All Chapters of The Alpha Twins : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TRISTAN'S POVI stared at my brothers, not able to believe my ears. It was clear now that they had always hated me right from the start. They were clearly rejecting my trial of becoming the new Alpha without even considering it. The cheer that followed my brother's pronouncement told me all I needed to know. The battle line had been drawn. If I wanted to be the Alpha, just like I had done to my father, I was going to have to fight my way to get it. “Mark my words, Orion Ironclaw. You have allowed your hatred for me to oppose the fact that I alone can rule the pack. I will leave you and the rest of our brothers to wallow in your ignorance..”“We aren't ignorant, Tristan. We are simply telling it as it is. We can't make you Alpha after a few hours of our father dying. It's disrespectful. It shows we don't even regard him, that we can't even perform his burial rites first before thinking of replacing him.”It was Logan, his high pitched baritone destroying the composure I was trying to

ORION'S POVAs soon as Tristan left the room, I descended the podium, weakened not only by his punch, but the turmoil inside of me. He had made his plans clear. There was going to be no new Alpha except the new Alpha was ready to go through him. The last thing I was, was being scared of Tristan. No, that was far from it. I was scared of the power he seemed to possess, of the evil that was his mind. I was scared of what he had become in all these days he had kept silent. My twin brother in a way had become greater than the troublemaker I had tagged him as. He was not only a troublemaker now, he had set himself way above that. He was now the black sheep of the family totally, just like he had always been, but in a brand new light now. Some of the brothers began to leave the room, and I saw something different in their movements. Some of them were afraid. They knew what was happening, they knew what was about to take place. It was now more than their power, it was greater than them n

ORION'S POVThanking the cook briefly, I ate from the steak she had offered me, downing it with the wine in my glass. My love for a good steak was one of the things that had never died even after my father's death. The image never seemed to leave my head. It was always there, haunting me in different ways, making me feel bad even though I knew that his death wasn't my fault, even though I knew that his death was something that didn't have anything to do with me. But it haunted me still.That image of him thrashing around, that image of him fighting with death. It is an image that never seemed to leave my mind no matter how hard I tried. It was a firm imprint on my mind, and that was why most times, I knew that I wanted revenge, but I didn't know where to start. What did I know about my father's death apart from the fact that he was poisoned? And even if he had been poisoned, by whom? Who had the guts to take my father out, the great Alpha?There were suspects, a list I had in my mi

TRISTAN'S POV The warehouse was filled to the brim when I parked my car in the garage and found my way inside. There were dozens of men inside, and the heat emanating from it was crazy. Everyday, my band of followers seemed to increase. And I knew why. All of them wanted a taste of what it was to be the troublemaker I was, to be the menace that I was starting to become. And I was going to show them all. I was going to give them a piece of me, them and the entire brotherhood. They were never going to see this coming. “Masked agency!”The chant from the men told me that indeed, they were ready to wreck havoc on the city. They were brandishing their weapons, their cries renting the air. It was what I loved to hear, it was what I wanted to hear. “Now, we're going to do this as clear as day. We're going to go into the city, and we're going to destroy as many properties as we can. We're going to show them who owns the city, who runs the street. We're going to show them that we aren't c

TRISTAN'S POV“Good morning chief.”The whole brotherhood chorused, and I found myself staring intently at the chief. In his movements, I found fatigue, I found tiredness. In his movements I found weariness and fear. He was tired of carrying the burden of the city on his shoulders, I could see it, but that was his job. There was nothing he was going to do about it. He had sworn to do it, the oath was sacred, and no matter how tired he was, he was going to continue doing it. He was going to continue carrying the burden of the city on his shoulders, even if he liked it or not. I stared at him, laughing inwardly. I had done that. I had made him tired,I had made him weary. I had made all of them in the courtroom tired. I had made all of them wondering what was next. I was doing it, I was trouble itself, I was that menace they were looking for. I was that menace they were never going to find, sadly. The chief took the last drag of his already finished cigarette, then dumped the remains