Semua Bab Claimed By The Alpha Twins: Bab 1 - Bab 6

SARA: The air smells of burnt wood, iron, and snapped bones.I don’t freeze. If I freeze, I die, or worse, I get stuck here forever. While Mom’s wolf lunges at the rogue in our living room, tearing into its neck with a wet, heavy crunch, I dive for my bed. My hands grab the leather straps of my hidden duffel bag from beneath the floorboards.I throw open the back window. The cool night air hits my face, but so does the stench of war. Down in the courtyard, two shadows tear through the fray with lethal precision.Kyle’s golden fur is painted crimson as he rips through an attacker’s throat, a vicious, breathless growl tearing from his chest. Right beside him, Zayne, a pitch-black shadow of pure death, snaps a wolf’s spine with a sickening crack. They aren’t the boys who teased me or stood guard over me. They are monsters. Alpha blood born for execution. Run.I leap from the window, landing heavily on the damp grass. Staying low, I use the chaos to my advantage. While the pack is focus

SARA: I don’t sleep. The police officers’ words ring in my ears like a continuous alarm. Shoot on sight. Stop their breeding.I spend the entire night sitting on the edge of my mattress, staring at the muted neon lights leaking through my window blinds. My hands tremble as I scroll through job boards on my phone, searching for low-profile openings in cities three states over. I need a plan. I need a deposit for a new studio, a fresh forged ID, and a new job before I vanish again. Running blindly without a safety net is how you get caught, or worse, end up dead.By 5:00 AM, I’ve mapped out a target city and saved three potential apartment listings. One more pay check, I tell myself, wiping my bleary eyes as I lace up my boots. Just hold on for two more weeks, get paid, and slide away like a shadow.The morning air is crisp and bitter, but stepping into the warm, roasting-coffee scent of the cafe instantly grounds me. I put on my apron, tie my hair back, and lock into my routine. Wipe

SARA: My heart thammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, each beat echoing loud and frantic in my ears. I am sandwiched between Zayne and Kyle in the back of the blacked out SUV, my body locked in a agonizing war against itself.Every time the vehicle sways, my shoulder brushes Zayne’s solid arm, or Kyle’s knee presses against mine. Sparks of overwhelming heat shoot through my veins, threatening to dissolve my panic into helpless surrender. The dual mate bond isn't just a faint pull, it’s an electric current sizzling beneath my skin, demanding that I lean into them, that I seek comfort in the very men who just dragged me from my life.Fight it, I scream at myself, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands until the sharp pain grounds me. You are half-human. You don't belong to them."Stop fighting it, Sara," Kyle’s smooth, low voice murmurs beside me. He isn't smirking anymore. His golden eyes wander over my trembling form, a dark, ravenous possessiveness gleaming in thei