Identical Alpha Twins and Silver Shackles

Chapter 11

I slowly surfaced from one of the deepest sleeps I’ve ever had and was excited to inhale the same scent I’d fallen asleep to last night. I wanted to pick out all the details from that beachy, smoky, sweet smell but that isn’t what I encountered. I was still wrapped in a pair of strong arms and my face was still pressed against a soft cotton t-shirt on a hard wall of muscles but
the smell was completely different, similarly masculine but that was the only element that the scents had in common. The smell last night was smoky,sweet and tropical, this morning the smell was earthier, like wet grass in a forest. I felt like I was surrounded by trees dripping with dew. It was a deep, peaceful and calming aroma, I could lay still and inhale it all day and never get bored of the perfectly combined but complex elements I was experiencing. I sighed a few moments later as my body forced me to move with a sudden rather urgent
need to pee. I tried to sit up but my movement was too quick and I hit a solid bar of muscle in the shape of an arm. I laughed a little at myself as I flumped back on to my pillow.
“Sorry beautiful”
The gruff, sleepy voice chuckled above me, he moved and re-adjusted himself on the bed. As he moved I realised that what had been, for me, quite a large bed looked miniscule with him on it too, I giggled a little as I was starkly reminded of my sister Belle trying to fit her
Barbie doll on the bed of the doll house that belonged to her sylvanian families and got frustrated when the doll was too big. Having always avoided the twins at school and only really seeing them sat down at the hospital I don’t think I’d actually spent any time
appreciating or noticing how tall they were. I had always been small, normally the smallest in the room at barely 5ft tall but the twins had to easily be 6’ 6/ 6' 7, Rogan’s feet, which were currently dangling off the end of the hospital bed looking illegally long. I pushed myself into a sitting position and properly looked at the semi giant lying beside me. He was smiling this
morning, properly smiling, instead of his normal bored smirk.
“Did you sleep ok? Little one?”
He looked genuinely curious and I could only nod feeling suddenly starstruck, we’d gone to the same school for almost 12 years and obviously they were our pack Alphas but something about today, it was like I was seeing him properly for the first time and despite
myself I liked what I saw. I got off the bed trying to subtly give my head a little shake, I had enough going on without developing a crush at the same time. I felt shaky as I crossed the room and couldn’t seem to break eye contact with Rogan as his eyes followed my progress to the bathroom, he chuckled softly and confidently as he winked at me. I pulled the ensuite
bathroom door open as I tried to focus on what I was doing but his little laugh had completely distracted me and the door hit my forehead as I tried to walk into the bathroom. I rapidly closed the door to hide my embarrassment but I could hear his badly concealed laughter from the other room. I had always prided myself on not being one of the people in school
who drooled over the twins, or dressed-up for them or any of the other things the girls and some of the boys did to try to get their attention but here I was nearly giving myself a concussion because Rogan winked at me. I finished up in the bathroom taking extra time to
wash my face and brush my teeth in the hope that there might be a doctor or someone else, literally anyone else in the room with us so I didn’t have to face the inevitable teasing I was likely to receive for making a fool of myself. While I was hiding, Doctor Witstock, Dr Coupson, Rio and two women had entered the room.
I could tell from looking at her that one of the women was the twins' mum, a theory confirmed a second later when she hugged and kissed Doctor Wittstock. Rio had told me the previous day that his dads name was Marcus and that I should call his mum Lissa if I wanted her to like me. The older woman was introduced as Marie and there seemed to be a sort of tension
or excitement that the others held towards her but I wasn’t quite sure what that was about and decided for now not to ask. The twins explained to me as I sat back on the bed that their mum was also a doctor but she was currently working on speciality medicine, mainly
teenage eating disorders and their recovery processes. They explained that she was working on a strategy to help train my stomach and hopefully help me eat more over time as long as the ‘process’ they were going to try succeeded, I smiled hesitantly at her and she
nodded back. They all took turns explaining different aspects of what they were going to do and how they planned to release me from the shackles and corset. There were a lot of very intricate details involved but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t telling me
something. In the beginning I’d all but been declared a hopeless case but then magic was mentioned and everything suddenly seemed to start moving ahead but now it felt like everyone was avoiding anything that sounded remotely magic related but I couldn’t figure
out what had changed. The doctors all sounded confident in their plan and they promised to
do all in their power to help and hopefully heal me, all I had to do was trust them and do what they asked of me, I nodded still feeling like they were keeping secrets but honestly I would give anything to be free from my restraints and if that meant that almost strangers
kept some things from me then I could live with it.
They explained that I would spend two days having my blood run through dialysis, it would clean out the wolfsbane but it would do it slowly so they could monitor any changes in my health or any reactions I might have, I would also have intravenous antibiotics as a precautionary treatment to any infections that could get into the open wounds. Once they had conducted the ‘procedures’ for my arms,legs and waist I would be put on a course of strong painkillers, bedrest and infection watch. If my healing proceeded as they hoped it would then Lissa could start me on her feeding regime, small meals every two hours and
regular gas treatments to help grow my stomach space and inflate my intestines to slowly increase my capacity for food. Everything sounded well thought out and I was eager to see it all succeed, the only details I was missing was the ‘how’ behind the removing of my
constraints but no-one seemed very forthcoming with that piece of information. The other mystery was Marie, the twin’s grandma, who they didn’t seem to have much of a relationship with but both appeared very excited to be around her and talk to her, when I did broach the subject I was only told that she had volunteered to help and carried her own set of abilities
for dealing with the unusual.