finger even faster.

I thought of their handsome faces and how it would feel to kiss them, to do things to them, to please them in every way possible.

My cunt ached badly and my n*****s were already hard. I grinded my hips against my finger, willing myself to release.

But then, the door swung open and I was brought back to reality. I froze in horror, locking eyes with Hulk standing in the doorway. His eyes widened for a split second, and he looked away, clearing his throat.

“I… apologize for the interruption,” he muttered.

My heart raced. I was so embarrassed that it made me dizzy. I hurried to cover myself, unable to look at him.

“What… what are you doing here?” I managed to say.

He cleared his throat again “Alpha Alex has called for you.”

At the mention of his name, my heart raced and my throat went dry.

What could he possibly want with me?