My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 24

I was torn between my miraculously appearing sperm donor and the twins stationed at the front door. Each looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the first move.

"This is too much," I muttered under my breath, feeling exhausted despite having just woken up.

There was no way I planned on letting the twins inside or entertaining my sperm donor any longer. I’d simply retreat back to my bedroom and pretend this entire day never happened. Sebastian and the twins would hopefully be long gone.

‘Let them in,’ the voice in my head rang out clear as day. It was so close that I looked around the room, wondering if someone else had come into the house. ‘I know you can hear me,’ the voice called out again, sounding exasperated.

"I'm going crazy," I mumbled, turning my back on Sebastian and the twins as I bounded up the stairs.

It was all too easy to listen in on their conversation. The house was old, and the walls were thin. All I had to do was peek my head from my bedroom to hear whispers of what they were saying.

"You left. You can't take her now," Lauren’s voice sounded angry, that same whining tone present in her words.

"My firstborn—just like me," Sebastian replied in his annoyingly calm voice.

I flopped down on my bed, pulling the covers tight around me. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for sleep, prayed for all of this to be a horrible dream. My world had been flipped upside down in a matter of one day.

‘Sophia,’ the voice in my head was soft and teasing, ‘You can talk to me, you know.’

‘No, I can’t,’ I shook my head, ‘because that would mean I’m actually crazy.’

‘You’re not crazy,’ the voice chuckled, ‘I could explain, but I don’t know if it’s my place to do that or not.’

‘The explanation is that I’m clearly becoming mentally unhinged,’ I snapped back, ‘Only crazy people hear voices in their head.’

‘Well, crazy people and werewolves,’ the voice responded calmly, as if stating a simple fact.

‘Yep. I’m going crazy,’ I nodded, ‘Goodbye now.’

Sleep finally took me. I knew it was well into the evening when I woke up again. The bright sunlight had dimmed, the sky darkening into deep hues of blue and orange. A light knock sounded on my door, and a strange smell filled my nose.

The smell was of stale perfume and something dull and spicy. I couldn’t place it, and I couldn’t remember ever smelling something like it before.

"Come in," I grunted, sitting up from the bed with sleep-crusted eyes.

Lauren came into my room timidly, and I realized this was the first time she had come into my room in three years. She had never bothered coming to get me for anything. Today was a day of firsts, and hopefully lasts.

"Your father left a while ago," Lauren murmured. "He's coming back soon."

"Sebastian," I grimaced. "His name is Sebastian. Why is he coming back?"

Lauren sat on the end of my bed and sighed, looking truly defeated. Another first: Lauren sitting on my bed. She glanced at my face warily, and I noticed I was looking at her through two clear eyes. Slowly, I reached up to my face. I let my fingers graze over my swollen eye, surprised to find no pain. The puffy skin was gone. Everything felt smooth and flat. I reminded myself to look in the mirror as soon as I could.

"It's not my place to say, Sophia," Lauren frowned. "There's just some stuff he needs to talk to you about."

"I have no interest in talking to him," I snapped. "Or you."

Lauren flinched at my words, but I felt no guilt. Guilt couldn’t touch me when I planned to run away in just a few short days. I planned on working a double shift tomorrow, giving me the entire day away from Lauren, Darren, and now Sebastian. This would be the last bit of money I needed to comfortably leave this town behind. Friday was so close, and I was counting down the seconds.

"I know." Lauren nodded, not meeting my eyes. "You'll find it hard to say no to him. He can be very persuasive."

"Maybe for you," I scoffed. "I, on the other hand, have no problem saying no."

"You've always had his strength," Lauren nodded to herself. "Certainly not mine."

"I have my own strength," I growled, the sound odd in my ears. Apparently, Lauren thought the same. "I got my strength from dealing with you and Darren for years, not from Sebastian."

"You're right. Either way, he's going to want to speak with you. You don’t have to give him a chance or let him into your heart, but try and listen to what he has to say."

"I'm not making any promises," I shrugged, looking away.

Lauren left silently, and I trudged to the bathroom a few minutes later. My jaw dropped as I looked into the mirror.

My swollen eye was completely healed, my busted lip absent from my face. It was as though the event with Jessy had never happened. All physical wounds were gone from my body; only the mental ones remained.

‘You’re welcome,’ the voice in my head chimed smugly.

‘Quiet,’ I growled. ‘You’re just a voice in my head. You didn’t do this.’

‘Then what did, Sophia?’ the voice teased. ‘Enlighten me.’

I paused for a moment, thinking over the possibilities. Realistically, there were none. Things like this didn’t happen to normal people. Then again, normal people didn’t hear voices in their head either.

‘Shut up,’ I mumbled, trudging back into my room.

I sat in the silence and nibbled on a granola bar, thankful the voice in my head remained quiet. It was strange. The voice didn’t sound like mine, a little deeper and rougher around the edges. Yet I felt like I knew the person who was speaking, as if they were a close friend. That didn’t change my feelings on the situation. Only crazy people heard voices. Once I left this town and finally got established elsewhere, I’d have to look into seeing a psychologist.

Around two hours later, I had no new insights on my situation. I would simply continue what I had been doing: ignoring the twins, making money, and pretending Sebastian never existed.

A rougher knock sounded on my bedroom door, and Sebastian peeked his head inside. He was wearing a different suit, this one a dark ash gray. What kind of man changed his suits more than once in a day? His bright blue eye and rich brown eye stared at me past long lashes.

"Sophia , could I talk to you for a minute?" Sebastian asked, his face an emotionless mask. It seemed Sebastian was good at that particular expression.

"Okay," was all I responded with.

I watched as Sebastian entered my room, his eyes flickering over my minimal belongings. He took in the cracked and peeling paint, and the metal bed frame my dirty mattress sat on.

"Where are your belongings?" Sebastian questioned.

His words made me clench my teeth. There was interest and concern in his tone, two emotions I couldn't stand to hear from him.

"These are my belongings," I snapped. "Mind your own business."

Sebastian paused and raised an eyebrow at me. "Your mother's temper, I see."

"Say what you want," I growled lowly, "but I am nothing like Lauren."

My chest continued to rumble, and I stopped the motion with a wary look. I was making all kinds of strange sounds today. I passed it off on my failing mental health and the outburst of anger I had earlier.

"Lauren?" Sebastian nodded to himself. "Noted."

"What do you want, Sebastian?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You don't have to call me Sebastian, Sophia," Sebastian said, giving a small and gentle smile. "Call me whatever you wish."

I bit back the urge to call him my sperm donor, feeling that might be a bit childish.

"Sebastian is fine," I snapped. "Quit changing the subject."

Sebastian looked truly uncomfortable in that moment, and I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. If only he knew he wasn't the only one extremely uncomfortable with this entire situation. He should've just stayed where he was and minded his own business. He went seventeen years without thinking of me; what's a few more?

"There is no way to break this easily," Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his chocolate-colored hair. "I want you to come live with me, Sophia."

My jaw dropped. Dropped in surprise, offense, and disbelief. Sebastian wanted me to come live with him? He missed seventeen years of my life, and now he wanted me?

"No," I replied deadpan, no lingering emotion on my face.

Sebastian opened his mouth to continue.

"No," I cut him off.

"Sophia, let me speak," Sebastian frowned, a stern look coming over his face.

I paused, giving him this one moment.

"My wife and I have just bought a house in town. You wouldn’t have to leave your friends or your school. All I ask is for you to come live with us. There is much you do not understand about our family, and I would like to explain it all." Sebastian sounded sincere, but that same strange aura of power surrounded him. It made him seem bigger, more intimidating. I could feel it swirling around me, but for some reason, it couldn't touch me. Sebastian wasn't big or scary, just a man who gave himself too much importance.

"Let me make this crystal clear," a snarl ripped through me, remnants of today's intense anger flooding my veins. "I am not your family," I snapped. "I want nothing to do with you. All I want is for you to turn around and leave my life the way you came. I would never live with you."

Sebastian seemed absolutely unfazed by the anger that wracked through me. The voice in the back of my head was urging me to calm down.

‘Now's not the time,’ the voice murmured. ‘We need Ethan and Kieran for your first time.’

"Sophia, I was not asking," Sebastian’s voice turned stern, making me wonder if he had any other children. "You are coming to live with me."

"Why?" I grimaced, my anger seeping from my pores. "Why now?"

"Because you are almost eighteen," Sebastian turned, remorse burning in his eyes. "And I have spent far too long absent from your life."

I couldn't find the words, couldn't force my lips to form them. His eyes were burning with sincerity, his voice held hidden longing and sorrow. I didn’t forgive him, not one bit. And yet, I couldn't figure out what to say. Nothing felt right. I wanted nothing to do with this man, and yet he regretted abandoning me. Did his regret warrant my forgiveness? Absolutely not.

"I saw your condition when you came downstairs," Sebastian grimaced. "The state of your room and your lack of belongings only solidifies my decision."

I clamped my lips shut. Sebastian had that tone most adults had—the tone that made it clear there was no room for argument. I would simply be wasting my breath. What infuriated me even more was how Sebastian made me out to be a child who couldn't take care of herself. I had been caring for myself for three years. Who cares if I didn't have belongings? That didn't matter to me.

"I would like to take you to dinner this afternoon," Sebastian paused. "Then I will leave you to pack your things. I'll return in the morning to pick you up."

I pursed my lips. Sebastian sure seemed to like things in order.

"Fine, Sebastian." My voice was void of any emotion. The anger had fully left my system, leaving me with a blissful numb sensation.

"One last thing," I called out, making Sebastian turn in the doorway. "I will play it your way." I nodded, my eyes locked on his own. Our eyes were equally identical in every way. "But do not forget that I've been taking care of myself all this time. I do not need you, and I do not want you. Never forget that."

"I won't," Sebastian nodded. "Be ready in an hour."

The door closed behind him, and for some reason, I felt as though a lot of doors had been slammed shut by his decision.