Haven was an alphas daughter. Although she thought she was just an ordinary girl, her father always told her she was destined for greatness. When news of a great pack invading reached her, Haven couldn't believe her ears. She quickly left her pack work, and went out to fight off the intruders. She prepared for a war, but what she got was much worse. Well, at least to her. Having one mate is hard enough, and an alpha at is one of the hardest. Imagine having two alpha mates. That's what the one girl who didn't want one mate, got. Is it double trouble or just more fun? • "I have twin mates?" I asked out loud, shit this was confusing. "Yes, baby girl." Kiran whispered softly in my ear. I hadn't even noticed him lean forward. "But I'm not a twin." I asked, voicing my confusion, I'm not a twin. Am I? I don't think I am. Wait, yesterday, my mate. He was alpha. Oh shit. "We're alphas honey. We only need one, and that one is you." • Best ranking: #1 in Werewolf 12/06/2018 #1 in twins 12/06/2018

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION