A Second Chance: My Twin Mates

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er as her chest rose and fell indicating a sign of steady breathing. Her tense muscles from earlier seemed a little bit more relaxed than before. The eyebags under

cond of my time just sleeping irked me a lot. Losing track of time, allowing it slip from your fingers knowing there was nothing I could have done about it was the worst fe

to the sad events she was trying to escape from. Th

ts crossed through my mind, so many emotions su

nd_ the tears, the fear of thinking we were out to get her, and how she begged frantically for us not to hurt her. I clenched my fists in anger.

s she so afraid and why was she

n the delicate woman before me. I would satisfy my curiosity later bu

cately across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the peaceful expression that graced her fea

all these years she was suffering? Had it always been like this for her? My chest rose and fell with frustration and helplessness. But what is done

on her were still alive and breathing. My knuckles turned white as I clenched my fists

ed to harm the woman we seemed to have begun to cherish. My wolf growled, struggling to take over but I took a few br

and we both strode out of the ward. The last thing we both need

clear heads, Frynn," he suggested, with a firm t

nerves. He probably knew I wasn't listening to anything h

venge without any laid out plan will only ruin things for

bout our enemies?" I asked with a

tered into our lives a f

ell, we need a good strategy so we don't

I don't care." I s

just not now. It's too so

ome kind of trauma that might have been caused since childhood and it's fucking her up. It hurts seeing how she flinche

of our most trusted guards to conduct a background investigation on Mia.

. He'll let us know when h

orn and who she has been living with, and most importantly if she

ome people would hit the club and get wasted to ease their frustration, others would have

re were Betas, Scavengers, Hunters, and even Omegas who were the weakest in the werewolf line. But

werewolves who were currently fighting. Their curse and grunts could

es could be heard, complimented by the occasional roar of

we would do it privately, with just us and the manager around b

of adrenaline. The crowd, erupts into a wave of shouts, whistles, and applause, as we exchanged blows with one

d fell with each aggressive strike towards each other. In the heat of the moment, words were fleetin

ronger twin, the rest would bet their supernatural forms to argue otherwise as each blow landed was met with an explosive reaction, as if the collective energy of the crowd surg

n, I imagined punching