Mated to the Alpha Twins

Read Mated to the Alpha Twins [by Jane Doe] Chapter 95 — “Welcome, everyone.” Marcus called out to the room, turning hushed

whispers into silence. His suit was navy blue this time, which made his eyes seem brighter and more vibrant. This man was what

most strived to be; attractive, charismatic, wealthy and powerful.

That's what's dangerous about the soul. No matter how beautiful you are on the outside, no matter what favors your appearance

gains you, the soul can rot from the inside out.

Many of the murmurs were regarding Desmond Deville’s sudden absence. | listened to each and every one, forcing myself to

remain calm.

“As I'm sure you all have noticed, we are missing a certain table member.” Marcus lifted an eyebrow towards the room full of

witnesses. He turned to face where | stood in particular, and though his eyes were not on me, | couldn't help but feel a bit

paranoid. “Desmond Deville was called back to his pack sometearly this morning. There is nothing to worry about, simply a

pack misunderstanding turned into a larger inconvenience. While he regrets leaving ahead of schedule, he does hope to return

before the conclusion of our final meeting.”

| tried not to let out my exhale of pure relief too loudly. As though my body couldn't help itself, my eyes darted over to where

Jaspar Fox sat. He wore a thick leather jacket this time, and his raven hair was brushed back from his head. | noticed the faint

white line of a scar running across his forehead, and wondered how | hadn't noticed it before. | instinctively stiffened when my

eyes traveled down, and | realized he was staring back at me. His pale eyes were unnervingly calm as they burned into my own.

And very slowly, so gentle that no one would notice, Jaspar Fox nodded his head at me.

It was an expression that said, “I've held up my end, can you hold up yours?”

“With that being said; Nico Deville, eldest son of Desmond Deville, will take his father’s place for the tbeing. He will arrive

within the hour, and will be fully debriefed on everything discussed thus far. On our final day, should Desmond Deville be unable

to return, his son will make an educated vote that represents his father’s authority and expectations.”

There was swhispering that echoed through the crowd, and | turned my ears to each and every word that was uttered. |

paused with baited breath, expecting someone to utter those words. There was nothing, no suspicion of foul play. | counted to

ten and let out a shallow breath, then intertwined my fingers with Kade. The last helped to relaxthe most.

“Now that all announcements have ceased, let us begin today’s meeting.” Brayton Cliff nodded towards the crowd, smoothing

down the front of his platinum grey suit. He looked impeccable and professional, but there was a certain rigidity to his body that

made him seem uptight and a bit unapproachable.

“Sebastian, you were rather quiet our last meeting. Would you care to begin this one?” Brayton asked thoughtfully, casting a cool

glance towards the lowest High Table member.

Sebastian Sable had the most to lose out of any of these men. If | joined the High Table, Sebastian would be tossed to the side.

He would be nothing more than your average Alpha. It was clear from his poisonous emotions that he was not joining my team in

the foreseeable future.

“Yes, well, | needed more information before | jumped to any conclusions.” Sebastian smiled at the room, but it was a completely

empty gesture. It was like watching something alien mimic human expression and emotion, hollow and transparent. “While it is

my seat on the line, | wish to be as unbiased as reasonably possible. | do believe it would be best if Marcus here continued. In

the meantime, I'd like to think over what we've discussed so far.”

The silent snort | let out under my breath was completely involuntary. | stiffened immediately after, praying no one had heard.

Conversation continued to flow evenly, and no one seemed to bat an eyelash at my silent exclamation.

“Ouch.” | hissed, my narrowed eyes darting up to Kade’s face.

| rubbed at the spot on my arm Kade had pinched and eyed him angrily. He glanced towards Sebastian and back tobefore

smirking.

“Oh.” I mouthed sheepishly, “Sorry.”

“Per our last meeting, we confirmed Ms. Aurora’s abilities and discussed what potential she might have in our world.” Brayton

continued without missing a beat, “While she seems to have control over her abilities, it's within the interest of our kind that we

monitor this progress and ensure she matures into her powers with full control.”

“That being said, she could be of use to our packs, ensuring our kind’s success and all of that.” Jaspar Fox chose his tto

speak up, tossinga lazy smile with eyes that had far too much to hide.

“How right you are.” Marcus agreed, a friendly smile on his face. This this eyes turned to me, cold and calculating beneath

his warm exterior. Kade’s emotions turned brittle, but he managed to keep his rage contained while we stood in silence, unable

to do anything but watch. “Even though you know little about our world, you have an opportunity to make a difference. So rarely

does something like this happen, and it is our hope that you might see this as an opportunity. While we each may have different

terms and requests, you are in no way forced to choose. It is your right to accept or deny as you see fit.”

| straightened my spine and approached the center of the room as instructed. Only | could hear the pattering of my heart, which

mirrored the whispers being flung from all sides of the room.

“I make no promises, but | will listen to your offers.” | chose my words carefully, forcing myself to stare Marcus Novak in the eyes

the entire time.

He was not a stupid man. He knew | wasn’t fooled, and | would no longer pretend to be. Any deal made with him would surely

end in my d***h—or, enslavement. How many other white wolves walked into his land willingly, completely ignorant of what

actually lie ahead?

“Though we communicate and work as one, we are five individual packs with land and customs of our own. As such, any

agreements will reflect our singular pack.” Marcus continued with a thin smile.

His words were surprising to some, and murmurs erupted throughout the room. | only caught bits and pieces, but the words |

heard were troubling at best. Words like; takeover, always share, selfish, and plotting, cfrom the mouths of switnesses.

Others denied it, claimed Marcus was doing what was best, and that he had more experience than any other High Table

member. Many of these people trusted him, and for the life of me, | couldn’t understand why.

A flicker of surprise went through Jaspar, Brayton Cliff went still, and Sebastian practically ignited with rage. What Marcus had

done was definitely unusual.

“As head of the High Table, | believe I'll begin with what my pack might offer you in return for your tand service.” Marcus

gave little tin between for argument, and from the emotions picking at me, most were too terrified to interrupt him. | caught

wind of the golden-haired Alpha and Luna again. They weren't afraid of Marcus—and seemed to detest him more than anyone

else. “First, you would have my entire collection of knowledge at your disposal, including anything regarding white wolves. You

also have access to my outside sources, should you need more information. It is known that | have a few white wolves living on

my territory. | would be willing to transfer any that wish to move, over to your domain. Most in my pack provide protection from

rogues. Lastly, you must reside in my pack four months out of the year. There you will train and aidin High Table matters.

These months are up to your discretion, and your mates may attend as well. Should you accept my terms, | would welcyou

into your seat as head of the High Table, and provide as your mentor.”

His terms were surprising, to say the least. | had almost missed his last requirement, the one that promised my doom. Four

months out of the year I'd remain in his pack-like | was an object being passed around. The crowed murmured and cooed at his

generosity, while | wanted to snarl and shout. It wasn’t a gift; it was a d***h sentence.

What was even more surprising—Marcus Novak was cutting his long-taccomplice, Sebastian Sable, out of the picture. He

was essentially handingmy seat on a silver platter, and kicking Sebastian off to the side.

Sebastian would be lowered in status after this, made nothing more than a basic Alpha. | was also fairly positive he'd lose

whatever agreement he had going on with Marcus Novak. What a way to end a partnership.

My legs buckled with the rage that blasted through him. Even from where | stood, | could hear the snap and creak of the wooden

dais breaking under his fingers. His eyes conveyed h**I-fire within their depths, and it was all directed on me.

I was no fool to what was going on. Clearly, Marcus Novak was the wealthiest of the Alphas. He had the most assets and I'm

assuming the whitest wolves. The other High Table members only agreed to usingso long as it benefited them all. Marcus

had flipped the script on them.

“Well, though it's pointless, | suppose I'll go next.” Brayton cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. | could feel his discomfort

with the situation, along with an underlying tone of worry. He met my eyes and | could feel a shift in his emotions. Curiosity and

something else, possibly hope? “While my collection of knowledge is smaller than Marcus's, | assure you, you'll find things even

he does not have within my walls. | offer you my knowledge and my pack should you ever need my aid. Rather than force you to

my own land, | would pay you monthly visits to ensure your development and magical abilities remained stable.”

There were a few murmurs as many caught the snide comment Brayton placed carefully within his words. In truth, his proposal

wasn’t a horrible one. It was essentially an alliance, one with a bit more stipulations.

| smoothed any emotion from my face, but nodded at Brayton Cliff. Next was Jaspar, who had reclined in his chair. He was

currently cleaning underneath his nails with a serrated blade, paying no mind to the conversation around him.

Brayton nudged Jaspar, catching his attention. The knife was away in a flash, faster than my eyes could perceive.

“Ah, my turn, is it?” He grunted, stretching out in his seat. He brushed back the inky hair that fell across his forehead and gave