Mated To Two Twins Alpha

The resplendent sight that stood before me was breathtaking. Finally, after running for what I would presume hours, sweat breaking profusely from the pores of my skin, I stopped at the sandy beaches. Where the white foams of the violent waves gather at the shore of the sea. My breathing is heavy, for a moment, I am met with that resilient feeling to go back and fight!

Fight against that ruthless Alpha and claim back our land, but how could I, when he had made such a puissant army which overthrew the leadership of Alpha Darren.

This was one of the main reasons that made me hate Alphas, they thought so highly of themselves and carried negative legacies. Alpha Darren was kind and he always cared about his people. He was not like Lucius, who was callous and ruthless. The death of the rightful Alpha stupefied everyone. Even though we tried to fight, as long as the high priestess anointed him as Alpha, we had to bow down and obey.

Standing right here, in the fresh breeze, made me recall all the beautiful memories I had as a child. When my parents always brought us here during the summer. I could still see myself running over these beaches. A bright pleasant smile on my face as I built a little house out of the sand and played ball with my step sister. Now all that stands from that flashback were the horrific sounds of the night they were all burned alive.

Even though the minule light of the moon reflects on the water horizon, my mind cannot help but register blankly where exactly I am. Could I still be in danger? Could they still be following me, perhaps getting some rest would be much easier? Now that darkness has already blanketed the atmosphere, and the sky is plainly filled with beautiful stars. The only sound that stands is the distant croaking of frogs, perhaps from the swamp I had just passed when I ran towards the beach.

As I moved forward; towards the distant collection of trees that were still visible in the light of the dark, I found my eyelids getting heavy. Maybe it wasn't the fact that I was exhausted, it could have been the tire. Something ought to be wrong, I was not one to get tired to the point of near collapse. When I reached for my bag, pulling the strands that slid fancily across my shoulders and letting them fall to the side, I removed the bottle of water I had carried just before I made my escape. My throat was mildly dry, the air I kept on gasping absorbing all moisture left on that delicate internal area. When I brought the bottle up to my mouth, I gulped the water hastily, feeling the cold liquid slide down my throat with satisfaction. It felt like the quenching of thirst I had was for years, as though I had gotten relief from never-ending torture.