The Alpha Twins
I wanted it to just be a dream, I wanted it to end.
“So what next? Now he's gone, what next? Are we all going to sit around mourning forever or we'll fucking choose another Alpha? The pack needs someone to take charge, to take control. If y'all are going to weep like ladies, then sorry to burst the bubble y'all are sniffing, but I'm not joining the weeping party.”
I knew that voice anywhere.
It was my twin, Tristan, his loud baritone loud and clear. Just like the Great Alpha used to say, he was a troublemaker. He was trouble itself, and when he was unusually quiet, you knew that you had to expect the worst.
Bab Populer