All Chapters of The Alpha Twins Steal A Thief: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Hannah’s Point of View~I sigh and turn over, too hot and irritated to sleep. Just to add to my foul mood, it’s literally the hottest night of the year. So that plus the news from my father a couple hours ago, finding sleep will be impossible. The brilliant full moon shines through my window, giving the faintest bit of light and the reminder that I’m still without my wolf. She should have come by now.When I hear someone moving in my room, I sit up and prepare to scold my little brothers for being out so late even though I’m certain it wasn’t their choice. They have slept with me their entire lives, but lately our father has been giving them “tasks” that sometimes extend way past bedtime. It pisses me off to no end, I want them to stay little boys much longer, but it's a losing battle. I open my mouth to scold them but it's not the hand of a ten year old boy that touches me. I freeze instantly, realizing the hand is far too large, coarse and heavy. “Sweet Hannah…” I hear, barely a

~Hannah’s Point of View~I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to sit up but my entire being aches, stings and absolutely protests. I reach to my forehead and feel the throbbing there. I go to move my other arm and realize it’s in a contraption, preventing me from moving it. There are bandages on my face and arms.Blinking fast several times, I take in a mostly plain room. Nothing on the walls, not much furniture other than my bed and a tray with a cup on my nightstand. Then a dresser on the far wall. I reach for the cup on instinct and greedily gulp down the cool water. I could literally be anywhere though I doubt I’m with my father. He wouldn’t have even bothered to try and fix me up.“Challenges force us to show what we’re made of.” My father’s voice is literally always in my mind, always pushing me. For better or for worse.I take a quick minute to try and remember what happened. When I close my eyes, all I see is my brothers running away. My eyes pop open and I gasp, my body jerk

~Hannah’s Point of View~ “It’s fine, I’ve had worse,” I whisper, not sure if I’m humiliated or not. I don’t care what this Rafe person thinks of me. He thinks enough of himself clearly. Once I can get away and into the woods, I’ll be fine and never have to see him again. “From him,” he shouts, his fist pounding on the table. I wouldn’t say that I hate many things exactly, but I do hate pity. It’s probably a rogue thing but I never want anyone to think I’m not fully capable of taking care of myself. Though everything with my father is different. I’m vulnerable to him, I do care what he thinks. Even now, I hate that I do. Though nothing that happened was my fault I still feel the disappointment in him and it’s heavy on my heart. “What do you care? It’s your fault Harrison is dead,” I say, balling up and turning away. Tears stream down my face and I’m unable to stop them. The weak die, the strong survive. I know without a doubt as long as my father lives he’ll get out of here. He’s

~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Let’s hurry up and get dinner! The males here are all pigs and if you don’t get there early you’re stuck with whatever is left. The full moon is the only good time to eat, they’re all out hunting and eating on four legs, hoping to woo a female or some nonsense,” Scarlett giggles, pulling my hand. I groan at the thought of eating in a large mess hall in front of so many. When I visited Harrison’s pack years ago it was how they ate and I can’t imagine Nightwind is any different. I’ve been able to get away with eating supper in my room the last few nights. But I’m starting to heal and be more mobile so today Scarlett has been dragging me all over the place. My lungs have appreciated the fresh air though, I can’t deny that. She also dresses me up in ridiculous clothes that make me feel silly. It’s impossible to be in her bedroom and see all her nice things. Everything just screams money to me. Her jewelry, her clothes, her shoes. I’d be able to make so much fr

~Hannah’s Point of View~ I’m nearly in a daze as I walk with Parker, unsure where we’re going or what I’m even doing. Scarlett left me, though I could probably find my way back to my room. Hmm, no. Suddenly the idea of being stuck in those four walls seems suffocating. Sleeping outside you can see what’s coming, you hear it and smell it. Being stuck in a tiny room makes me feel like a sitting duck. It’s likely twenty minutes from sunset and there’s a delicate calm once we’re in the trees. Parker holds his big warm hand in mine and for the first time since I can remember I feel … wanted? But not in the way Harrison wanted me. It’s not even close to the same thing. Rogues absolutely don’t trust strangers, we don’t just blindly follow. But right now, my body just wants to go where he goes. What would it be like to turn off my brain that’s always running on full blast and just … be in the moment? My mind wanders for a brief second before it takes a nose dive into reality. I have to a