The Alpha Twins' Elusive Mate novel Chapter 2

Fiona

The worry in Harry's gaze does a lot of things to my stomach, but mostly makes it warm and fuzzy.

He gently touches my cheek and stands up from his chair by my bedside. "You're finally awake. I'll go get you some medicine."

"Thank you," I tell him, even if I am very much confused at his behaviour. Wasn't he cold to me before?

I groan as I sit up in the bed. A pained gasp escapes me when I rest on my injured wrist by mistake. Usually, I would have healed up by now, but my blood loss must have hindered my healing ability somehow. I sigh.

Harry steps back into the room, a steaming bowl in his hand. I instantly recoil from the smell of the broth "What is that?" I ask, putting an arm around my nose.

He smiles, exposing his dimples. "It smells really bad, I know, but it'll get you up on your feet far faster than human drugs." He walks over to my bedside table and places the bowl on it. His eyes find mine as he straightens, and there's no trace of the distant person he normally is around me.

"Drink up," he abruptly says, breaking the awkward silence.

I pick up the bowl, swallowing hard. "How's Alice?"

Harry is silent for a moment, and I almost think he's about to withdraw. I'm mentally slapping myself when he finally speaks. "She's fine, all better now. Thanks to you."

I nod. "I'm glad." However, I can't stop myself from asking, "Why aren't you with her? You never seem to like my presence that much."

He raises a brow, as the side of his lip quirks up. "What gave you that impression?"

Maybe the fact that you never look at me like a decent person? "It's just strange, seeing you here." I look into the bowl and instantly regret it. It's full of a green steaming liquid and has brown leaves of some sort shredded in it.

I squeeze my eyes shut and drink everything in one go, despite the heat. The bitter concoction runs down my tongue, disorienting my senses for a moment. My throat warms in response, and tingles spread all over my body. I return the bowl to him.

"Wow," is all I can say.

"I told you it's effective." He drinks what's left of the pungent broth like it's simply water. He turns around, about to leave, when he says, "And I care about you, Fiona, even if you don't believe it."

He exits the room.

How did he even know where my room was to rake me? After asking myself that I roll my eyes into my head. Of course, he's the Veratis Alpha, he most likely has access to anywhere within the pack.

I can't stay here longer, though. I've done what I was needed for, and it's time to leave before my identity is compromised.

Once the wound on my wrist stops throbbing, I get out of my bed and pack my few belongings into my backpack. I never planned to stay long, so I didn’t pack much when I left home.

My mating ceremony will start in a few hours, and by werewolf tradition, whoever my fated mate is will sniff me out until I'm found. It would be a disaster if my mate found me here, because my cover would no doubt be blown. My family would never ake me seriously if after everything I had set out to accomplish, I was tied down by some random wolf in a mating bond.

I rub my hand across my forehead, trying to soothe the sudden itch.

But anything to get out of here fast.

"What do you want with my blood?" I ask. It can't be anything good.

Alice smiles a little. "Look. My mating ceremony is in a few hours, and everything has to go as planned. Harry is mine, and it needs to stay that way." She looks pointedly at me. "I see how you look at him."

I ignore her last statement. "Fine, have a happy life with him. What do you need me for?"

"Everyone in this pack already belives that I'm the next Luna, but if this ceremony doesn’t go as planned, everything will be ruined. You have a totem on your forehead, and I'm not going to act like an idiot and pretend I don't know what that means." She pulls out a pocket knife from the back pocket of her jean. Her finger flicks it open. The silver blade gleams in the light.

"It's because of you that I got this ugly mark on my head, just so that Harry would shut up about you. Just my luck that after the incident he couldn't remember how you even looked like.

"There is a chance Harry will be attracted to your scent during the ceremony. And I need to kill that chance. Let me have some of your blood so that Harry can't resist me, and then you can leave. If you don't, I'll just drain it out of you, and no one would even care."

She says it so easily, but there is one problem; I'm not fully healed, if I give out any more of my blood, I may not be able to survive it.

I could die.

So there we stand, two women brought together by a funny twist of fate. One willing to kill the other to be with a man, and another willing to do almost anything to be with the same man.