Mated to The Twin Alphas novel Chapter 3

        Mia's p.o.v

"Mia, Mia wake up." Meg called Softly while shaking me.

"No," I answered in a murmur then turned and faced the other side.

"There is a fight outside and it involves our alphas," she said loudly.

In a second I was up and on my feet.

"Seriously?" I asked in a whisper.

"Let's go already, Come on," she said loudly then grabbed my hand and rushed out of the room with me.

I blinked a few times to get rid of the sleep in my eyes as I tried to match my pace with hers.

It was very early in the morning, that's when the sun was rising. I didn't know why, but I really wanted to see what was going on.

"You do not scare me you twin gay shit!" Emanuel yelled in a Cracking voice outside.

 A lot of loud gasps and murmurs broke out.

I quickly picked up my pace and went outside where I found a lot of pack members standing far away from the pack house. Emmanuel as usual, looked very drunk and wasted. He stood a few meters away from the twins who were standing near the packs door calmly.

Despite maintaining a calm character, deep down I knew they were very upset because no one had ever called them gay openly. What Emmanuel did was literally digging his own grave willingly.

He laughed loudly then pointed his finger at them.

"How do you even do it." He asked between laughter.

I carefully moved a bit closer to see the twins reaction clearly.

Emmanuel looked around for a few minutes then lifted his hands with a wide smile.

I felt bad and sorry for him because he was one of the best warriors in our pack, he was also kind to everyone and very helpful, but once he drunk he became the very opposite, he insulted anyone he came across and he also aggressively harassed a lot of she-wolves be it mated or not.

 It was hard for Werewolves to get drunk by drinking alcohol, but once the alcohol became mixed with a few drops of wolfsbane, their immune system became weak and it resulted in getting drunk easily.

An overdose of wolfsbane turned deadly to a Werewolf and resulted to death.

It was poison to us Werewolf just like silver was and red oitis. Red oitis was a flower Which was rarely found in the high mountains, it's juice was served as a toxic poison that broke down any kind of supernatural being from inside out within five minutes. It also had no cure.

"Emmanuel how about you go and get some rest," Christopher said seriously.

He was standing next to the twins with folded arms.

"Hey Beta, why are you so keen on talking on their behalf as If they don't have mouths, are you their Bitch or what?" Emmanuel asked loudly as the gasps grew much louder than before.

Christopher growled in a warning and wanted to move but stopped when one of the twins held his hand.

The twins rarely talked, they mostly looked at things with boredoness and treated everyone like they were inferior.

"Yeah, stop your Bitch and fuck him later you gay trash," Emmanuel spat as my heart beat wildly in fear.

One of the twins walked to him slowly, each step he took held extreme dominance, it was that of a preditor after a small miserable prey, a cold wind swept past me that made me shiver and cower, there was no denying that the twins were more powerful than an ordinary alpha, something about them was very intimidating, powerful and dominant.

He stood in front of Emmanuel who was trying so hard to face him head-on but failed terribly, he lowered his gaze to the ground and whimpered in fear.