My Possessive Twins Alpha Mate

Sophia grew up like a ghost in her own home. Her mother never let her call her mom, and her stepfather Darren was a drunk who turned violent the moment the liquor hit. She had one goal: graduate and disappear. Then Lauren dumped her at the local public school, and she collided with Kieran and Ethan Ashfield—twin brothers who looked like they had just stepped off a magazine cover. Dark hair, dark eyes, chiseled features. The hallway went silent the first time they crossed paths. A blonde girl named Jesse called Sophia's mismatched eyes a freak show. The twins said nothing, but their cold, dissecting stares told her everything: she was being watched.

The teacher assigned her to the empty seat at their table. It felt like a trap. Ethan teased her. Kieran burned holes into her with his eyes. After school, she worked at a restaurant called Little Italy—the only kindness this town had shown her, arranged by a girl named Cat. The twins walked in one night, and Kieran deliberately spilled his drink just to watch her clean it up. They left a massive tip and a note: See you soon, doll. E&K. That same night, Darren grabbed her wrist, drunk and raging. She kicked him and ran. The next day, Ethan's hand found her thigh in class. Her body went rigid—not from fear, but from something she could not name. Kieran watched from across the table with a jealousy that almost set the air on fire.

When Jesse smashed a volleyball into her face, the twins stared at the laughing girl with a murderous silence. In an empty hallway, they cornered her. Kieran kissed the bruise on her neck. It did not heal. It branded. They told her she belonged to them, and the words burned through her body even as her mind refused. That night, two enormous black wolves watched her window. In Cat's father's clinic, the truth slipped through a thin door: Sophia is your mate. Both of your mates. A soul's other half. Inseparable until death.

Before she could absorb it, Jesse lured her to a party. Calvin drugged her drink. Trapped on a strange bed, a growl erupted inside her skull. A wild, primal power exploded from her chest. She swung a lamp into Calvin's head and fled into the woods. When Kieran and Ethan found her, bruised and shaking, she pushed them away and vanished. The next day, a stranger stood in her living room—a tall man in a bespoke suit, with one blue eye and one brown eye. Exactly like hers. Sophia, I am your father. Sebastian Drake. Seventeen years gone. Now he was here, and the voice in her head whispered her first shift was coming. She needed the twins. Ready or not.