The Alpha's Twins

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One Month Later

I woke up to find myself in a chair next to Valentina's bed, I've never left her side nor have I eaten unless a maid came in to force me to drink some human blood from time to time. She looks the same as when it happened, and my father keeps coming in to tell me we've done everything but I refuse to believe that. I can still feel her fighting death and I wasn't going to give up on her.

"Well well well. Look who's getting soft." Apollo chuckles from behind the door and finally opening the door after I ignore his snarky comment. He pulls in a chair and folds his hand as if he's getting down to business with an attorney. The more time he's here the more my Wolf feels the need to be protective and irritated. Today is the day I'll get to feel my pup's heart beat for the first time since the heart has been developing for a while. I'm not excited, I'm crossing my fingers that what my father says is false.

The door opens and my Father's face pops up. None of them haven't came in to see her and now they decide to.

"Son, take some time to shower. I'll watch her, I won't let Apollo touch her." His voice is soothing, but he can't fool me like he used to.

"And what makes you think I can trust you." I observe him for any twitch of guilt or another sign of weakness, but my Father is strategic and so he gave me a poker face.

"What will I gain from hurting your mate? Myself of course." I'm shocked by his unexpected answer. He'd eusually ignore me and force me to do whatever order and I'll eventually let up.

"I see now that you care about her. So I won't hurt her. An Alpha's oath." He places his hand on his chest and stares at me with blank eyes. I'll never know if he's telling the truth but he is right. I need to drink more blood and shower.

"Fine." I say after thoughts stopped rushing. I leave the room quickly before I could change my mind. Something in me says something is wrong about all of this but I go with it. I turn on the shower and turn it all the way and then turn it back down, deciding to take a cold shower instead. I wipe off the blood caked on my mouth from the blood I drank and never wiped off. I sit there in the tub and stare at the white tile wall. I didn't know what else to do for Valentina, the only thing possible is to stay by her and wait but I have always been impatient ever since I was a little kid.

I didn't love her, but the thought of losing her makes my insides burn like the flames of hell decided to give birth inside me. So where did that leave us? I told myself centuries ago that I wouldn't be like this ever again in anyone's lifetime, but here I am again with another woman but this time she's my mate and supposedly is bearing my child.

She's still alive, her heartbeat is there still but weak and low but it's alive. The more sick and the bigger her resemblance to death is I start to miss her appearance. Her curvy, hourglass shaped body, her athletic calves, her curly hair that fell just beneath the middle of her back, her nutmeg eyes, and her pink lips that shined. Everything about her fascinated me and I regret doing what I did. My life has never had regret in it, I've always been precise and confident that every decision is the perfect one. Now, fuck that I can't even make a decision that has some logic in it.

I rub the rest of grime off my skin and step out of the shower. I shake the excess water and wipe off the rest with a towel. I pull on a white vest and black shorts with black socks. I finger through my hair with little effort and head to the butcher for my blood. I didn't realize I was so hungry until I started smelling the humans. Centuries ago, I was more of the bloodthirsty one compared to my brother. When we were younger hybrids, we used to kill together and move from town to town but it had to stop because people started to figure it out. Apollo killed and then severed their body parts, and I usually burn them and pull out their insides.