Alone

Chapter 7

*Jacob's Crib*

*Jacob's POV*

For the first time in a long time, I feel well-rested when I wake up. I don't immediately open my eyes, savoring the feeling of the bedsheets under me.

Wait...

Bedsheets?

My eyes shoot open. I think I'm in a hospital? I look around and see a bunch of machines beeping and displaying things I didn't understand. I'm wearing a hospital gown, at least I think that's what that is called.

The most shocking thing comes when I look to my right. Two gorgeous men are sleeping, heads resting against each other. I feel something stir inside me and for some reason, I whisper, "Mates..."

What is a mate? And why did I speak?! I haven't spoken in years and two strangers convinced me to speak without even doing anything.

I look back at the men. They are extremely good looking. Their skin is a beautiful, slightly tanned shade and their black hair makes me want to run my fingers through it. I wouldn't mind them beating me, at least I'll have something to look at.

Oh, shit. Beating. I'm gone from my pack. There's no one there to make food or clean the house. They're gonna KILL me when I get back. I've gotta go.

I throw off my blankets and turn my legs over the side of the bed. Quietly, so as not to wake the men sleeping next to me, I tear the little needle in my hand out. I'm about to book it to the door when the machines start blaring. Crap. The men wake up, big brown eyes showing their confusion.

Before they have a chance to grab me, I bolt out the door. I haven't run in forever, and my recent injuries really hurt, but I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I run into the forest, trying to get to my pack. But where am I? Where are they?

I wish I could change into my wolf, Kyle. I haven't talked to him since I turned 12, the age when boys get their wolf. He had just shown up when Alpha Henry discovered him. Alpha Henry then forced me to drink this awful medicine that made him go dormant. I know he's still alive, if he was dead I'd have died too, but I don't know when or if I'll ever get to talk to him again.

I walk deeper into the forest, getting colder and more frightened by the moment. Every noise, every gust of wind makes me afraid someone is about to attack.

Eventually, I stumble upon a clearing with a small lake. The water shimmers under the moonlight, and for a moment, I just enjoy being outside for the first time in a long time.

Then there's a crack behind me. Another one. Someone's here.

I dart behind a large rock, knowing it's going to do nothing to protect me but having no other option. I hear male voices shouting, first quiet, but getting louder and louder.

One of the men from my hospital room bursts into the clearing and looks immediately at my rock. As the other man comes through the woods, the first one runs to me and picks me up like I weigh nothing. Hottie 1, that's my new name for the guy carrying me, looks like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders upon finding me. As he touches me, sparks flow through me and I almost gasp. Weird.

He walks back into the forest, presumably taking me back to that hospital. He gives me a look of sadness that makes me regret everything remotely negative that I've ever done. I don't like it when Hottie 1 is sad. "Why did you run from us, Love? Did we do something to scare you?" I shake my head.

Hottie 2 catches up to us, giving me the same look as Hottie 1. "What's your name, Sweetheart?" My name? I don't really remember. I mean, I technically have tons of names. Cunt, Idiot, Moron, Asshole, Bitch, Fa**ot, and many more I can't remember, although I understand that's not what these people meant. I think my name is... Jacob. Yeah, that sounds about right. Jacob... Rose. My name is Jacob Rose. My mouth curls into a small smile. My name is Jacob Rose.

Hottie 1 taps me lightly, looking a little amused. Good, he looks better when he's smiling. "What's so funny, Love? We'd love to know our mate's name." There's that mate thing again. What is a mate, and why do they think that I am theirs? Will they start to torture me when they figure out that I'm just a dirty Omega? My smile disappears. Despite the fact that being in Hottie 1's arms feels really good, I know they're gonna hurt me eventually.

Instead of giving Hottie 1 a response, I sink into myself. I haven't talked for over a full year, not counting when I first encountered the hotties, and I don't plan on starting today. The Hotties lose their smiles and stop talking.

When we get back to what I assume is their packhouse, they don't take me to the hospital as I expected. They carry me up some stairs and into a bedroom. I think they believe I'm important or something because this room is magnificent. It was way too big for a screw-up like me.

Hottie 1 puts me on the bed, and I just sit there awkwardly. I make sure not to look Hottie 1 in the eye in case he gets mad and tries to hit me. Weirdly, he doesn't let me. He puts his hand under my chin and forces me to look at him, giving me more sparks.

"Why won't you speak to us?" Goddess his voice sounds so good. I shrug in response. How can I answer when I can't speak.

Hottie 2 sits on the bed in front of me, Hottie 1 does the same. Before I can understand what they're doing, they simultaneously pick me up and put me in between them like it's a Hottie sandwich. I'm sitting on Hottie 1's lap, facing Hottie 2, and they're hugging me really tight making the sparks go nuts. They each bury their face into both sides of my neck and smell my scent. I start to struggle. what is happening? Why does this feel so good? One of them puts his hand on the back of my head, silently asking me to calm down. For some reason, I do. I relax onto Hottie 2's neck, and we just sit like that for a while.

We sit in silence for Goddess knows how long when Hottie 1 speaks. "I'm Damien Black."

"Ryder Black" Hottie 2 chimes in.

Twins. That explains why they both look exactly amazing.

I stay silent, picturing their names in my head. A weird, happiness-like emotion runs through me upon hearing their names. I can't understand why I feel so happy in their arms, but I do.

Before I can think to stop myself, I forget the biggest rule I've ever learned. I speak.

"J-Jacob. My name is Jacob R-ose."

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Hey!

I kind of really like this chapter. Mate bonding is cute.

Also, I'm sure the Hottie brothers would LOVE to learn their mate's nickname for them. And Jacob spoke! That is also a thing that happened!

I'm really appreciative of anyone who takes time out of their day to read my story/Author's Notes. Thanks for making me feel good :)

Don't forget to leave a comment about your thoughts on the story, and I'll see you all tomorrow!