My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate

y that had engulfed me lately, I felt a twinge of excitement. The house

the worst part of town. Walking to work each day had become a constant nightm

was raised by my amazing grandmother for most of my life until she passed away a few years ago. My mother, who in

her way. The real issue is her husband, Darren, who drinks far too much and becomes a complete

hold a job, so Lauren pays most of the bills. Typically, I work part-t

ont. The only thing I looked forward to in this cross-country move was finally having my own bedroom. In California, my "

ren and Darren already arguing, but I had learned to tune them out successfully. The front porch creaked under my feet, but I

wed her inside behind Darren. Without wasti

Don't forget it," Lauren re

Darren's room and saw they had their own connected bathroom, which meant Darren would leave me alone for a

presentable. I had saved up a small fund since I was old enough to work. While I was a straight-A student, I needed a

sat against the far wall, along with a dusty oak dresser. I ran downstairs and grabbed my large suitcase from the trunk of Lauren's car,

my suitcase. I didn't have many clothe

at the local public school, anything to get me out of the house and out of Darren's thinning hair. I stuffed my debit card in

ng to face me as I opened the front door. I resisted the

nd Darren long ago. Since the court made Lauren my legal guardian until I turned eighteen, I r

rrowing at the TV. I gritted my teeth. "I'm seventeen," I retorted, turn

I was going. After a moment, I decided to go right, hoping to

corner store came into view. That was one thing I'd miss about California. Th

rl not much older than me. I grabbed a bag of chips, a couple of

t card. The girl, with jet-black hair streaked with green, nodded. "Just follo

smiled, takin

here?" she as

vious?" I

retty small. Most people li

in town?" I asked,

re like their priv

l tomorrow. If this town was as small as she implied, I wouldn't go unnoticed. With only one mor

lk to school. Lauren would already be at work, and Darren typically slept in until 11 a.m. or later. I crept out of my

one eye an incredibly light blue and the other a deep chocolate brown. My grandma rarely spoke of my father, but when she did, she mentioned he had the same

erself and Darren. I looked in the mirror and frowned, feeling like a walking abnormality. At my old school, I had friend

ar, I left the house and walked to school, following the girl's instructions. By the time I arrived, the parking

office, easily identifiable by a large sign hanging from the ceiling. A p

her a small smil

, rifling through papers.

and turning to leave. As I looked down at

on the floor with a thud, and the hallway quickly quieted. Looking up, I saw two very large, ve