We had been sitting here for around two hours, the doctor decided to run some extra tests, so we are still sitting here. The twins whose names I still don’t know have me sandwiched in between them for those two hours and the king stays back in the corner. He’s looking at me like I’m a very complicated puzzle and it’s kind of making me nervous. Slowly he stands and walks over to me watching my every move. The twins had left to get food only a few minutes before so it was just me and him. I watch his every move almost as close as he’s watching mine. Every move he makes I watch to make sure there is still a good sized gap between us. Finally after what feels like eternity he stands next to my bed. I wait for him to move or say something but he just stands there. Suddenly his hard jerks forward, I flinch waiting for the contact but freeze when I feel cool air hit my chest. My shirt lay in shreds around me. His face was red with rage and I raised my hands to cover my head out of reflex. A growl bursts out of his throat causing me to look at him, his eyes are zeroed in on my stomach and the criss cross of scars that lay there. It looks like someone was trying to draw a picture, on my stomach, using a knife. I keep my eyes lowered to the floor out of both respect and fear and slowly lower my arms to cover my scars moving at a snail’s pace not wanting to displease the king. He sighs heavily showing he has gained control of his wolf and pulls a duffle bag from underneath the white hospital bed they put me on. He hands me a males tee shirt which is two sizes to big but smells like my mates so I gladly take it. The king clears his throat meaning he wants me to look up and when I see his eyes they are full of pity and kindness not the anger and hatred I usually see. My head starts to throb and the king returns to his chair in the corner with no excuse for what he did or if he will tell the twins. I notice his eyes stay locked on me and he notices when I reach up to rub my temples. He stands and calmly walks over to one of the machines and pushes a button like he didn’t just see part of my dark secret. The one thing I never wanted anyone else to know about. I knew as soon as my mates found out they would reject me, my thought pattern is cut short as the door is slammed open and my eyes start to drop. Whatever the king put in my system is taking effect, as I am no longer able to hold open my eyes I feel the sparks race around my body signaling my mates are back. I smile as I give into the sweet darkness where nothing can hurt me.
I know it's not a lot but it's better than nothing. I will try to update again this weekend but I might not be able to . So heres the deal guys Since I am rewriting this story I need new votes and comments since when I deleted the other part it also got rid of my votes and comments. So we need to bring thoes back. Also I need to know what you think. Some of you are really good about when you comment you tell me what you think will happen, or how you feel about people. Tell me because I use thoes ideas. I have an idea of where I want this story to go but I don't know the little details. If I use your idea I will dedicate that chapter to you but I can't do that unless you tell me. Thanks guys and keep reading. Hopefully you will like the Twins better in this version then in the last.
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WerewolfMia Kingston has been alone for as long as she can remember. Her parents died when she was born and from then on out she was just a meal ticket or a punching bag. The only bright light is that she is smart. Smart enough to go to one of the hardest h...