All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Somehow, I managed to get through my entire shift without running into the twins. After pulling myself together, I emerged from the bathroom, relieved to find they had already left. My pitiful joy was short-lived when Jenny handed me a note."They wanted me to give this to you," Jenny said, frowning. "They didn't hurt you, did they?""No," I shook my head, offering no further explanation. "Good," Jenny nodded. "Men who hit women are scum." "Agreed," I replied."Here," Jenny grunted, "take my phone number in case you need anything."After getting over the initial shock of Jenny being nice, I looked down at the note in my hands, waiting until she walked away to read the messy scrawl.'Quit avoiding us, Sophia. We need to talk. Ethan & Kieran'The simple note made my heart race. There was no chance I would risk talking to them. I took Jessy’s threat seriously, and come Friday, I would be out of town for good. No more confusing twins, no more psychotic threats. While my life hadn't been pleasant

"Your father is here." Lauren blurted, and my heart nearly stopped.The words made no sense. My father—I didn't have a father. I had Darren and a sperm donor. A father was a foreign concept, something only lucky kids got to experience. I was not one of those lucky kids."Father?" I repeated, confusion coloring every syllable."Your father," Lauren spat, anger flashing in her crystal-blue eyes. "The social worker managed to track him down.""The social worker." I nodded, not fully processing what she was saying. I couldn't get past the word "father." It was inconceivable, impossible."Get down here," Lauren snapped. "He wants to speak with you." Was that jealousy in her tone? Why would Lauren be jealous?I trudged downstairs, ignoring the fact that I was still in my pajamas. My busted and swollen face didn’t even register. As a child, I had spent so many years imagining my father sweeping into my life and taking me away. We'd live in a big house together, and I'd finally be happy. I imagined

An hour was far too long to get ready. I brushed my hair and changed my clothes in ten minutes, leaving fifty minutes to contemplate how horribly my fractured life had been upended. When the hour passed, Sebastian knocked on my door. He didn't wait for me to answer; he simply poked his head inside until his eyes locked on mine."Ready to go?" Sebastian asked, his eyes shining brightly.I nodded, grumbling something unintelligible, and stood up. While my face was somehow miraculously healed, my ankle was anything but.Occasionally, a dull pain would twitch up my ankle, making me wince.Sebastian and I walked downstairs to where Lauren and Darren were sitting on the sofa. Darren was drunk, as usual. Lauren was desperately trying to keep her gaze off Sebastian. Her eyes kept flickering from the TV to his towering form. I resisted the urge to scoff; she was more interested in Sebastian than she had been in me for three years. A blind man could see how taken Lauren was with Sebastian, even seve

'I thought you'd never ask,' the voice huffed. 'You can call me Silver.' 'The voice in my head has a name,' I nodded. 'This is great.''Look at it this way, we're improving,' the voice sounded happy. 'Improving?' I scoffed. 'More like descending into madness.' 'Hey, I'll be along for the ride,' Silver grinned. 'It'll be fun.''Y'know, I didn't expect the voice inside my head to be so damn optimistic,' I rolled my eyes.'Get used to it, Sophia,' Silver chided me. 'I'm here for the long run.' 'Great,' I muttered, unenthusiastic.Sebastian glanced at me from the corner of his eye, concern evident in his gaze. "Feeling alright, Sophia?" he asked, his tone full of concern."Yup," I popped the 'p'. "Just talking to the voices in my head."I wasn’t sure why I said that, but I didn’t care. This week had been one for the books. I was nearly certain I had the worst week in history. Assaulted, frightened, abandoned, used. And it would only get worse from here. I'd be forced to live with Sebastian, than

Sophia’s POVI left the note, changed in one of the many bathrooms, and headed to work. Today was a school day, but my boss was desperate for someone to cover an extra shift, so he didn't even ask about school.I texted Kat to let her know I didn't need a ride since she was in school, which meant I'd have to walk. I didn't mind; it gave me time to think.Unfortunately, I had too much to think about at the moment.Sebastian would probably give me a ride if I asked, but I didn't want to. His huge house felt smothering, filled with people who didn't want me there (except for Tracy).By the time I reached the restaurant, my foot was aching. The pain wasn't as bad, but it was still annoying. 'One miracle is good enough,' I thought, considering my magically healing face.The next few hours at work were effortless. No kids from school were there, no one I knew, just a peaceful shift where I could get lost in my thoughts and focus on not spilling any drinks.At three o'clock, new faces began showing