All Chapters of Mated Twice To Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Out of my way, freak!” Demanded Talia Banks as she bumped into me pushing the books from my hand and onto the floor. She laughed walking away, meeting up with her two best friends, Morgan Wills and Courtney Fletcher. Talia and her posse were the popular girls, granted this was a college, and no longer high school. Popularity seemed to follow these girls wherever they went. I bent down to get the old second-hand books and notebooks when the girls circled back around to kick them further down the hallway. As I scooped up my things, I looked up to see Oliver and Oscar the McKinney twins, and their cousins Seth and Shane McKinney, who were identical twins, just like Oscar and Oliver. Oliver and Talia had started dating three weeks prior along with Oscar and Morgan. Seth had gotten with Courtney while she made her cousin Brittany Fletcher switch schools to be with Shane. They all watched me as I dusted my knees off and walked to my locker, where my only best friend Olivia was waiting for m

As I made my way down the stairs, Liv was behind me, and I was quickly rushed by the younger set of twins as they helped me down and onto the sofa. They all sat on the large floral couch smelling the air and trying to get closer to me. Chris snapped his fingers and they calmed down adjusting their clothes. “Juliet it seems you are fated to my nephews, all of them.” He paused rubbing his chin and scraping the red whiskers. “Charles, do you have any idea why that is?” He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening. “So, what you’re saying is both your girls would’ve been fated to my nephews but because one pa

“Pup, we need to talk!” My father startled me as I walked through the front door. I grabbed my chest and fell back into the door. “Sit, I’ll get you a drink,” I watched as he made his way to the fridge and liquor cabinet. He poured me coke and vodka as I sat on the tan lazy boy across from him. “Pup, this is a strange phenomenon that has occurred with you.” I nodded my head and took a sip. “Nothing like this has happened before, and people will be curious.” He sat back in his chair and laid one leg over the other. “So, I have taken an offer,” He watched me as I took another sip furling one eyebrow up at him. Suddenly, the back door flung open, and two very large bald men come bargaining in. I got up but felt dizzy so I slipped back down into my chair. I felt the same pang in my chest and I hoped that my mates would feel it too. Before I can protest I was taken away and managed to watch one of the men pay my father before I passed out. When I woke I realized I was in a strange white roo

"Hello..." Came a voice from my dreams. "Hello..." I struggled to open my eyes as the voice was starting to annoy me. "Hello, hey... get up..." A strike to my lower abdomen had me doubled over in pain and I soon realized the voice hadn't come from my dreams but was here in the white room with me. "About time you woke up!" The large man grumbled as I blinked several times trying to adjust my eyes. "You didn't have to kick her, I told you that you put too much of that in the vent. Ms. Irma told us to only to put in a spoonful to keep her drowsy." The short bald man spoke up as he moved toward the door to look out of the peephole. "You going soft on me, Glenn?" Gordon asked as he grabbed the folding chair he brought in. "No, brother but she is very pretty I'd hate for you to bruise that porcelain skin." Glenn laughed as he unfolded the chair and sat backward. "Hey Pretty, my name is Glenn Nelson and this is my brother, Gordon, we are as I'm sure you're aware of Ms. Irma Logue, we are h

I knew it must have been at least four days since I arrived here. I missed my best friend's birthday and, according to the twins, I have a little over a week left to get marked or I'll hurt even worse. Every day I wake up, my chest pains, my head aches, and my anxiety makes me feel like I'm dying. If what Claude said was true, then perhaps he could get something to my mates. Maybe he'll tell them where I am and my entire pack will come for me and shut down this retched place. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was meant to be marked and start my life with the one destined to be mine. As luck would have it, I got four. I could never have envisioned this for myself, ever. To have them all want me, from never being shown love to being overwhelmed by it was amazing. My father, after my twin and mother died, was never around. He never showed me, love. He was usually gone before I got up for school and didn't come back until after I went to sleep. My grandfather Toussaint, my mother's father,