Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Five

The twins lead me to the third floor and stop in front of a large wooden door. Logan turns the handle and pushes it open, revealing a room that’s barely recognizable as one. Am I really supposed to live here? The walls are bare, and the furniture is broken or missing. There’s only an old mattress on the floor and a little table with four chairs.

I tilt my head, staring at the mattress. There is mold on it, and the twins smirk knowingly.

Logan clears his throat behind me, breaking my thoughts, “Do you need anything else?” he asks with a slight smirk while Eric just stands there watching us both curiously.

I swallow thickly. If the twins expect me to beg for a better bed or a nicer room, they will be disappointed. This room is terrible, but I know better than to speak up.

I lift my eyes and shake my head no.

“You’re fine with this room?” Eric asks in disbelief.

Logan snorts. “Maybe it’s nicer than the other one she had?”

I feel their eyes land on me again, and my heart races. They are beautiful, I think absently. With sculpted cheekbones and clean–shaven faces, they look very attractive. But there is something sinister in their eyes as they look down at me form their imposing heights.

room…” I mumble. “It w–will be fine…”

Both the twins stare at me as if I’m insane for not telling them I hate the moldy bed, but i

remain silent.

“It will be fine?” Eric croaks, and I nod.

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“Y–yes…” I don’t want to live here, but what choice do I have? If I make them angry, they could easily make my life an even worse king of hell.

Logan silently studies my face, but eventually, he gives up and places my bag down. “Good luck surviving the night.”

“Yeah,” Eric chuckles with his big arms behind his head. “Try not to get eaten by the rats. Plenty of them are in the mansion, and since you’re sleeping on the floor, they might bite

your toes.”

I shiver at his words and stare at the moldy mattress as the twins leave me alone with just

thoughts for company.

Am I really supposed to sleep on the moldy bed?

…what other choice is there? The floor?

Grimacing, I remove my clothes and place them over the mattress like protection. I lie down on top of the fabric with my eyes on the ceiling. A bad stink is coming from the mattress, but I try to ignore it.

This isn’t the end of the world…

I eventually drift off to sleep, but my dreams make me stir and tumble. They don’t make any sense. I see my evil parents, the grinning faces of the twins, and flashes of my new college. I’m floating in a jumbled mess and awake abruptly when I hear Eric shouting my name as he opens the door to my room.

“FIVE!”

He sounds mad that my heart kickstarts as I stumble out of bed. My foot catches on the edge of the mattress, and before I know it, I’m falling forward. A shriek leaves my lips.

before I crash head–first into Eric’s chest.

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“What the fuck are you doing?!” Eric roars. “Stop making out with my chest!”

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Large hands grip my shoulders, and my cheeks burn. Eric smells like detergent, and his large muscles act as pillows for my face. Being this close to him makes a flutter come alive. in my chest, but it’s soon replaced with fear when he grunts something inaudible above. my head.

Is he going to hurt me?

I look up at Eric, unsure what to expect from the big Alpha, and blush even deeper when he easily pushes me back on my feet. His dark eyes meet mine, and I get a little feverish from seeing his beautiful face up so close. Too bad that he is scowling at me with anger ticking against the tattoo on his neck.

“Great, it’s your first day being our new servant, and you’ve already almost died,” he mutters with his cold eyes glaring daggers down at me. “Can’t you do anything right? Getting up from bed isn’t exactly rocket science…”

My cheeks flush pink as embarrassment sets in. I can feel my heart racing as I avoid Eric’s gaze. I know better than to challenge my Alpha, so I remain silent. Still, it sucks to be berated on my first day.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, feeling more defeated than ever. “I’ll do better in the f–future.”

Eric snorts, clearly unimpressed with my apology. “You better,” he says

turning on

his heel. To my surprise, he stops by the door. “I want eggs and bacon for breakfast. Sunny side up. And after that, there is plenty of laundry for you to take care of.”

“Okay, I’ll get right on it,” I say, trying to sound respectful so I won’t be punished.

Eric raises an eyebrow. He seems surprised by my determination and folds his arms over

his broad chest. “Good. The kitchen is downstairs. I’m going to shower, and I expect my breakfast to be done by the time I come out.”

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With that, Eric strides out of the room, leaving me to gather my thoughts. I try to ignore that he saw me nearly fall on my face and rush downstairs to get started on breakfast.

The kitchen is huge and full of appliances I’ve never seen before. I take a few moments to familiarize myself with the layout and eventually find the utensils I need. Focusing on the task at hand helps calm my nerves, so I collect some eggs from the fridge, grab a pan from under the counter and start cooking for the twins.

Before long, Eric’s and Logan’s breakfast is ready, and waiting on a plate for them by the time both of them come down the stairs. Logan is fully dressed in dark jeans and a t–shirt, while Eric is only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

Holy shit, he is ripped!

try not to ogle Eric’s six–pack as he strides forward. He silently takes one look at his plate of food before grabbing it off the kitchen counter–without saying anything–and sits down to eat it all by the table like a starved wolf.

Logan, however, walks over to me as if he has something to say and stares down at me. “I don’t like eggs. Did you make anything else?”

I back up against the counter, frightened by suddenly standing so close to him. “No. I–I’m sorry, I’ll make something else,” I stutter, my voice so low it could be missed.

“Huh?” Logan takes a step closer, his chest inches away from my nose as he stares down at me from his imposing height. “What did you say?”

When did he get so big? I feel like a trapped little animal. Logan is absolutely huge, and there is no way for me to escape as he steps even closer, his toes touching mine.

My hands grip the kitchen counter as I lean back from his intense gaze, trying to create

distance from his face.” T–that I’m sorry…”

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“For what?” he narrows his eyes.” And speak louder.”

Why does he have to be so loud?

I wince at his menacing tone and close my eyes before blurting out,” I’m sorry! I’ll make you something else!”

Logan grunts but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he walks over to the bin and stomps on the pedal to throw away all the food on his plate. Seeing everything I worked so hard to make now going to waste breaks my heart. Logan doesn’t even spare the bacon and hands me a bone–chilling glare.

“Are you going to make me something else?” his voice is cold, and he moves so close that I can feel his breath on my skin.

My chest aches. Even though the twins are gorgeous, they are cruel and dangerous,

especially to me.

I gulp. “W–what do did you have in mind?”

Logan moves even closer, his eyes fixed on my face. “Pancakes.”

My heart thuds against my ribcage. Logan is looking at me like I’m prey. His eyes show no affection, and he looks so intimidating that every instinct tells me to run in the opposite. direction, but I quickly swallow up my fear and nod my head, “Yes, o–of course. Pancakes coming right up!”

“Hurry,” he says and steps away so that I can finally breathe.

And even though I’m terrified, I ignore the trembling in my legs and start gathering pancake ingredients, trying to focus on something other than Logan’s icy glare.

I mix the batter, trying to get the right consistency, but my hands are shaking so badly that

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I end up spilling some of it on the counter. Why am I so clumsy? I quickly wipe it up before Logan can notice and pour some batter into a pan.

As the pancakes cook, the kitchen remains silent; only the sound of the sizzling batter fills the air. I can feel Logan’s eyes on me, but I try not to let it distract me. I flip the pancakes, and before I know it, they are done.

I serve the pancakes on a plate and hand them to Logan. He takes a bite, and I can see he is pleased with them. He nods his head in approval without looking at me and leaves the kitchen without a word.

I exhale a heavy sigh of exasperation, the force of my breath rippling through the air. Living with the twins is far more complex than I had first imagined, and a sinister chill creeps up my spine as I ponder what other obstacles may lie ahead in the future.

Are they going to keep being so mean?

Probably, but I guess I will just have to accept that. Because even if Eric and Logan are rude and hard to handle, living with them is far better than living with my abused mom. And the reminder of that would be the faded scars on my back from when she used to hit

me on my back.

The twins wouldn’t abuse me…right?

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