THE ALPHA'S REJECTED TWINS

NORA’S POV I paced back and forth in front of the hospital's emergency room, my heart pounding in my chest. I stopped and glanced at the screen of my phone, where Gina's number taunted me. I wanted to call her, to express my anger and frustration for ruining my life and causing me so much pain. But I didn't want to hear her shitty voice. Suddenly, the doors of the emergency room swung open, and a doctor in a white gown walked out. My stomach dropped as he approached me, his face grave. "Your mother has cancer," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. It's aggressive, and she needs surgery as soon as possible." I felt a lump form in my throat, my vision blurring with tears. I struggled to find my voice. "S-So what are you waiting for? Start the surgery, I'm willing to pay any amount of money as long as she is—" He cut in, "But here's the catch. The surgery is going to cost around $100,000, and before we even think about starting, we need the money upfront.

NORA’S POVI sank to the filthy cell floor, my trembling legs unable to support me any longer. Tears streamed down my face, my whole body shaking with the weight of my actions. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to shoot my own sister. But now, with the news of Gina's death hanging over me, I couldn't stop the stream of tears, and I could barely breathe.The other cellmates stared at me, their eyes burning with curiosity and judgment. But I didn't have the energy to care. All I could see was Gina's lifeless body on the ground when I removed the bean bag and the flash of my finger pulling the trigger replaying in my mind like a broken record.In the blink of an eye, Thomas appeared at the cell gate with his face contorted with anger and grief, his eyes filled with venom as he started hurling accusations at me. "You fucking monster! You killed her, didn't you? I know what you are capable of, you sick bitch!"I cried out through my sobs, my voice hoarse. "It was an ac

Present… Nora’s POV I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, embarrassment, and guilt. The sound of the water echoed in the shower, its soothing rhythm trying to wash away the taint of my recklessness. I scrubbed vigorously as if I could scrub away the shame that clung to my skin. My body shivered under the hot water, not from the heat but from the memories that flashed through my mind. The feel of his lips on mine and the way his hands roamed my body with an intensity that made my knees weak. As I stepped out of the shower, I reached for the arsenal of beauty products—makeup to conceal the hickies that disfigured my neck and jaw and perfume to drown out the intoxicating scent of Alpha George that still clung like a possessive lover. The mirror reflected back a girl I didn’t recognize. I slipped into a cute pink dress, hoping it would take my mind off things. With my head hanging low, I made my way to the living room and st

Alpha George’s POV I watched him from behind the one-way mirror. He was the bomber who had destroyed one of my factories, killing dozens of innocent people. He was tied to a chair, covered in blood and bruises. He looked scared, but not scared enough. I entered the room, wearing a bloody apron and holding a dagger. My beta, Jack, followed me, ready to assist. The bomber’s eyes widened when he saw me. He knew who I was. He knew what I was capable of. I walked up to him and stared into his eyes. “Who sent you to bomb my factory?” I asked in a cold and calm voice. “Do you know how many people died because of you? How many families are crying for justice?” He spat on the floor. He was a skinny man with a scruffy beard and a bandana around his head. He had cuts all over his arm, and his fingers were bleeding. He looked defiant, even though he was helpless. “I can’t tell you," he said. “Just kill me and get it over with.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You don’t get to die that easily

Alpha George’s POV I pulled her into an empty room in the hallway and made her sit on the bed. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, looking at her with a lot of desire. “Listen, you have to break up with Leo,” I blurted out. She blinked at me, her eyes wide and confused. “What? Why?” she inquired. “Because I like you, damn it. I want you to be my mistress. I can take care of you, and I can give you a good apartment, a nice car, and anything else you want. Just say yes, please.” She stared at me as if I had grown a second head, and then she shook her head and stood up, trying to get past me. “Are you crazy? You have a fiancée. And she is pregnant, she is downstairs waiting for you. How can you say something like that to me?" She raised her voice. I followed her and grabbed her hand. “I don’t care, she is nothing to me, you are the one that makes me feel alive!” I snapped. She pulled her hand out of my grip and backed away from me until her back was against the doo