All Chapters of The Alpha Twins : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ORION'S POVBy the time I stopped crying, the sun was high in the sky. The sky was gray, and I could see that even the sun was battling its master. It was struggling to rain, it was struggling to weep for the just slain Alpha.It was struggling to weep for the just killed man that had been my father. Sitting on top of his bed as the doctors crowded the room in a bid to transfer his body to the mortuary, I knew that there was literally no use. The brothers were all in the room, all of them too shocked to speak. It was at that moment I knew that they looked like sheep without a shepherd. Somebody had to take control. Somebody had to take charge. “Doctor Holmes,” I said, addressing the slim doctor who was struggling with his glasses in a bid to keep them propped up his nose. “Hope his body will be safe there? We need enough time to prepare the burial rites. We cannot just rush things. Even though I think there is no use because he'll be buried before the week runs out, I believe he wo

ORION'S POVI stood next to the door as all the brothers exited the room that had once belonged to our father. The grief was in their eyes, the mourning and the exhaustion. Most of them hadn't eaten since his death, and I didn't blame them. Why would one think of eating when a man that you once loved, respected and looked up to was in the grave? There was going to be no food, no eating as far as the great Alpha's death was concerned. There was only one man I knew that would eat, that would even party in this time of grief. He was the man that was leaving the room last, his smile making him want to punch him and wipe it off his face despite my weak state. I had never hated him like I hated him since I heard him utter the words he had uttered a few minutes ago. How dare he refer to our father as “a dead old man? As a dead man?” The disrespect was alarming, the cowardice appalling. What annoyed me most was that he wouldn't dare, he would have never had the courage to say such things

TRISTAN'S POVIf Orion Ironclaw thought I was going to stand by and watch him control everything I had worked so hard to get, he was going to get a very big shocker. Even after he had held me down and warned me to stay away from the vehicle he had had prepared for him, I knew that wasn't going to stop me. I was ready for them all. I was going to show them that I had not only orchestrated the great alpha's death, but I was going to orchestrate each and everyone of their deaths if they tried to stand in my way. Smiling in my pain and discomfort of being denied the royal car, I instructed Christopher Shawn, my personal guard to fetch another car from the garage. Even if I was going to go to the pack circle late, I was going to make sure it was worth it. The car he brought was an old model Benz, and I knew that it was going to take us more than twenty minutes to reach the pack circle in that manner. I wanted to be there because I didn't want to miss the address Orion was going to give.

ORION'S POVI stared at the food that had been served by the chef, unable to eat. I was hungry but the food didn't appeal to me at that moment. I was famished, but the food looked like sawdust to me, my system wasn't only rejecting the food, even my tongue was. What had Tristan just done in the pack circle? How had he done it so easily? How had he made the people who were once calm and listening turn into vile creatures,to turn into people that I didn't even recognize. It was crazy, the power he seemed to possess when it came to causing trouble. How had he successfully stirred up a group of people who had been listening to me prior? How had he successfully made a group of people turn into something violent and destructive? “You should eat, Orion. That food is getting cold. If it's a war your twin brother wants, he's going to get it in full force. Can't you see what he's doing? He wants the throne for himself. That's where all this is going.”I shook my head vehemently. My twin brot

ORION'S POVWhen I heard the news that Tristan's personal guard and errand boy, Christopher came bearing, I found myself wondering what it meant. It was straight to the point, but everything about it reeked of mischief and cunny. What was he up to now? What did he mean by “come to the courtroom, come late and you would miss it?”What had come over him? It wasn't as if I was in the least surprised by the drama that was unfolding, that was what Tristan was. He was an orchestra of trouble, he was drama himself. But this was way out of line. He was doing it to an extent I had never witnessed before. He was making his intentions known, he was gradually telling everybody what he was becoming, and what he was about to become.I smiled at Denver, who gave me the “I told you so” look. It was clear that my brother had something up his sleeve. And I wanted to know what it was. Telling Denver to take care of the room, I strode out slowly, finding my way to the courtroom where my now dead fat