All Chapters of The Alpha Twins : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EMILIA'S POVThe brown paper bag still covered my face and I felt terrible. I was on my period, and I was bleeding profusely. I could tell that it was bad from the way the room smelt. God, I felt dirty. I reeked of dirtiness. It was the first time I had felt like that in months, and I found myself silently cursing Tristan Ironclaw. I had done absolutely nothing to deserve being treated like a criminal and a slave, and I knew that he didn't care one bit about what was happening to me. I also cursed myself for even loving such a man in the first place. How did I do that? How had I managed to put up with all the years of evil, the trauma and everything that had gone on during our relationship? How did I manage to turn a blind eye to his evil side, to how much of a beast he was?He was a man that didn't possess human sympathy and emotions, a man that probably didn't have a conscience. Because I saw no reason why I was still tied up even though I was practically harmless. He was a cowa

TRISTAN'S POVWe parked our trucks and vans a mile away, away from his house. Then, craftily, we unlocked his door, using the pick. It was my idea to come with Henry because I wanted to witness the downfall of detective Walsh firsthand. A few minutes ago, I had received a call from chief Tom explaining the visit of detective Walsh. It was just like I had predicted. He was too dangerous, way too dangerous to be allowed to go Scot free. And that was why we were in his house, hiding, preparing for the moment. His house had just little furniture, and it smelt good. I found out that him deciding to stay among old people was a pretty decent disguise. That way, he wasn't going to be easily found out. He was a small private detective, but a very intellectual one. A big one, if he played his cards well. I didn't want to feel anything as we waited in his house in the dark. I shut out whatever emotions and whatever human sympathy I was about to garner. What I was doing, I was doing for my ow

ORION'S POVParking my car in the police station, I found my way to the reception. My hair was tousled, my trousers were rumpled, and my shirt stuck to my back in sweat, but the last thing on my mind was my appearance. What was I going to do without Detective Walsh? How was I going to find the love of my life, the woman that had brought me this far, the woman that had become my priority. What was I going to do without the people that I deemed important?Without them, how was I going to cope?For days on end, I had been unable to sleep, imagining the suffering, the pain and whatever Emilia was going through wherever she was. I had imagined how lonely she must feel, how dejected she was going to feel because she was alone. I had thought about it, and sleep had eluded me. Now, detective Walsh had been added to the list. A man that I had thought was the answer to my problems was dead, a man that I thought could help me out had been killed in cold blood, all because he was on my case. R

TRISTAN'S POVThe warehouse was filled with working men by the time I got there, their boots slapping the tiled floor. I smiled at the greetings and the handshakes I gave, the respect in their eyes and the smiles on their faces. They respected me, they treated me as their king, as their leader, as somebody they looked up to. While I was being ridiculed and disrespected in my own family home, here, I was respected. I was accorded that respect in each and every form, and most times I couldn't help it but smile. They were my subjects, all of them, and I loved the way they all treated me. Henry was waiting outside my office when I got there, a smile on his lips. “Boss. Good morning.”“Good morning Henry, how are you? How's work?”Henry nodded, slipping my key into the office and opening it for me. I entered gingerly, placing my suitcase on the table and then flopping into my chair. I turned on my laptop in the process, deciding to go through the finances of the company I had come to ca

TRISTAN'S POVI was about to leave the warehouse when I heard a car drive into the grounds. Separating the blinds, I found myself looking through the window, wondering who it was. When I saw the familiar black Honda Accord, I smiled. It was my most trusted and legitimate partner so far, chief Tom. And I was happy to see him. When he came into my office, I stood up, offering my hand for a handshake. Henry was behind him, his hand in his pocket, and I could tell that he was cradling his gun.I smiled inwardly, a little bit proud. Henry was the beast right hand man I had had in years, and it showed. Even though the chief of police was now a friend, an ally and a partner, it didn't change anything. Henry still followed him into my office just to make sure that nothing went wrong, and to make sure that each and everything was in place and in order. I smiled now, grinning from ear to ear. The future of the warehouse was in safe hands. If I dropped dead at the moment, Henry was going to ma