All Chapters of The Alaska Alpha’s Twins : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Hearing the latch click open, I walk into my parents' house to find my stepfather clutching my nightgown. As soon as he sees me, he quickly takes a pillow from his side and places it on top of the nightgown. Mom rushes in with her bag, chatting on the phone with her employer about something, but I can't stop glancing at my stepfather, who is clearly hiding my underwear. Taking the pillow, I pull my nightdress from his hands and feel something wet dripping from it. Horrified, I yell at him. "Why do you have my nightgown? It's damp and stinks of vinegar!" As my mother walks in to see what's happening, my stepfather reaches for his penis and starts massaging himself. "Gabe, honey, if you're going to do that, do it in our room. I'll be there soon," my mother says casually. Hearing her say that, I take a step back as my smartphone rings. Ignoring it, my stepfather continues to look at me while saying to my mother, "No, it's okay. Go finish what you were doing. I was close to

The sun peeked through the flimsy curtains, casting golden streaks across the unfamiliar sheets. My head pounded with the remnants of a night I'd rather not remember, but the hazy images came flooding back regardless—the laughter, the drink in my hand, the warmth of a body next to mine. I rolled over, but the space beside me was empty. This wasn’t my bed. And he wasn’t my husband. My breath caught as I sat up, the realization hitting me like a wave crashing against the shore. I glanced around the room, the faded posters of rock bands and the cluttered dresser with a jumble of books and trinkets confirming that I was in Silas’s apartment. But where was he? And who was the guy from last night? Panic clawed at my throat. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. My clothes were haphazardly strewn across the room, and I scrambled to find them. A pair of jeans, my favorite worn-out band tee, and the glasses I’d nearly crus

Hearing Nick talk in the living room made me feel uneasy. I knew if I asked him for anything, he wouldn't give it to me. I also knew my guy friends would help me, but if I reached out to them, Nick would beat me for talking to other men. Feeling conflicted, I took one more step out of my room and heard Nick’s footsteps approaching. The nausea that swept over me didn't help, especially with the smell of alcohol wafting toward me. “What are—” I puked all over Nick just as he started to talk, and some of it went into his mouth. He bent over and puked a second later. Once he had finished, he straightened up and said, “Get in the car. Now.” I walked to the car, but Nick passed me without acknowledging my state. As I made my way down the two flights of stairs, I feared falling. I tried to take it slow and steady, but Nick’s voice echoed again, shouting, “Can you hurry it up?” He kept yelling as I made my way down, and once I reached the car, I held my stomach, trying to ignore h