Chapter 7

♡Arielle’s POV♡

“I’m home.” I announced my arrival, swinging the door home and stepping into my very humble abode.

“Finally,” Brielle jumped off the worn-out couch and turned to me. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and a small frown tugged on her lips.

“Where were you? I called you about a million times, but you didn’t pick up. Mom and I were worried something terrible had happened to you. Do you know how far my mind had gone? I was afraid you were kidnapped or worse.”

“As you can see, I’m fine. I wasn’t drugged, kidnapped, and enslaved by a mafia Alpha who forced me to be his pet and do his bindings.” I joked, throwing myself on the couch, and I stretched my body. Her frown deepened, and the corner of my lips twitched to a smile, knowing I had successfully predicted what she was thinking.

Brielle was my identical twin, after all—two bodies, one soul. We were identical, yet unidentical. We looked the same; we had the same amber eyes, coily brown hair, and caramel skin, but I