MATED TO THE ALPHA TWINS

KARLA'S POV My entire household was buzzing with an energy that we could all feel, but we couldn't quite describe what was in the air. My mother, a small prim, and proper woman who would rather get caught in a fire than run, because running was not very proper. One could easily mistake our family for a royal family instead of an average family in the pack. The only exception to the prim and proper image my mother tried so desperately to portray was the training my father put my two brothers, Lucien, Lance and me through. "There is no space for a weakling in my house." My father, Richard, would say while eyeing me, as if I was already an embarrassment. It was not my fault that my brothers had already beefed up and now towered over everyone in the house. What my father meant by a weakling, of course, was an omega. In our world, being an Omega was the worst thing that could happen to you. Omegas were treated like a blemish in the society. "Will you snap out of your daydreaming and

KARLA'S POV Lance had given me thirty minutes, enough to find my mate if he truly was here. Considering how filled up this would be, everyone who was eligible would be here. I hung back in the dark trying to find my friend, Layla. The last time I saw her was shortly before I found my wolf, and I was desperate to see what her wolf ranked. Despite having limited time, I was hesitant to go mingle for fear that someone would mock me for my weak wolf. After ten minutes without seeing my friend, I decided to join the party when a delicious smell wafted up my nose. Zeal, who had been moody all morning, perked up. "Where was that delicious smell coming from?" I swooned. It suddenly clicked in my head that it might be coming from my mate. Promptly, Zeal whined, "Mate." My pulse leaped in excitement at the prospect of finding the one person in the world that was made just for me. Seeing as the scent was so deep and strong, it must be a beta. I wouldn't dare dream that I would mate with

THIRD PERSON'S POV Aiden. No! No! No! She pinched herself until it hurt as the footsteps drew closer. Karla abandoned all the training her father had taught her. How to stay calm in every situation so she could come out on top. To be fair, she had been doing that before that pleasant, horrible smell. She grabbed the bars and shook them loudly, hoping they would somehow give way so she could escape. Zeal was not helping matters, she whimpered in pleasure and chanted for her mate. Had she seriously forgotten what he had put them through these past three days? Karla wondered in frustration. He was the reason they were in so much pain and starving too. How did he even manage to find her? She was far away from Blue Moon Pack. What did the moon goddess have against her? All these questions raced in her mind. She realized that there was nothing she could do in this moment other than to try to get as far away as possible, so she drew to the back of the cage, ready to attack him. To her gr

THIRD PERSON'S POV When Anita first heard the news, she ignored it and dismissed it as one of the many rumors that the pack members were fond of making up. The pack members thrived on rumors, for lack of better things to do with their time. "He totally ran with her in his arms. He sped all the way to the clinic." She heard one woman say and she merely scoffed. The Ace she knew would never do that. He would never go against the set rules of the land. On her way to get supplies for her pedicure and manicure. She was a pack warrior, but she didn’t let that stop her from being feminine. She especially loved looking good for Ace. She wanted him to know that she was an all-rounder. On paper, they made perfect sense. It was up to him to see that. She found two women saying the exact same thing. It was comical. She would have stopped to join in what she considered to be fooling if she wasn't so pressed for time. She was also arguably the prettiest woman in the pack and the only woman

KARLA'S POV Ace was really here. Not a dream. Not an illusion. He was really here. I snuck glances at him from the corner of my eyes. I watched as he listened to the doctor on all the things I had to do and not. He was so focused on it that one would think he was listening to an impending war strategy. "How long in between for her medications?" "Two hours." The doctor replied. "They're strong enough to knock her out so she can choose not to take them." "She will definitely take them." He said seriously, and I rolled my eyes. Even the doctor thought I didn't have to take it. They talked for about two more minutes, with Ace asking questions that I didn't even think to ask, and I was the patient. It was safe to say that he knew me even better than I knew myself. Finally, the doctor declared that I could go home. My heart sank at the word. I had no home to go to. I had run from home, and in doing so, I left everything and everyone I knew behind. He squeezed my hand as if to tell m