Page 59 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

This is… a miracle. I don’t know yet what to make out of it and how to deal with this new revelation. I thought I’d never get a second chance. I thought my first chance was it and that the Goddess truly despised me and wanted to ruin me.

But here she is now, my mate.

I take a deep breath and, with newfound resolution, shove my fears aside for now and instead let another instinct take over. There will be time to feel terrified and anxious. Now isn’t it. I pick up my pace, running even faster than before until I have reached her car. Through the wet windows, I can see a beautiful girl with caramel skin and dark hair, very similar to Arman and his sister, cursing as she tries to slam the accelerator to make her car move again. She looks surprisingly not anxious.

I knock at the window, making her jump a bit and stare at me wide-eyed.

She pulls the window down a bit. “Are you a serial killer!?”

“No.” I blink.

“Then what the fuck are you doing out there in this weather?”

“What are you doing here?” I retort.

My men catch up with me, and I wave towards them while I open her car door. When one of them approaches me to help my adorable goddess out, I growl lowly, making him widen his eyes and take a step back. A glimpse at the sky tells me there is no time for being overly polite, but I can’t just grab her, either. “You need to get out of here. The guys will try to move your car.”

She nods, her eyes glued to mine as if I’m hypnotizing her. She is a human. Her first instinct should probably be to be wary of me, scared even, but either she feels the bond already, or her brain is also in emergency mode.

She groans. “Normally, I won’t go with a stranger,” she points out. “But I can’t stay here either.” She reaches out her hand, and when I take it, little jolts of electricity go through my body. Her eyes widen in surprise, and my heart skips a beat.

The bond, she can feel it too.

When a particularly harsh gust of wind catches us, she is almost slammed back into the car. I make sure to grab her in time and scoot her into my arms.

She looks both surprised and flustered. “You sure you aren’t a serial killer?”

Serenade, who has been standing next to me, laughs. “No, hun, he isn’t.”

She nods tentatively. When I’m about to make a run for it, she stops me, though. “My bag,” she yells. “My entire life is in it!”

I gesture towards Serenade to retrieve the bag. She instantly dives into the car and hands us my goddess’s backpack.

“Oh shit,” she blurts out. “It can’t get wet. It’s all electronic devices.”

“Got you,” I say, letting her out of my arms and pulling my shirt off. “Here,” I say. “Wrap it into this.”

Her mouth drops open. “That was dramatic,” she mutters. “But kinda cool.”

I grin, waiting for her to wrap her bag into my shirt before scooting her up in my arms again. She places the bag between herself and my chest and grabs onto my neck. Tingles shout through my body, making me want to claim her on the spot. I will these feelings down, though, and instead turn to look at my warriors. They have started to move the car, pulling it out of the mud. “We’ll make sure to park it in front of the packh—” Serenade stops herself. “In front of the main house.”

“Thank you,” I tell her. “But don’t take any unnecessary risks. If you don’t manage to get the car back in time, just run! I trust you to take the lead, Serenade.”

She nods. “You got it, Alp… Anthony.”

I make a run to the pack house, feeling torn about how wonderful it feels to have my mate pressed against my chest and being worried about getting her out of the rain. I don’t want her to get sick. “Wow,” she breathes out. “You are fast!” A pause. “What’s your name? Alp or Anthony?”

I snort inwardly. “Anthony,” I tell her. “Or Tony.”

“Oh.” She beams, and even through the rain, I can see her eyes light up in joy. She has caramel-toned skin and a darker complexion, clearly of Middle Eastern background, but her eyes are almost silvery grey. “Tony! Like Tony Stark?”

I swear, at that alone, I’m so close to slamming my canines into her neck and marking her as mine. She just blurted out an Iron Man reference. “A coincidence I absolutely love.” I grin.

She raises her brows. “You are an Iron Man fan?”

“He is one of my favorites.” I grin. “I love the MCU.”

“No way.” She blinks. “Me too!”

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