The Silver Moon Alpha's Mate

2. Wait, what?

All hell broke loose. The woman from before began shouting, and so did the soon-to-be Beta. The Luna began trying to calm everyone. The Alpha and his son shouted, using their Alpha tones. I felt electricity in the air as I glanced at the Alpha’s son. He was looking at me with a carefully blank expression. I glared at him and he smirked.

The Beta’s son was looking me over carefully, coming to a decision. After the Alpha ordered silence, the Beta’s son slowly stood. He didn’t move, just stood there, in front of his chair. “She can’t be Jasmine, Mom,” he said. It was directed at his mother, but he was still looking at me.

The woman next to me turned towards me and asked, “Is your name Jasmine?” At my nod, she continued, “Who are your parents?”

I glared at her and said, “My parents are dead, lady.”

She smiled in relief and whispered, “No they aren’t. We are your parents.” She gestured to the man who pistol whipped me. I glared at him and he looked away from me.

“That’s your twin brother Jasper,” she said, pointing to the guy with black hair. I suddenly realized that I did look like these people: same black hair, same grey eyes, and the son and I looked the most alike.

I shook my head and whispered, “Impossible. My parents are dead. I watched both of them die. I saw it with my own eyes!” I turned and looked at the woman next to me. “You’re a liar. If you think this is funny, you are terribly wrong. If this is a joke, this is awful.” My voice rose with each word.

I glared at the woman and she smiled and shook her head. “No,” she said. “You were taken away when you were two. We couldn’t find you, but you found us. I knew you would.”

At my disbelieving look, she tried, “Think back. Werewolves have incredible memory. Think back to when you were two.”

She was right. Werewolves did have incredible memory. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I was two. The only memory that stood out was me playing in an unfamiliar house, next to an unfamiliar boy. A woman came in, and lovingly kissed the tops of our heads. She looked like the woman standing in front of me, only younger and more relaxed.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. She nodded and hugged me again. I slowly hugged her too. I saw the boy, Jasper the twin, stand up and come over. “Mom,” he said darkly.

She pulled away and looked at her son. “Yes?” she answered quietly, wiping away a tear.

“What if she doesn’t have the birthmark?” he questioned quietly. By his tone, I wondered if this sister of his-me-was just as important to him as his mother is.

They both turned to look at me. I looked down at my arm. I slowly rolled the sleeve up, revealing scars and, finally, a birthmark on my upper arm. The woman gasped and started crying, wrapping me in a hug once again. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and, without meaning to, I began crying. And once I started, I couldn’t stop.

After we both calmed down, she took a seat next to the Alpha Female and had me sit next to her. As I sat down, I felt a strange pull toward that other boy. I could smell his scent over all the others. He smelled like cinnamon and pine.

My inner wolf said, Yummy! He smells great.

I thought sarcastically, oh, so now you talk?

Don’t make me regret it!

Why would I do that?

Just go over there! He smells like heaven!

Hell no! He’s the future Alpha Male!

I can hear his wolf howling for us!

I ignored the rest of what she said. She tried to get me to go over to him, but I managed to refuse. I did want to go over to him. But I didn’t want to just go over to him. My mind was suddenly flooded with dirty thoughts and I pushed them away, managing to barely catch what they were saying.