Twin Alphas (Editing)

Chapter 1

In the past 50 years, mates weren't really heard of anymore. They're mainly just old fairy tales you're told when you're younger. Nowadays, guys are the ones who pick and choose their mates, marking them and living out their lives together.

I am in the Black Moon pack living life as a normal wolf. I'm not an alpha or beta's daughter, a secret warrior, or a white wolf that's magical. I'm just a simple black wolf.

I have a brother named Jason, and a sister named Cayley. Both are unmated; mostly because Cayley gets around and Jason wants the perfect mate, even though he's been dating the beta's daughter for four years now.

The alphas of the Black Moon pack are Damon and Dravon. They're twins ― identical down to the dimples on their cheeks. They're easy to tell apart, seeing as Damon is rough and ruthless while Dravon is loving and caring. The only thing they have in common is the fact that they like to share their women.

We all live in the pack house that houses all the members that are between 16-22. Our parents have houses of their own, surrounding the pack house. Basically, it's just us kids that live there once we shift. Its suppose to encourage control and make sure we all grow comfortable enough with each other to become one pack. Of course, egos, and drama get in between a lot of people but living with someone and seeing them everyday tends to squash a lot of the problems people have.

I was walking through the woods, when two large black wolves came out from behind a tree, startling me. They always hated when I walked in the woods by myself as if we didn't have an army of wolves patrolling the outer area. These woods are completely safe but that doesn't stop them from trying to make sure I don't step foot inside.

They both shifted, coming out from behind a tree in their basketball shorts getting ready to yell in 3...2....1.

"We told you to stay out of here. It's dangerous and we don't need you walking around with no help," Damon yelled looking around as if he's going to magically find what dangers lurk in the woods.

"I can take care of myself, I fight better than half the guys in this pack," I said back rolling my eyes before Dravon cut in.

"We understand that, we just don't want you to get hurt," he said softly.

"We are your alphas and you will listen when we tell you not to do something." Damon glared at me while pointing in the direction of the pack house wanting me to start walking.

"You two won't let me run with you and I don't have any friends to run with. I'm constantly locked inside the house. I need my freedom I should be able to run in the woods without any consequences like everyone else." I said crossing my arms stomping away like a child who just got scolded.

"We don't lock you inside the house you choose to lock yourself away. All we ask is you stay out of the woods and away from the border." Damon growled out as they followed closely behind me. He never was one to allow any back talk and the more I defied him the more agitated he got.

"I don't see what the big deal is. I can take care of myself."

"We understand that, but rogues could slip by at any moment. We just want you safe, you mean a lot to the both of us and if you were hurt, we wouldn't be able to live with ourselves," Dravon told me grabbing my hand leading me back to the pack house and into my own personal prison.

"I'm not a little girl," I said pulling my arm away as soon as we walked into the house and making my way up the stairs.

I couldn't really explain my relationship with Damon and Dravon.

It started when we were younger I was always outspoken and always asking questions which being a woman in this pack means you were nothing. You were to sit there and look pretty and hope that one day your special enough to catch some one's eye. They had the respect of everyone around them because we all knew who they were going to be. I never cared about there status and it always got me in trouble. The amount of times I would get in fights with Damon and Dravon would come to the rescue breaking us up is ridiculous.

As much as I hate to admit it they were always there for me. I didn't have the best childhood and neither did they. We always bonded over the fact that we had to grow up way to soon and didn't get enough time being crazy children.

It makes it even harder that I fell in love with them but admitting that to them would be even worse. They flirt, and we have this back and forth play that makes it seem like more but I'm not anything like the girls they've been with before.

The bottle blondes with the body and attitude to match is completely different from me. I was never one to fight over someone and the fact that I would be doing just that makes it hard to even push something more with the boys.

There getting older and the thought of them settling down with someone other than me makes it all the difficult to let this banter go on without thinking about the future.

I loved them. It was inevitable, like no matter how many times I sat in my room and thought about just how bad of an idea this all is, what a bad match we are, and what insensitive asses they could be, I couldn't shake them. So, every time I thought about the fact that they don't think of me anything more than a friend made me want to do one of two things. Hold them so tight they couldn't leave me ever again, or let them come to me, fight for me just once.