The Alpha's Twins
- Genre: Werewolf
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: Patience Writes
I whined, clasping tightly onto the obsolete bed, trying not to tear up in his presence.
“I suppose you aren't feeling the pain right, just wait for this,” I screamed in great agony at his next action. It felt as though pepper was applied to my fresh wound. I turned to face him. It was the razor blade again, he didn't miss one thing. I sobbed loudly, holding on to the pillow, trying hard not to wail.
“Do you need another memento of why I'm here…to remind you to hang around where you pertained as a weak wolf. I know you stepped on my expensive cloth intentionally, you swine!” He growled with a giggle. His laughter sounded so wrong. I looked away, avoiding eye contact, I could feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt as though I had been abandoned by everyone who was around me. Furthermore, I began to weep harder and cried out of fear. The sharp edge sliced through my skin again. I heard the door slam open and mother entered the room. She is a savior.
“And what do you think you're doing?” She tries to keep her cool.
“Teaching your son some manners since he lacked all,” he uttered with so much hatred in his eyes. Mother held her gaze on him for a while, trying to do much to control herself. Jason had gone extreme this time around.
“Teaching him manners, or just venting your anger on him for not shifting at such a young age?” She taunted her hand at akimbo. He replaced the vivid anger that flashed across his face with an evil smirk.
“He shifted at such a young age because he is cursed, nothing to be jealous about,” he snickered.
“Leave the room now.” Her voice was authoritative yet calm. He dared not defile Luna's order. He gave me a last scary glance and stomped out of my room. I burst into fresh tears immediately after he was off.
“I'm sorry I'm late, Miguel,” Mother hugged me and I wept harder. She laid me on my back and stared at my wound with a grimace.
“Even if I treat the wound, it won't heal quickly. The beta went extreme this time around.” Mom said angrily as she tried to wrap me up in bandages.
“I need you to do something, dear,” She said with a shaky smile. Combing out my long hair with her hands.
“What is it mother?” She couldn't heal it completely, but the pain had reduced.
“Converse with Bruno, tell him to help you heal,” she gently said.
“You mean my wolf can help me heal?” she nodded. I shifted at the age of ten, and the whole Pack concluded only the cursed shift at such a young age except mom.
“All you have to do is concentrate on your conversation and tell him to help you heal.” I closed my eyes to concentrate and conversed with him and to my uttermost surprise, my wound healed up. My skin was as smooth as always. I looked up at mom in shock.
“You did it!” She grinned widely. She kissed both cheeks, succeeding.
“You may come in,” she said, and a maid walked in with a bow.
“My lady, the alpha demands your presence,” she said, face down.
“Tell him I will be there in a jiffy.” She bowed and left.
“We need to keep something a secret, son,” she said, already on her feet. I stared at her questionably.
“Do not heal yourself no matter the agony you're going through when your father punishes you, don't heal unless it's necessary?” she said and placed one last kiss on my cheek.
“Be good now, I will lock the door to avoid Jason's entry.” and she left my room hurriedly.
Seeing how the situation is, I couldn't ask her the reason behind it. I lay back down and took deep breaths. She locked the door and promised to bring my food. I've been indoors for years on my father's order. The last time I saw my twin brother was when I shifted. Father caught me staring at my brother. I couldn't get enough view of him due to excruciating shifting pain. He looked like he was coming from a training ground. Father had threatened he would pluck the eyes of a ten-year-old me out of its socket if he ever caught me staring at the future alpha again. Father's hatred and partiality had gotten to me just like a dagger deep down in my heart. The word father sometimes sounds odd in my ears. I disposed off the torn clothes from the beatings and took a quick bath.
For ten years now, I've been hoping I would be loved someday, but the hope kept fading off. “I'm thirsty," Bruno mumbled, and I scoffed.
“You want us to get another beating from Jason?” I cut off the connection immediately. I had run into the devil and mistakenly stepped on his cloth, and he had me punished severely. The thirst had disappeared after the beta's cruel beatings. Living like a slave in this house isn't life at all. I might elope someday if this suffering continues. I was drifting to sleep when I heard a loud bang on the door.
“Open this door, Miguel, I know you're in there!” It was Umberto, the beta's mate. They are beds of the same feathers. I hissed and covered my ears with pillows. Father gave room for all this. An alpha's son was being insulted in his father's house.
“I'm sorry, son, I apologize for all the maltreatment I lashed on you. I was stupid.” father apologized, and I cried harder. I thought about all that happened to me in the past. Now he wants to make me the alpha of the Pack because Miquel betrayed him.
“You're sorry because your favorite son betrayed you and not because you truly love me,” I said, weeping. I've been enslaved in this house because of his orders. I was humiliated. Everyone thought I was useless because of how he treats me.
“No, this throne is for your precious son, Miquel, and not me. It's not right to accept what belongs to my brother, so I don't want it” I cried and walked away.
“Miguel!” Father screamed and I jerked upright. It was a nightmare. I rinsed my sweaty face off and stared out the window. It's my brother. He was holding a sword, looking so drained. Everyone bowed, not minding his age as he passed by with Seneca beside him. Seneca is the head of gamers in our Pack and also Miquel's master.