Claimed By The Alpha Twins
To the world, I’m just Sara, a half human outcast who vanished without a trace.
I left behind the Bloodmoon Pack, the endless bloodshed, and the two Alpha brothers who made my heart race in entirely different ways: Zayne, the cold, brooding storm who guarded my every step, and Kyle, the golden-boy prince whose easy smile hid a dangerous edge.
For years, I built a quiet, safe life among humans. I thought I was free. I thought my past was dead.
I was wrong.
When the Alpha falls ill, the twins are unleashed to track me down. But the moment they corner me, the air shatters with an impossible, ancient pull.
Two voices. Two Alpha instincts. One terrifying word:
”MINE.”
A split mate-bond isn’t just rare, it’s impossible. One brother will bleed to protect my soul. The other is playing a lethal game where I am nothing more than the key to the Alpha throne.
In a world driven by blood, secrets, and obsession, how do you survive when the wolf meant to save you and the wolf meant to destroy you share the exact same face?
Basahin
Chapter: Shadow Of MountainSARA: My heart thammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, each beat echoing loud and frantic in my ears. I am sandwiched between Zayne and Kyle in the back of the blacked out SUV, my body locked in a agonizing war against itself.Every time the vehicle sways, my shoulder brushes Zayne’s solid arm, or Kyle’s knee presses against mine. Sparks of overwhelming heat shoot through my veins, threatening to dissolve my panic into helpless surrender. The dual mate bond isn't just a faint pull, it’s an electric current sizzling beneath my skin, demanding that I lean into them, that I seek comfort in the very men who just dragged me from my life.Fight it, I scream at myself, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands until the sharp pain grounds me. You are half-human. You don't belong to them."Stop fighting it, Sara," Kyle’s smooth, low voice murmurs beside me. He isn't smirking anymore. His golden eyes wander over my trembling form, a dark, ravenous possessiveness gleaming in thei
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Chapter: The Double AnchorZAYNE: The sweet, suffocating scent hits me like a freight train the second I cross the threshold.Cedarwood. Ozone. And beneath it all, the undeniable, intoxicating essence of soft skin, wild forest rain, and pure gold.Sara.My wolf roars so violently against my ribcage that my vision flashes blood-red. Three years of tracking cold leads, three years of suffocating anger, all crashing down into a single point in space. She’s standing behind the counter, looking smaller than I remember in an oversized green hoodie, her big brown eyes wide with absolute terror.I step forward, my heavy boots crushing the fallen paper cups, intent on claiming what’s ours. Beside me, Kyle moves in total sync, his usual arrogant smirk completely wiped from his face.We vault the granite counter at the exact same second.My palm slams around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest, while Kyle’s fingers lock around her delicate wrist. The moment our skin touches hers, the air in the room combusts.A
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Chapter: The Smell Of Cedar And OzoneSARA: I don’t sleep. The police officers’ words ring in my ears like a continuous alarm. Shoot on sight. Stop their breeding.I spend the entire night sitting on the edge of my mattress, staring at the muted neon lights leaking through my window blinds. My hands tremble as I scroll through job boards on my phone, searching for low-profile openings in cities three states over. I need a plan. I need a deposit for a new studio, a fresh forged ID, and a new job before I vanish again. Running blindly without a safety net is how you get caught, or worse, end up dead.By 5:00 AM, I’ve mapped out a target city and saved three potential apartment listings. One more pay check, I tell myself, wiping my bleary eyes as I lace up my boots. Just hold on for two more weeks, get paid, and slide away like a shadow.The morning air is crisp and bitter, but stepping into the warm, roasting-coffee scent of the cafe instantly grounds me. I put on my apron, tie my hair back, and lock into my routine. Wipe
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Chapter: The Ghost We HuntedZAYNE: : The scent of copper and burnt cedar was so thick it coated the back of my throat. I tore my jaws from the neck of the last rogue, letting the lifeless body hit the dirt with a dull thud. My chest heaved, my claws dripping with dark, viscous blood as the high voltage rush of the shift slowly retreated.Beside me, Kyle shifted back to his human form, wiping a streak of crimson from his cheek with a careless laugh. “Not bad for a Tuesday night,” he muttered, tossing his hair back.I didn’t laugh. My wolf was still pacing on a tight leash, claws digging into the dirt, drawn toward the Beta’s cottage by an agonizing, invisible tether. “Sara,” I grunted, my voice raw from roaring.I didn’t wait for him. I took the porch stairs in a single leap, shoving past the splintered front door. Beta Thomas was already in his human form, kneeling beside his wife, both of them covered in soot and minor cuts. But my eyes didn’t stop on them. My gaze locked onto the shattered bedroom window ups
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Chapter: The Art Of DisappearingSARA: The air smells of burnt wood, iron, and snapped bones.I don’t freeze. If I freeze, I die, or worse, I get stuck here forever. While Mom’s wolf lunges at the rogue in our living room, tearing into its neck with a wet, heavy crunch, I dive for my bed. My hands grab the leather straps of my hidden duffel bag from beneath the floorboards.I throw open the back window. The cool night air hits my face, but so does the stench of war. Down in the courtyard, two shadows tear through the fray with lethal precision.Kyle’s golden fur is painted crimson as he rips through an attacker’s throat, a vicious, breathless growl tearing from his chest. Right beside him, Zayne, a pitch-black shadow of pure death, snaps a wolf’s spine with a sickening crack. They aren’t the boys who teased me or stood guard over me. They are monsters. Alpha blood born for execution. Run.I leap from the window, landing heavily on the damp grass. Staying low, I use the chaos to my advantage. While the pack is focus
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Chapter: The Last SunsetSARA: The leather straps of my duffel bag dig into my palms as I tuck it beneath the floorboards under my bed. Every seam is packed to bursting with standard human clothes, savings I’ve spent months hoarding, and a forged ID that doesn’t carry the mark of the Bloodmoon Pack.Tonight, when the moon hits its peak, I’m leaving. It isn’t because I hate my life. That’s the hardest part. I love the earthy scent of our timber cottage at the edge of the territory. I love the way the morning light filters through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across our kitchen table. But as a half-human, half-werewolf, I live every day with one foot in a world that terrifies me. The raw, primal violence of pack culture, the suffocating rules of hierarchy, the looming expectation that I will one day submit to a mate’s bond, it suffocates me. I want normal. I want safe.“Sara! Dinner’s cooling!” My mother’s voice carries up the stairs, warm and sweet. I swallow down the lump in my throat, smooth
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