A Second Chance: My Twin Mates

Mia

"Mia! You lazy idiot! Run here and prepare breakfast! How dare you sleep in on a day like today?" That is the voice of Agatha, my sister calling and hitting me.

I had slept at around one this morning, we can't call that night, right? and it is now four in the morning.

I am supposed to prepare breakfast for everyone that lives in this house and that's about twenty or so werewolves who eat like they are starving.

This is the palace of The Crimson Pack and there aren't that many living here but the number fluctuates depending on who is visiting and such.

My family, Beta Grayson's family, lives here.

He's the beta to the current alpha.

I know you might be wondering why I am being beaten by my sister and being woken up at four in the morning to prepare breakfast for the house, right?

Well, let me put you in the know.

My name is Mia Grayson and I am turning eighteen today.

I am the first daughter of Beta Grayson and I have one other sibling: My younger sister Agatha.

Agatha is nineteen and we used to be the closest since we don't have such a huge age gap anyway.

Cray, who used to be my best friend and the alpha's second son, doesn't really hurt me but he never does or says anything whenever any one of them is beating or mistreating me.

He doesn't even talk to me. He treats me like air.

My sister is the worst of them all.

She treats me worse than the toilet she uses. She beats me and doesn't leave me until she sees blood.

Agatha is in love with the son of the current alpha, Josiah.

Josiah is my age mate and we used to be friends in the past when we were children until everything changed.

He, like everyone else, treats me like a packless rogue who doesn't have any family. And it's true. I live like an orphan here.

I feel tired but I have been holding on and waiting for today.

Today is the day I turn and get my wolf. It is also the day I get to meet my mate and that's the reason why I never quit.

I am praying that the Goddess will give me a good mate who can take me out of here and save me from all this suffering.

I am hopeful that the mate I will be given will love me.

I start going downstairs in a stupor since I am still half asleep as I tie up the apron and start the day.

I must make omelettes, bacon and sausages and bake bread and brew coffee and make latte tea for everyone.

That's the breakfast for today and everything must be ready by six in the morning.

That means that I have less than two hours to be done.

I overslept today and didn't even hear the old alarm clock at the head of my bed ring.

My bed, by the way, is the same one I have slept on since I was ten when my mother died.

I have since outgrown it but no one notices or even cares.

That happens with everything that is mine.

Even the dress I am wearing today is old and torn and very short for me but who cares?

Agatha only passes me her clothes when they are very old or torn. Sometimes I even think that she tramples on something and tears it before giving it to me.

But I have a special dress I have been saving for today.

That was the dress mama wore when she turned and she had given it to me and I hid it until today.

I smile as I go downstairs and then I hear footsteps behind me.

"Move! Bitch!" Josiah says as he runs past me and he pushes me and I go tumbling down the stairs.

I scream as I fall on my knees and hands and I scratch my hand and graze my knee.

There is so much blood and the pain is numbing.

"Stop screaming and clean that up and make breakfast. So lazy!" Agatha screams and sneers at me as she rushes out after Josiah.

They are going for the morning training which I am never allowed to attend.

Not that I would have time seeing that breakfast must be ready by the time they come back.

I drag myself to the kitchen and take a mop and a bucket and go to clean the blood.

I clean it slowly as the others go out and none of them even acknowledges me.

Cray comes by and he looks at the messy me and almost says something but he seems to change his mind and walks away.

I finish and then drag my hurt leg to the kitchen and I start dressing the knee and the hand and I am late.

I am very late because it's almost five in the morning and I have one hour to get breakfast ready.

I don't want to be beaten but I know it's inevitable today.

If it's not my father, it will be the alpha or Agatha or Josiah or someone else who feels like getting out whatever is making them angry.

It's not that I am afraid of being beaten, it happens almost daily, it's just that I am afraid of going to the turning ceremony later in the day with fresh scars on my face.

And I know I will be beaten because I cannot even rush because my hand is hurt.

I can't crack the eggs fast enough nor can I make the dough for the bread fast enough.

I don't even think that I have enough time to allow the dough to rise.

I feel tears sting my eyes in preparation for the beating that is about to come.

I try as fast as I can and by the time I hear the door open with the first person coming in, the bread is still in the oven but the bacon and omelettes are done.

I check the coffee brewer and the content is brewing too slow for my liking.

The tea latte is also ready and I start carrying everything to the table before they come down from taking their after training showers.

"I hope that your wolf turns out to be a very big black alpha. It will go very well with my black gamma, don't you think?" Agatha is asking Josiah who is looking at her as if the sun shines from her face and I avert my gaze before they accuse me of spying on them.

They walk upstairs hand in hand and I arrange everything on the dining table as quickly as my injured hand and left arm can go.

By the time they start streaming down for breakfast led by the Luna and my step mother, the coffee and the bread aren't ready yet.

They sit in their respective chairs and I hear the Luna call me.

"Mia! Come here!" No one ever calls my name without screaming in this house.

That's because they either call me when I haven't done something as well as they would have wanted or when they want some entertainment and the greatest source of entertainment in this house is me screaming in pain.

I limp towards the dining room and stand at the door ready to run though I know that I can't really outrun any of them.

"Where is the coffee? Where is the bread? Do you expect us to just eat bacon and sausages?" The Luna shouts and I don't even dare look at her because then I would be accused of insubordination.

"The Luna is talking to you. Answer her!" My father hits me at the back of my head and I see stars as I fall on my face since I can't use my hand to break the fall.

I feel as if I am being thrown about but I don't register any pain and I am glad that I am in the dark.

It feels peaceful.

I hope that I am dead.

Mia

Aaaah!

My head was killing me.

I woke up with a splitting headache and I couldn't move.

I felt as if I was being held down by a tonne of bricks and it was even hard to open my eyes.

My eyelids felt as if they were being held down by an invisible thread that had been sewn through them all along from one side to the other.

I didn't know where I was and I couldn't sense any sounds.

I figured that maybe, I had been left at home as the others went to the ceremony.

I stayed there still willing my body to coke to itself and it did.

After a few minutes, my eyes finally opened and that's when I realised that I was on a lagoon somewhere.

It was all dark around me and I could tell that it was the lagoon because this was my peaceful place and I was halfway immersed in water.

I tried sitting down and I sank.

I wasn't prepared for that and I gulped a mouthful of water and then someone spoke to me.

"Swim," it was a voice I have never heard and I opened my eyes but it was dark all over and my lungs were starting to scream.

"Swim damn it! SWIM! Flap your hands and legs and float upwards!" The voice was irritated and I did as she instructed.

I flapped my hands and legs and rose.

The water wasn't deep and I think I panicked because I wasn't prepared for it.

I struggled to get myself out and I dragged my body which felt as if a ten tonnes truck had ridden over it.

I was sore all over and I couldn't tell what part was hurting more.

My head hurt from the back and I remembered the slap my father gave me that made me fall.

I raised my heavy hand and tried to touch the nape of my hand and I screamed when I realised that the hand was broken at the elbow.

I slumped back down and willed myself to die.

Why was I still alive?

What was the need?

It was dark and it meant that either the ceremony was done or it was going on and it meant that I would miss it.

"The ceremony is already done," the same voice said and I sat with a jolt wondering who it was that was talking to me.

"Who are you?" I asked as I hissed in pain.

"It's me. My name is Lily, and I am your wolf," she said and I gasped in surprise.

"So, I got my wolf?" I couldn't believe it.

"Yes, sit still and we are going to try and heal those wounds," she said and I sat there with a smile.

I couldn't believe that I had finally got my wolf.

All that was remaining was me finding my mate and he would get me out of this hell hole.

No one believed me and all they did was hate and beat me and enough was enough.

If there wasn't a mate for me, then I would leave and be a rogue.

I felt my bones snap and start rejoining and I screamed in pain.

That's when I realized that not only did I have a broken hand but a broken rib, broken legs and several bruises.

I slumped back down and allowed Lily to do her thing and she did.

It might have taken several minutes but I was alright and I skipped when I realized that the headache was gone and I could stand up.

I was all muddy and I walked to the rock where I always say whenever I stole time to rest and started cleaning myself.

"Lily, are you there?" I hoped that it wasn't an illusion.

"Yes, I am here," she said in a pleasant voice.

"Will you go rogue with me if our mate doesn't want us?" I asked her.

I had an inkling that it might happen seeing how everyone hated me.

"Ouch!" I held my chest as I felt a sharp pain pass through me.

I felt tears fall involuntarily as if I was in emotional pain.

"Lily, what's happening?" I asked her as I struggled to breathe.

"Our Mate is having a make out session with another woman," she said and I felt a pain like I had never experienced before.

It would have been better if I had been beaten physically than this.

It tore my heart and my soul out.

Enough was enough.

I was going rogue and I didn't care if my mate wanted me or not.

"Lily, will you go rogue with me?" I asked her again because the pain assaulted me before I could ask her.

"Don't be in a rush Mia. Let's ask him first. You never know, maybe he's doing that because he doesn't know that he has a mate yet.

Let's go," she said and actually, that made a lot of sense.

I cleaned myself quickly and started walking back to the castle.

It was not far off seeing that it had been built at the shores of a lake and it didn't take me long.

There were celebrations and merry making everywhere.

I could see the newly turned wolves at the big table eating all manner of food and there were waiters and waitresses in black suits and white shirts serving the guests.

I smiled deprecatingly knowing that if I had been able to cook, no one would have hired a catering company.

I hid myself and used a longer route to get to the castle and I went up to my attic.

I then raised a board at the floor and took out the box that was holding the dress mom had given me when I was ten.

It was a beautiful pink dress with pearls all over the front bodice and the elbow length sleeves.

It then flowed to the ankles and it looked beautiful.

I took a quick shower in the bathroom that was a floor below the attic. I was brave enough to do that since I knew that everyone was at the party. Or so I thought.

I then wore the dress and combed my hair and held it in a bin at the centre with a parting at the centre of my forehead with a little hair falling on both sides of my face.

My hair was red just like my mother's and it was long and I loved it.

I always wore a scarf over it because I knew Agatha was always jealous of my hair and she once beat me and cut it crudely with a knife and that was the worst.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked super.

I didn't have any shoes and I always walked barefoot but that didn't stop me.

I knew that I was beautiful and I looked beautiful.

I then walked downstairs and as I was rounding off the last stairwell, I heard chuckles and snickers.

I could tell who that was even from a mile away.

That was Agatha and I didn't need to be told who she was with.

"I knew that you would turn out to be an alpha just like your dad.

Too bad that it wasn't black like I had hoped.

But grey is also a good colour.

So, when will you get married?" Agatha asked Josiah and I swear I didn't want to eavesdrop but something kept me glued to the floor.

"Agatha, I had told you that this would be a fling until I found my mate. We have to end it now," Josiah said but that did not deter my sister.

She was determined.

"It's okay. But I can be here till you find her," Agatha said.

"Mate," Lily said and I turned thinking that she was talking about someone else and not any of these two.

"Mate," she said again and I turned to find Josiah looking at me.

"You?" He asked in disgust.

Mia

I looked back at Josiah with my mouth agape.

I couldn't believe that the Goddess had done this to me.

Josiah of all people? Why?

"You?" He asked again and he was looking at me as if he was looking at the highest form of scum.

"What do you mean Josiah," Agatha asked as she held his hand.

"Come with me," he said as he held my hand by the wrist and it was painful.

"Agatha, come," he also called her and she followed us.

He dragged me to his room that I knew very well because I was the one who always cleaned it.

Actually, I cleaned the whole castle.

"Did you think that I could accept you as my mate?

And where did you steal that dress from?" He asked me and I took my hand back from him.

"This dress is mine," I said, defending my honour.

They had accused me of murder but I won't take it being called a thief.

"Tell me Mia, did you actually think, me, Josiah, the future alpha of this pack, could be your mate?

I don't know what the goddess was thinking but I would rather stay mateless," he said and for the first time, I felt disgusted by him.

I thought that he was a man of his word but it seemed that he was scum.

"I also don't want you Josiah," I said l, summoning the courage to call him by name since the first time he laid his hands on me.

"What did you say? Do you think that you have the right to reject me?

You can't but I can.

But before I do, I will make sure that you feel a pain that you will remember till your last days," he said and I could not wait for that to happen and so, I took the initiative.

" I, Mia Grayson of Silent Blues pack, reject you..." I didn't get to finish.

Josiah gave me a slap that made me feel as if my jaw had been relocated from its original place on my head.

I spun around and then landed on my butt.

"I told you, I am the only one who can reject you.

If I want to keep you as my toy, then I will," he said and then held Agatha.

He kissed her deeply as he looked at me and with each kiss, I felt my heart tore.

Silent tears ran down my cheeks like two rivulets because of the pain.

They kissed for a while and Agatha was the happiest as she looked at me with disdain andovking smiles.

Josiah then held me by my hair and threw me on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He then took out his belt and tied my hands at the back using that belt.

He then made me kneel and fastened the belt to the back leg of the bed and made me watch as he undressed Agatha as he touched and kissed her all over.

This was the first time seeing another person's nakedness leave alone seeing someone having seggs.

The moans Agatha was making were disgusting and I closed my eyes.

"I told you to look at me," Josiah said as he kicked me on the chest and I felt as if my insides were on fire.

The bad thing was that I could not even soothe myself as my hands were tied.

With each kiss they gave each other, with each stroke as they caressed each other, and as I watched Josiah enter my sister and start humping, I was dying a little more and by the time they were done, I was dead.

It was just a shell of me looking at them.

I had stopped crying because the pain had made me numb.

"How did you like that? Do you want to feel it?" Josiah asked and I didn't say anything.

Agatha was gloating though she wasn't saying anything.

"Did you actually think that I could take you as my Luna?

You are disgusting and filthy.

You killed your mother and you strut here in this castle as if you have a right to be here.

You should be a rogue so that others can kill your miserable self," he mocked and I didn't say anything.

I just wanted to die.

I didn't want to live.

If this was the life that the Goddess had in store for me, I didn't want it.

"So, you aren't saying anything?" He asked and then got off the bed in his birthday suit.

"I hate you Mia! I hate you so much.

You made your family lose the woman they loved and they also hate you," those words were said as he kicked me and my hands were still tied to the bed.

I didn't even cry out or beg for mercy the way I usually did.

I just kept quiet and hoped that he would kick me somewhere that would just kill me.

I hated life and I hated being a werewolf.

I wish I was never born.

After he was done kicking me, he untied my hands and I slumped to the floor.

He then made me kneel by holding me by my hair and then held my cheeks in one hand using his thumb and index finger and squeezed.

"Look at me," he said and my eyes could barely open.

He slapped me and asked me to look at him again.

I could feel the swelling increase and I opened my eyes as a well of tears was released.

I didn't even know why I was crying but I was.

Maybe I was crying for my mom dying and leaving me in this hell hole.

Maybe I was crying for all the torture and pain theigh out eight years of my life since mama died.

Maybe I was crying for having a family that wouldn't save me if I was in a house that was burning down.

Maybe I was crying for the hope I had held on to all those years.

The hope that my mate would save me only to be given a mate that abhorred me.

Maybe I didn't deserve to live and they were all right.

I should have died that day instead of mama.

It should have been me.

With that, I looked at Josiah with swollen eyes wishing that he could just end me.

"I, Josiah Bronson of Silent Blues Pack reject you, Mia Grayson of Silent Blues Pack by the laws of the wolves," he recited and I could feel the pain but I didn't care.

I felt the pain sear my insides but it was okay.

I didn't even scream. I didn't want two of the people I hated most to see me miserable.

Even if I was to die, I wanted to die in and with dignity.

He looked at me after he recited the rejection vow expecting me to beg him or to cry but I didn't.

I just said two words that left him agape.

"I accept," the words were barely audible but he was a wolf, he heard me loud and clear and for a moment, I could see the disbelief in his eyes.

"He then threw me across the room and I landed on the wall on the other side of the room and I hit the ground with a thund.

I didn't flinch as he held me by the hair again and threw me outside the room.

"You better leave because I don't want to see your ugly face again.

The next time I see you, I will kill you.

I even wonder why you didn't drown this morning," he added as he closed the door.

So, they wanted me dead, huh?

I dragged my battered body outside the castle using the back door and not even the music and the shining lights could make me stay.

I had an appointment with death and I swore to haunt these people all the days of their lives.

I would never reincarnate until I made sure that my spirit settled all the scores I had with the members of Silent Blues Pack.

Those were the thoughts in my mind as I let my body free fall from the highest cliff of the lake.

I was going to join mom and maybe, I would be happier there.