Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

We found a bar not far from the lab, a small, dimly lit place that felt just isolated enough to be safe. Sara ordered a whiskey, downing it quickly before leaning back in her seat, her eyes burning with leftover anger.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked, keeping my voice gentle.

She snorted, staring at her empty glass. "What's there to talk about? He never cared, not when it mattered."

I sighed, knowing that there were no easy words that would fix this. "Maybe he's trying now."

Sara looked at me, her expression softening slightly, but still filled with frustration. "Too little, too late." She waved the bartender over for another drink, then glanced at me. “But hey, at least you've still got your golden child status, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let's not make this about me."

Sara gave me a crooked smile. "Fine. But you owe me a drink for putting up with all this."

I laughed softly. "Deal."noveldrama

The bar was louder now, the hum of conversation blending with the clink of glasses and low thrum of music. Sara had long since abandoned any pretense of calm, throwing back whiskey after whiskey, while I nursed my drink, keeping a wary eye on her.

"Honestly, I should've knocked him out," Sara muttered, slurring her words slightly. "Act like a father, my ass."

I sighed, swirling the remnants of my drink. "You know it's more complicated than that."

"Complicated?" Sara let out a sharp laugh. "You're his perfect daughter, Ella. Of course, you'd say that."

I didn't bother arguing. She was too deep in her anger, too drunk to see reason. Still, her words stung, even if I didn't show it. Adonis's favoritism had always been

a wedge between us, something we never talked about but always felt.

As I raised my glass to my lips, a shadow loomed over the table. I glanced up to see a group of men, their eyes too bold, their grins too wide. One of them leaned in, far too close for comfort.

"Hey there," he drawled, his breath heavy with alcohol. "What're two pretty ladies like you doing here all alone?"

Sara's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing. "We're not interested," she snapped, already on edge.

"Aw, come on. Don't be like that," another man chimed in, his hand hovering over Sara's shoulder.

I straightened, placing a hand on Sara's arm in warning. "You heard her. We're not interested. Move along."

But they didn't. Instead, the man beside Sara smirked, his fingers grazing her arm. That was all it took.

Sara shot up from her seat, faster than I could react. She grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it until he yelped in pain. "I said. Back. Off."

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The man swore, trying to yank his arm free, but Sara was unrelenting. His friends moved toward her, but before they could make another step, Sara's fist collided with the first man's jaw, sending him stumbling backward into a chair.

It was chaos after that. Sara was a blur of fury, landing punch after punch, sending bodies crashing into tables. The men didn't stand a

chance. Despite their numbers none of them could keep up with her speed or strength. One of them grabbed at her, trying to subdue her, but she easily threw him to the ground, her foot pressing down on his chest.

I stood up, trying to intervene, but Sara was too far gone, her rage unchecked. The bar had fallen silent, all eyes on the spectacle unfolding in front of them.

Just as I was about to pull Sara back, the door swung open, and in strode Ryan. His eyes immediately locked onto the chaos in the middle of the room, and in an instant, he was beside her.

"Sara!” he called, his voice cutting through the haze of her fury. She froze, her fist mid-air, and turned toward him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Ryan stepped forward, placing a hand on her arm. "That's enough."

For a moment, it looked like she might argue, but then her shoulders sagged, and she let out a heavy sigh. "They started it."

"I'm sure they did," Ryan muttered, glancing at the groaning men on the floor. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."

Sara swayed slightly, the alcohol clearly catching up to her. Ryan wrapped an arm around her, guiding her toward the door. As they passed me, Ryan turned, his brow furrowed. "Ella, you good?"

I nodded, though the adrenaline was still buzzing through my veins. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need some air."

He gave me a long look, clearly unconvinced, but nodded. "Be careful." With that,

he led Sara out of the bar, leaving me standing in the aftermath.

I stepped outside, the cool night air hitting my skin like a slap. The bar was too stuffy, too chaotic. I needed space, and I needed to think.

Sara's issues with Adonis weren't new, but tonight had brought them all to the surface. Her resentment had been festering for years, and no matter how much I tried to mediate, it never seemed to be enough. Adonis tried in his own way, but he didn't understand her, not the way I did. And Sara... she was too proud to let him in.

I wandered down the street, my mind swirling with thoughts of them, of the pack,

of everything that had been building up. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the figure trailing behind me until it was too late.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me off balance. I gasped, instinctively struggling, but the grip tightened, dragging me into the shadows of a dark alley.

I kicked and twisted, trying to break free, but whoever it was had the advantage. My heart pounded in my chest as I clawed at their hands, but they held me fast.

"Let go!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the brick walls.