Chapter 3 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.

Although he was drunk, his wolf wasn't, his Wolf actually recognized the twins as their leaders, no matter what he was bound to serve and submit to them.

"I'm sorry, please," He begged.

I took in a sharp breath when the twin lifted his hand and slowly wrapped it around Emmanuel's neck making sure his claws were digging into his flesh, Emmanuel's whimpers grew louder as blood rolled from his cut.

Each passing second the twin's grip tightened and his claws dug deeper while he watched with a smirk. it was like he wanted him to slowly fight for his last breath before he died.

The more he squeezed the more terrified I became. My eyes became filled with tears as memories of my late father came back crushing. The damn bastard had no mercy while slaughtering him, they also had a smirk on their dumb faces while watching him bleed, I hated them a lot, I hated them all.

My throat was becoming dry and my vision blurry, my body was hot and I was beginning to sweat a lot. My breathing became laboured and loud.

"Mia, what's wrong?" Meg asked in concern.

The other twin who was watching everything happen moved closer and whispered something in his brother's ear.

When they both looked my way, I gasped and lowered my gaze in fear. I didn't know why they were looking my way, all I knew was that it wasn't a good sign having them look my way.

"Everyone get back to your places now!" Christopher ordered loudly.

"Mia, can you walk?" Meg asked Softly when everyone began to go back to their rooms and work area.

I didn't want to bother her, my legs were stuck on the ground and I had no strength left to move.

"Yes I can," I lied then took a step ahead.

I was about to fall when strong hands lifted me in bridal style, I quickly looked up and found Christopher looking down on me with a smile.

"It looks like you need a hand," he whispered softly.

"Thank you so much, she was fine a few minutes ago but now she looks sick," Meg answered quickly without waiting for me to respond.

"Where are your rooms?" He asked.

"The omega wig at your left," she answered.

"Okay, if you don't mind young lady, I will take you there," he said softly.

"Thank you, sir," I answered in relief then tensed when I saw the twins looking at us.

I quickly buried my head into Christopher's chest without thinking and closed my eyes.

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid of anything, I won't drop you," he whispered.

I knew he wasn't going to, after all, he was a kind soul to women.

He walked with me In his arms to the omega building. I slowly pulled back from his chest and noticed how a few female omegas were glaring at me.

"Which side," he asked when he began going up the stairs ignoring the stares.

"Left-wing," Meg answered.

"Okay," he said then smiled.

"Sir, thank very much, it's just that I....,".

"It's fine, plus I don't mind carrying a beautiful lady such as yourself in my arms," he answered with a grin.

At that moment I wished I could have a mate who was as kind as Christopher and very caring, but wishes were just wishes, they rarely came true.