Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 45 - For a moment, | convinced myself | was at hwith

my Grandma. The smell of soup filled the air, thick with garlic, thand oregano. The tomato mixture invaded

my senses and leftwith the feeling of comfort and security. My Grandma's humming floated through the

kitchen into the living room where | laid on the couch. The heat lingering in the California air warmed my skin,

soothing my aching muscles.

It was when | found the strength to open my eyes that | realized how wrong | was. | wasn’t in California, and my

Grandma was d**d. The peaceful humming was coming from an old woman, whose hair was white as snow. She

stood in the kitchen, stirring something in a large iron pot. The heat that danced along my skin was from the

crackling fire, just a few feet in front of me.

H***+r flooded throughas | realized | had been naked when | was found, and that | now wore a long

nightgown. A thick quilt was placed over my body, smelling of lavender and other herbs. | watched in stunned

silence as the old woman ladled the soup into a large bowl, her delicate humming filling the house.

| felt my body stiffen as the woman looked my way, a smile forming on her face as she approachedwith the

soup. Her eyes held the skindness my Grandma's used to have, but that was the only similarity between

the two. Grandma had been old and frail, her limbs thin and weak. This woman was old, but she was strong. She

walked effortlessly; her posture straight yet relaxed. Her hair hung down her back in snow-colored waves.

“Eat this, dear. It'll make you feel better.” The woman murmured, setting the steaming bowl of soup in front of

me. She sat herself in an arm chair, watchingwith expectant eyes.

‘Thalia?’ | called out, but was greeted by darkness.

“Your wolf will be back, child.” The woman nodded serenely, “Wolfsbane, nasty business. Try the soup, it's

minestrone.”

As much as | wanted to resist, the kindness in her eyes and the growling of my stomach overwhelmed me.

Tentatively, | spooned at the soup. Carrots, celery and onion floated around in the bowl. As | brought the spoon

to my lips, the old woman grinned happily.

“Is it good?” She asked with bright eyes, “My son always says it’s too salty. What's a good soup without a little

salt?”

“It's good.” | nodded, surprised at how strong my voice sounded. “It's not salty at all.”

“Well thank you, dear.” She grinned, turning her head towards the dark hallway and calling out. “See! She

doesn’t think it’s too salty.”

“Trusting her already?” A deep voice scoffed.

An older gentleman stepped into the light, around thirty years old. His hair was dark, but had streaks of light

grey. His eyes narrowed onsuspiciously, and | resisted the urge to sink into the plush sofa. His build was

large, but tention rippled from him in waves.

“Don’t go frightening the girl, Miles.” The old woman spat, waving at the man with a deep sigh. “Ignore my son,

he’s spent too many years battling his own paranoia. You can callSage.”

“I'm Aurora.” | replied, giving Miles one last glance before eating another spoonful of soup.

“Beautiful name.” Sage murmured appreciatively, “Now, why don’t you tell us about your first shift. The first is

always the worst.”

“My first shift?” | gulped, my eyes widening as | looked between the mother and son. Understanding crossed

Sage’s eyes as she read the panic on my face.

“Ah, | see.” Sage nodded, casting a frown at her son who loomed in the hallway. “You haven't known about your

heritage for long, have you? If you did, you would've sniffed us out.”

“You're both werewolves?” | asked, surprise laced in my tone. “I haven't known for long. It cas a... surprise.”

“An unwelcone at that, | assume.” Sage frowned, sympathy burning in her eyes. “It couldn't have been

easy. Living your life as a human only to find out you're the daughter of an Alpha, and a white wolf at that.”

“A white wolf?” | frowned, “What does the color of my wolf have to do with anything?”

“She’s absolutely clueless.” Miles scoffed, shaking his head. “I give her a week.”

“Quiet, you'll frighten the poor girl.” Sage snapped, then turned her attention to me. “White wolves are

exceedingly rare, child. That's how you found me. I'm the last white wolf in over five hundred years.”

“I found you because you're a white wolf?”

“Like calls to like, Aurora.” Sage nodded, “I've been in hiding for quite stime. White wolves are coveted for

their abilities. White wolves appear when the world is in need of them. There is no telling when or where they will

show up.”

“Abilities?” | sighed, exhaustion weighing my limbs down. “I thought | had enough to worry about. I never wanted

to be a werewolf, let alone one with abilities.”

“Power is often given to those who do not want it. It's best you learn what you're capable of.” Sage replied, her

face quickly turning serious. “Just because you reject your heritage, does not mean those who covet you will

simply stop. Accept the life you've been given, Aurora. Learn to defend yourself.”

“I don’t know where to start.” | scoffed, “I ran to get away from all of this. Now I'm back where | started.”

“I disagree.” Sage mused, “I think you've made an improvement. You enjoyed shifting, yes? It was liberating,

wasn't it?”

“It was incredible.” | confessed, feeling Thalia stir in my mind. “I've never felt so free, so strong.”

“You have more strength than you think, Aurora.” Sage smiled, standing from the arm chair. “Follow me.”

With one last wary glance towards Miles, | followed Sage out the back door. | cringed against the harsh sunlight,

wondering how long | had been unconscious. As my eyes adjusted, | looked on in wonder at Sage’s backyard. |

had thought the forest at night was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to this.

Her back yard consisted of rolling hills, plush trees with drooping canopies, and rows upon rows of wildflowers.

Rose bushes grew in clusters, unlike anything | had ever seen. Sunflowers, daisies, gardenias, and flowers | had

never seen before were sprawled out along the earth. The grass was a brilliant shade of emerald. A small stream

cut through the earth, it's water clear and bright.

“It's beautiful.” | breathed, my eyes looking on in wonder.

My eyes grazed every vibrant petal, every crisp leaf, and every blade of grass. This small patch of earth was like

a personal heaven, a private glade for Sage and her brooding son.

“This, Aurora, is my ability.” Sage beamed at the small slice of heaven, pride shining in her eyes.

“Flowers are your ability?” | asked, unable to tear my eyes away.

“Not flowers.” Sage chuckled, motioning forto follow her.

We hopped over the thin stream and continued through the plush grass. Sage held back sof the flowers for

me, treading carefully through them. We approached a bushel of tulips, and | frowned as | realized they had not

yet bloomed. Everything else in this glade was thriving, but the tulips seemed to be far behind.

“Watch.” Sage murmured, cupping the tulips with her withered hands.

The air around Sage turned warm, a gentle breeze ruffling the night gown | wore. | watched in silent amazement

as the tulips bloomed, the fragile petals opening for her.

“My ability is nature itself.” Sage smiled proudly, looking on at the plants and tree's as though they were her

children. “Tell me, child. Do your mates know you're a white wolf?”

“How did you know?” | asked, flinching as | wondered what Alec and Kade might think of my whereabouts.

Thalia had said they were close. Were they still looking for me? Would they simply grow tired of this gof cat

and mouse?

‘They will never stop looking for us, Aurora.” Thalia murmured, ‘They'll search the ends of the earth until they

find us.’

“I see your wolf is awake.” Sage chuckled, “And to answer your question, white wolves have sharper instincts

than your average werewolf. Sometimes we can tell who someone’s mate is before they turn of age. Other times

we simply get small bits of information.”

“No, they don’t know.” | frowned, “I ran away before they could find out.”

“Does anyone else know?” Sage asked, turning her full attention on me. | resisted the urge to squirm under her

gaze, but | couldn't wipe the nervous frown that appeared on my lips.

“Yes, these men tried to kidnap me. I think they were wolves, but they smelled...different.” | shook my head,

unable to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. “They watchedshift, they know what | am.”

“Then you must proceed very carefully.” Sage murmured, “You are lucky, you have two mates to protect you. My

mate died when | was very young, as did my parents. | was left to fend for myself.”

“I'm so sorry.” | replied, and I truly was. | wasn’t sure | loved Alec and Kade, but the thought of them d***g

twisted my insides painfully.

“Don’t fight your mates, Aurora.” Sage smiled softly, gently patting her hand against my cheek. “They will

choose you over anything-over anyone. That kind of bond is important, it could save your life someday.”

My heart ached under her touch; under the motherly touch | had been denied for so long. | couldn’t help but wish

my Mom was more like Sage, that she had lovedand cared forwhen | needed it most. Instead, she left