Page 2 of Mercy & Her Devils

I glued it back on for him, but the toy was never quite the same.

Thomas is sitting next to me but not so close that our thighs are touching.

He’s always careful about that.

The last time that Fletcher caught the other Alpha’s scent on me because Thomas had held my hand, Thomas was punished.

Fletcher is Haven’s Sheriff, while Dad is the town’s Mayor.

They both have power over my brother and me.

They always have.

Thomas is taller than me. He’s dressed in a severe moss green suit with copper hair, milk pale skin, and eyes that look even prettier against the coldness of his expression.

Only, I know that it’s a mask. He wears it to survive.

Ever since high school, we were considered the most attractive Alpha and Omega in Haven.

The beautiful Saint twins.

It was terrifying because all Thomas and I wanted was to be left alone. Yet Omegas, Betas, and Alphas hung around us, attempting to gain our attention and favor.

We became society’s idols.

It was exhausting to live up to everyone’s expectations and fantasies about us.

It was only a matter of time, before someone caught and caged one of us.

Thomas’ anguished gaze meets mine.

Staring into his aquamarine eyes has always been like looking into my own.

We’re non-identical twins.

I was born forty-two minutes before Thomas, which is something that I’ve never allowed him to forget because it makes me the eldest, even if I’m the Omega.

Yet as the Alpha twin, he’s spent his life protecting me.

In truth, growing up in the Traditional Mayor St Clair’s pack (the Saints), we’ve needed to protect each other.

As kids, we’d tell each other the fairy tale that we’d always stay in the same pack, along with our best friend and fellow Alpha, Gabriel.

Gabriel lived with us on and off for years, while his family traveled around the globe, wherever they were stationed with the army.

As a military brat, sometimes Gabriel went with his dad. He never knew from one day to the next, where he’d wake up.

It was like he grew up in the army himself.

It screwed him up.

He loved the snatches of civilian life that he experienced with Thomas and me. They were strange and unfamiliar to me but also precious.

Because our house was the only place that he felt safe.

We were his true home.

But then, Thomas grew up, Gabriel was sent away to military academy and forbidden to contact us, and finally, I was forced into an arranged matching with Dad’s friend, Sheriff Fletcher Ace.

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