Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

As I made my way through the quiet, shadowy streets, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. There were a lot of things that were weighing on my chest, like what would happen to me? What would Sara do, she was strong. I knew that, but she was still alone.

And how scared a lonely person could get, I could understand that well. I once was that person.

The air was heavy, thick with tension, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking straight into a trap. But I had no choice. I needed answers, and Ryan was the only one who could give them to me.

When I reached the abandoned warehouse where we agreed to meet, I hesitated at the door. For a split second, doubt clawed at me. What if Sara was right? What

if this was all a setup? But I pushed the thought aside and stepped inside.

In the eerie silence, Ryan was present, standing near a broken window, his silhouette framed by the faint moonlight. He turned when he heard me approach, his expression guarded.

"You came," he said, his voice low, almost relieved.

"I didn't have much of a choice," I replied, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. "You said you had information."

"I definitely do." He said and moved toward me, and I unconsciously took a step back.

He noticed my behavior and raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I mean no harm. Trust me." he said.

"In our world trust is a luxury and a rare thing." I replied, keeping my eyes guarded.

"And one cannot have it without proving his worth." He said, and there was something in his eyes that made him different from his father.

We stood there in silence for a moment, and it was suffocating for me.

I cleared my throat and asked him what I really wanted.

"You said you wanted to tell me something." I said.

His expressions changed in a moment.

"Yes, I have something that I wanted to tell you. But," he trailed off, as if he was afraid to tell me.

"But what? You asked me to meet you so that you can tell me and now you are hesitating. I only came here to know more about white wolves. And now if you want to back out then it's better that I leave first." I snapped at him.

He was startled for a moment and said in a hurry. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. I do have information and I really want to help you but I am afraid."

I frowned, "Afraid? For what?"

"This is quite tricky. I need your help." He said in the end.

I looked straight into his eyes and said. "If I can, I will."

Ryan nodded and motioned for me to come closer. "It's worse than you think, Ella. My father, he's planning to kill you."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Why? What could I possibly have done to threaten him?"

"It's not what you've done," Ryan explained, his eyes dark with urgency. "It's what you are."

I blinked, confused. "Werewolf? Luna? The white wolf?"

Understanding dawned at me, when Ryan gave me a sad smile.

“He can't. He is alone and I have so many people behind me." I replied.

"He is not alone. He's working with a witch to make sure that you die. They've cast spells, set traps-anything to keep you and its influence away. But they also think that the best way for him to cule would be your death. So they want to kill you."

The room seemed to spin around me as the weight of his words sank in. This was beyond anything I could have imagined.

Alpha Rambo wanted to kill me because he felt threatened by my origin. He was one scaredy ass.

"He is afraid that you would reunite

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the whole pack and that means a challenge to his authority. He can't have that. He would never allow anyone to challenge him. He is a dictator and this was the reason why Sara was dragged to the cell." Ryan said.

His voice was hardened and his face was full of hatred. It was as if he hated that person a lot.

You can hate your parents, this was not a rare thing to me. Sometimes our parents are the reason for our trauma.

Trauma that stays in our heart, in our mind, in our life. For life.noveldrama

It is embedded deep in our heart and no matter how hard we try it is

somehow always there. And likel.ne?

shark I could smell trauma from miles away.

He hated his father, but that doesn't mean he was my friend.

This could all be a ruse, a trick to fool me.

I am no fool. I am a werewolf.

"And how can I trust you." I said as I looked straight into his eyes.