Mated for the twin alphas episode 29

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💙CHAPTER 29💙.

“Your father is here.” Lydia rushes her words from her mouth and my heart nearly stopped.

What she was saying made no sense to my mind.My father_I didn’t have a father.I had Charles and a sp×rm donor.A father was a foreign concept only lucky kids were able to fully experience.I was not one of the lucky kids.

“Father?” I found myself repeating the word confusion soaking each other.

“Your Father.”Lydia spat.Anger forming in her crystal eyes.”The social worker managed to track him down.”

“The social worker.” I nodded fully not fully processing the conversation.

I still couldn’t get passes the word ‘father’.It simply wasn’t possible,Wasn’t fathomable.

“Get down here.”.Lydia snapped .”He wants to speak with you.”

Was that Jealousy in her tone.Why would Lydia be Jealous.

I trudged downstairs, completely ignoring the fact that I was still in my Pajama’s.My busted and swollen face hadn’t even registered in my mind.I had spent so many years as a child imagining my father sweeping into my life and stealing me away.We would live in a big house together and I’d finally be happy. I imagined him in so many different ways.

Strong and handsome working as a secret agent or International spy.His job was the reason why he left my mom.My child sort mind was giving me excuses for his behavior.It took muscles of long time to realize people didn’t care.They didn’t care about their spouses, family or children.In the end you need to look out for yourself,Relying on anyone else was was a broken heart. waiting to happen.

I had spent too many days crying for my father, begging the invisible man in the sky to bring him home.

My eyes locked instantly on the foreign man standing in the living room.My Father_sp×rm_Donor.

His eyes were just like my own.One so blue it also looked almost white, one chocolate brown.His dark hair was the same as my own cropped close to his head.I could clearly see the similarities between us.

I used to love the fact that I looked like my father and now I hated it.I resisted the urge to cringe as his piercing gaze met mine.Did I look at people like that.With the wide and startling gaze.The contrast of the deep brown and light blue was violet.Making his eyes be the center of attention.

My Father_sp×rm_donor.was a built man extremely tall and wide.He looked muscular for his age and might even be called handsome.He wore a finely tailored suit.,Slate grey with blue accents.Full eyebrows and wide nose full l-ips and long lashes.I could see myself within him and my own self _hate begin to bubble and boil towards the surface.

“Anatalia.”My name left his l-ips, surprise w¡dening his eyes as he took in my mangled face.

Some child-like part of me wanted to run to his arms, cry in joy that my father had finally come back to me.

Well, it was too f–king late.

Too many nights spent crying in the dark, begging for him.Too many nights suffering at the hands of Charles and the cruel words of Lydia.He was too late for me, too late for my love , my admiration, my loyalty.

“Who are you?”I paused for a moment.I hadn’t even recognized my own voice.It sounded distant and foreign. Hidden pain and torment filled my words.

“I’m your father.” The stranger cleared his throat, running a hand over the dark stubble chin.”The Name is Franklins Wade Maddox.”

“Franklins.” I nodded Franklins I could deal with, a man claiming to be my father was out of the question.

Franklins paused, some conflicting emotions forming in his eyes.None of which I cared about to recognize.

“Anatalia, what hapenned to your face?”Franklins was good at hiding and controlling his emotions.Nothing leaked through his words, his eyes were another story entirely.They were lit with unspoken rage, enough to nearly cause a shiver run down my spine.

“I told you I tried to ask her.”Lydia frowned,her voice sounded pleading and somehow whiny.” She won’t tell me.”

My eyes darted to Lydia, hærdening at the sight of her.She was practically cooing for his attention Even with Charles feet away in the recliner.

“Anatalia , tell me.” he asked calmly but I could see anger flashing in his eyes. This man’s really good at controlling his emotions .

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“Anatalia, tell me.” Franklins insisted.

The anger that rushed through me was enough to snap me from my stupor.Not a chance in hell would I give this stranger whatever he wanted, No matter who he claimed to be.He was ruining my plans.Plans I was determined to follow through on no matter what.

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”I snarled.”Not a single one of you.”

“Anatalia _” Franklins opened his mouth but I silenced him with a wave of my hand.

“You do not need to speak to me Franklins.”I snarled his name, glee running through me as his eyes were w¡dening.

Pure, unfiltered rage ran through me.Rage spanning well over ten years.Every single time I cried for him ran through my head.Every single time I bragged about him to other kids.Each moment was debut in my mind,each filling me with more and more anger.The world around me vibrated and it took me a moment to realize I was quite literally shaking with rage.

Fear rolled through me and I attempted to control the torrent of anger.My vision tinged red and I tasted something burnt in my mouth.

Franklins Hesitated, some sort of unmet expectation forming in his eyes.He seemed much too gleeful, much too accepting of the anger I felt.It only pissed me off further.

The brick wall exploded in my mind demolished.The bricks crumbled into nothing.The cement disintegrated.Rebuilding the wall was useless, hopeless and futile.Something stirred in the back of my mind .Walking on the onslaught of rage I felt.

‘Finally’ the voice in my head shouted, sounding too gleeful.

I stepped forward to Franklins.The anger was becoming too much.It started as a fire comforting and warm.It quickly grew out of control consuming me and dousing me with gasoline . I wanted to end the source of my anger.FRANKLINS.

His eyes was w¡dened as I hobbled forward.

Two sets of knocks pounded on the thin screen door.A familiar voice pulled me from my rage.Somehow dousing the flames as if they had never existed.

“Anatalia.”Ethan’s deep voice called out.Alec stood next to him.Both sets of their dark and alluring eyes locked on me.The flames were gone. Vanishing.They no longer leaked against my skin egging me on.

The brick wall in my head was still in shambles.Unable to be repaired.The voice in my mind that had once been quiet was now much louder.Unable to be held back.

Franklins’s expectant look in his eyes faded, but their interest as they looked me over.

I hadn’t realized it yet yet but I was looking at the twins with both eyes.I somehow managed to open my swollen eye.It no longer throbbed in pain nor did my busted lip.My face felt fine painless even.Something had hapenned indeed.whether I chose to accept it or not.

I was torn by My miraculously appearing sp×rm donor and the twins stationed at the front door.Each looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the first move.

“This is too much.” I snapped under my breathe feeling much too exhausted for just waking up.

There is no way I planned on letting the twins in,side.or entertaining my sp×rm donor any longer. I’d simply retreat into my bedroom and pretend this entire day never hapenned.

Franklins and the twins would be long gone.

‘Let them in’ the voice in my head rang out as clear as a day.The voice was so close that I had to look around the room. wondering if someone else had come into the house.

‘I know you can hear me’ the voice in my head called out again , sounding exasperated.

“I’m going Crazy.” I mumbled under my breath. turning back on Franklins and the twins as I bounded up the stairs.

It was all too easy to listen to their conversation.The house was old and the walls were thin. All I had to do was peak my head from my bedroom to hear whispers of what they were saying.

“You left — Can’t take her now.”Lydia’s voice sounded angry, that same whining tone in her present words.

“My Firstborn— just like me.”Franklins replied his voice sounding annoyingly calm as ever.

I flopped down on my bed pulling the covers tight around me.I Squeezed my eyes shut praying for sleep to take me.Prayed for all this to be a horrible dream.My world had been flipped upside down in a matter of one day.

‘Anatalia.’ the voice in my head was soft and teasing.’You can talk to me y’know.’

“No I can’t” I shook my head.”Because that would only mean am crazy.”

‘You’re not Crazy’ that voice in my head chuckled. ‘I could explain but I don’t know if its my place to do that or not.’

‘The explanation is that am becoming mentally unhinged’ I snapped back’ only crazy people hear voices in their head.

‘Well crazy people are werewolves’ The voice responded in a calm tone as if this was a simple fact.

‘Yep,I’m going crazy’ I nodded ‘Goodbye now’.

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Sleep had finally managed to take me it was well into evening when I woke up.The bright sunlight was much more dim..A light knock sounded on my door. a strange smell flooded my nose.

The smell was stale perfume and something dull and spicy.I couldn’t place my fingers in it and I couldn’t remember smelling something like it before.

“Come in” I grunted sitting up on my bed with sleep crusted eyes.

Lydia came into my room timidly. and I realized this was the first time she had come to my room in three years. She never bothered to come get me for anything.Today was a day of firsts and hopefully lasts.

“Your father left a while ago.”Lydia murmured.” He’s going to be coming back soon.”

“Franklins.” I grimaced.”His name is Franklins, and why is he coming back.”

Lydia sat at the age of my bed and sighed..Yet First today.Lydia was sitting on my bed. she was looking at me warily. She glanced at my face and I realized I was looking at her through two clear eyes.

Slowly my hand reached up my face.I let my fingers graze on my swollen eye,surprised to find no pain.
I couldn’t feel the puffy skin that was once there.Everything was smooth and flat.I reminded to look myself at the mirror.

“Its not my stuff to say Anatalia.”Lydia frowned.”There’s some stuff he needs to talk to you about.”

“I have no interest in talking to him” I snapped.”or you.”

Lydia flinched at my words but I felt no guilt.Guilt couldn’t touch me when I planned to run away in just a few short days.I planned on working a double shift tomorrow giving me the entire day away from Lydia,Charles and now Franklins.This would be the last bit of money I needed for me to comfortably leave this town behind.Friday was close and now I was counting down seconds.

“I know ” Lydia nodded, not meeting my eyes.” You’ll find it hærd to say no to him.He can be persuasive.”

“Maybe for you.”I scoffed.”I on the other hand have no problem to say no.”

“You’ve always had his strength.”Lydia nodded to herself.”Certainly not mine.”

“I have my own strength.” I growled the sound was odd in my ears.Apparently Lydia thought the same.”I got my own strength from dealing with you and Charles for years.Not Franklins.”

Lydia sighed.”You’re right.Either way.He’s going to want to speak with you.You don’t have to give him a chance or let him into your heart.But try and listen to what he has to say.”

“I’m not making any promises.” I shrugged looking away.
.Lydia left silently and I trudged to the bathroom a few minutes later.

My jaw dropped as I looked into the bathroom door.

My swollen eye was healed completely.My busted lip was absent from my face.It was as though the event with Grace had never hapenned.All physical wounds were gone from my body, only the mental ones remained.

‘You’re welcome.’ the voice in my head chimed out smugly.

‘Quiet’ I growled.’You’re just a voice in my head.You didn’t do this.’

‘Then what did ,Anatalia.’The voice teased.’Enlighten me.’

‘Shut up’ I mumbled trudging back into my room.

I sat in silence and nibbled on a granola bar.Thankful the voice in my head became quiet
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