All Chapters of The Alpha Twins : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EMILIA’S POVI walked with my head high up in the clouds after Orion had left my flat. Breakfast with him meant I had to put off my trip to the gym till we were done. And I had no regrets.While at the gym, I didn’t have to lean into my wolf’s abilities to lift weights or do any of my usual routines. It all felt like a featherweight to me. Everything blended into each other as though I was lost in some sort of ecstasy.“Don’t you think you should go a little easier on yourself?” John, my instructor and a fellow member of the Roger pack, had asked with his eyebrows quirked in skepticism. I had lifted a seventy kilogram weight while he watched in shock.“You are we’re saying?” I turned to him with a confident smirk.As I let myself into the apartment upon returning from the gym, I drew in large breaths to inhale whatever was left of his scent in the room.I made sure to draw the curtains and lock the windows, so there’d be nowhere for the fragrance of his cologne to escape.I stepped in

TRISTAN POVI was still seething when my phone beeped with a message from Logan and I threw it on the wall watching it shattered to tiny pieces. It was satisfying, I wanted to break everything around me. The need to do pot came strong and I succumbed.I prided myself in the thought that I was a dealer but didn’t take this hard drugs but at this point every ounce of care was thrown to the wind.I rolled it up, flicking my finger as I lit it up. Every one of the Alpha’s children had his special abilities. As twins, Orion and I share pretty much the same capabilities and it irked me. The thought of having someone who was my mirror image and had the same abilities I had was unnerving. That was why I rebelled. I could remember high-school, dyeing my hair and getting into a rebellious phase.I gulped in an unhealthy amount of smoke but it didn’t affect me one bit, perks of being a werewolf. Emilia had though warned me against it, because she had, had a traumatic experience with it. Suddenly

Emilia’s POVI woke up the next morning giddy with excitement. Orion was taking bold steps and asking me out on a date. The first thing I did was call my best friend Marilyn who booked the entire mall to us. She was a fashion icon and was of reputable standing. Growing up as children, she had been the outspoken one and had engineered our getaway from that hellish excuse of a pack.The runway was her guise and she kept a low profile while at the same time stunning the world. She had recently premiered a series which was all about werewolves and human colliding. The irony of it all.“Good gracious, why are you still in bed, Em?” She said, still her head in disapproval at my defeated look, her heels moving in a rhythm. I had taken the day off, specially for this date. My boss had sounded shocked when I requested for that. I couldn’t blame her, it wasn’t every day a workaholic decides to take a mini vacation, even if it lasted for only a day.“I am overthinking things, Mar. What if he’s w

Emilia POVTristan was still on the floor, when Orion descended on him with another punch that knocked out the guts in him.I knew werewolves were invincible but at the rate, he was going, he could send Tristan to the bosom of moon goddess."Stop it! Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. Orion's eyes flashed with anger, but he hesitated, his chest heaving with exertion. Tristan groaned, struggling to get up, but Orion's blows had left him weak and disoriented."Em, get out of the way," Orion growled, his voice low and menacing. "This doesn't concern you.""Yes, it does!" I protested, standing my ground. "You're going to kill him!"Orion snarled, baring his teeth. "He deserves it. He was hurting you for crying out loud....""I know, but this isn't the way to handle it," I pleaded, trying to reason with him. "We need to find a way to resolve this peacefully."Orion's expression softened slightly, and he looked at me with a hint of surprise. "You still care about him, don't yo

TRISTAN’S POVI stood at the forefront of my gang, my eyes fixed on the rival gang before us. The air was electric with tension, our growls and snarls filling the night air. This wasn't just any rival gang - they were sent by the scientist who had been breathing down my neck, demanding more drugs and faster and it happened to be my ex best friend . But I wouldn't be intimidated. I had built my reputation on fear and respect, and I wouldn't let anyone take that away from me.As we faced off, our hands transformed into claws, our bodies tensing with anticipation. No weapons were needed; our strength and ferocity were enough. The rival gang's leader, the burly werewolf of a friend I had once trusted sneered at me. But I could smell his fear, and it only fueled my anger.The fight erupted, our claws clashing, our growls echoing through the streets. I took down the first few with swift precision, but the rest put up a fierce resistance. They were well-trained, well-fed, and fueled by the s