The Alpha Twins

TRISTAN POVI headed out of the pack in the early hours of this morning and then hopped in my car. My hands, as usual, controlled the wheel while I drove out of the large compound, a smile with a mixture of grimaces denting my face. The day was going to be a long one, due to the many tasks I had on my to-do list. After a long and rough ride, the car halted at the front of a large gate. My gaze darted and I looked right and left, scared to be seen by the police. The last time I checked, I and the rest of my team members were wanted by the City and its government for delivering hard drugs to the citizens of this country. After honking the horn for some time, one of the men who had arrived came to open the gate. He bowed to me while I drove in. Who wouldn't bow to one of the many sons of the famous Alpha when seen? I wondered as I parked the car in a small lot built next to the warehouse. “Good morning, boss,” the man who opened the gate, greeted me. “Welcome back.” He said with a

EMILIA POV The morning of the next day came and somehow, I cannot explain why I am in shock when it has always been this way. Maybe I was in shock because this date was supposed to be a special one for me—for us, hence the hurt that came alongside Tristan's absence at my apartment the day before. It was the weekend, and not a day of work in New Orleans. The multi-million company I work for was on a long-term break that was not ending soon, either. I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a bid to take a bath. All the time, whenever I wanted a bath: I forgot to take along with me the towel from the wardrobe, and with this, I walked back to the room to take my towel. A bath was taken in haste, and I was standing in the room once again, with a towel wrapped around me. A sigh especially my mouth as I thought about what I was going to do. What sense did all of these make? What if I didn't find him in any of these places? What if it was me who ended up getting embarrass

TRISTAN POV It was a hustle getting back to the warehouse without getting caught. For goodness’s sake! I trained these boys to be certain of the environment while we drove past the streets. How come they didn't know the police were tracking us? I wondered when the truck parked in front of the compound. I brought out my tracker and tracked the environment in a bid to be certain we did not let enemies into our space. When it was confirmed, we then drove into the compound when one of the men who stayed back in the warehouse opened the gate.“What happened?” One of them asked and without saying a word to him, I walked past after throwing my backpack at him. Now I could hear him throw his question at the rest of the men who had gotten down from the truck, followed by their footsteps as they marched into the warehouse. In a rage, I threw the helmet on the floor. It could not be broken, after all. In a fierce rage, I led the way to one of the chairs in the space and took a seat in i

ORION POV My hate for him cannot be comprehended. Why is he a member of the royal family in the first place? There in the dining hall where we sat, I could not help but gaze at him with pre-hate that was obvious and wondered what exactly went wrong with him. What did he do to the pretty woman? Why did she slap me? For goodness’s sake! That slap was meant for Tristan and ended on my face. After eating, I got on my feet, and without saying a word to the rest of my brothers, I led my way out of the hall. My legs, without hesitation or delay, led me to the Manor and I looked to the right, walking in the direction leading to my royal chamber. On arrival, I threw the key to my car on the bed. A sigh escaped my lips and I fell on the bed as well. There was worry written on my face, if not for anything but on behalf of the women who fell for his trap. They were yet to know how much of a playboy he is, and how he never meant any of his feelings for them. The lay at the club said tw

ORION POV I looked down at her, a smile on my countenance. For the first time since my encounter with her in the Club's compound, I found her pretty. “Who—” she mouthed, pointing at me. “I don't want to slap you until I am certain. Which one are you?”A chuckle escaped my lips. Who is this woman? I laughed and cocked my neck. “Who do you think it is?”She walked closer, raising her hands to touch my face. “I wouldn't know, but Tristan would not be nice. Not after all he's done.”“I thought as much,” I shifted a bit from the door and let her pass. “You used the male toilet, ma'am. I should have told you on time.”Without saying a word to me, she walked away. I wouldn't blame her, would I? I walked in, shut the door and used the toilet before finding my way out of the space.Somehow, I admired her guts.So she could come to the same bar she got herself embarrassed in, after that day? Who is this woman? I wondered again, shutting the large door and finding my way out of the bathroom.