The Alpha Twins.

TRISTAN POV

I headed out of the pack in the early hours of this morning and then hopped in my car.

My hands, as usual, controlled the wheel while I drove out of the large compound, a smile with a mixture of grimaces denting my face.

The day was going to be a long one, due to the many tasks I had on my to-do list.

After a long and rough ride, the car halted at the front of a large gate. My gaze darted and I looked right and left, scared to be seen by the police.

The last time I checked, I and the rest of my team members were wanted by the City and its government for delivering hard drugs to the citizens of this country.

After honking the horn for some time, one of the men who had arrived came to open the gate. He bowed to me while I drove in.

Who wouldn't bow to one of the many sons of the famous Alpha when seen? I wondered as I parked the car in a small lot built next to the warehouse.

"Good morning, boss," the man who opened the gate, greeted me. "Welcome back." He said with a bow, taking the backpack I brought with me, from my hand while I headed into the warehouse.

"We don't have enough time to waste, guys," I mumbled, pushing the main entrance of the warehouse open.

"Where are the others?" With my eyes, I counted the men and saw they were not complete.

"Scorpion is not here yet," my right-hand man explained, causing a grimace to appear on my countenance. "He went to get food for us before we left for the operation."

Now I nodded.

My legs led me to the chair meant for me and I took a seat on it, smiling. "Get the stuff, including your masks and guns," I told the men in general, and in seconds, they left the space.

Now my phone was beeping.

Who was it?

I dipped my hand in my pocket and brought out the device.

"Why can't these people let me be?" I could not help but cry, gazing at the screen of my device.

Who else would it be if not for my twin brother who was calling on behalf of my other brothers and father who talked about hosting a meeting by this time of the day?

There was no way I could be there, especially when I had illegal activities to run before the day ended.

For goodness's sake, there were many clients we had to attend to before noon, and another set of clients to strike a deal with before the day ended.

Something made a sound and I looked up to meet the gaze of Scorpion.

"Good morning, boss," he greeted as he dropped a plate of food on a table and before me. "I am sorry, but I went to get food for us all. We cannot leave for an operation on empty stomachs."

I understood, so I nodded.

My hand picked up the plate and I dug in the next moment. It didn't take long for the rest of the men to appear at the spot with the stuff we needed for the day.

There were masks to cover our faces, so the police and those who secured the city did not get to see our real faces.

Another thing we would go with is hard drugs, wrapped and ready to be delivered. Without saying any word to the men, they each picked up their plates and began to eat.

There was not much time so I advised them to hurry with eating, this way we would leave the warehouse right on time without missing the appointment that was set for the day.

Soon enough, we were done. Immediately, I got on my feet, while the men arranged the stuff we needed into a box, as usual.

"Good thing we are ready."

"You must not be caught," I warned, looking at every man's face. "Shoot when necessary. And if caught, no information must be spilled. You must die with the truth."

They looked at each other, and at me before nodding. "Yes, master."

"Get the stuff into the car trunk," I walked away from the spot and caught up with a corner of the room.

I opened the drawer, picked up my mask and helmet from the space, and then wore them the next moment.

Just then, my phone beeped again.

There was no way I would take Father's call, not at this time. I grunted, reaching for the device in my pocket, and looked at its screen. "Oh, no."

Emilia was at it again.

Calling me at the wrong hour.

Most of the time these days, I forget I have a girlfriend.

Why was she calling me in the early hours of a new day?

What does she want?

I walked to the entrance of the warehouse, catching up with the large compound where the other men waited.

Oh!

It dawned on me that I was missing something.

How could I forget this?

We were supposed to meet at her place, and I screwed it up like I always did.

Well, was it not obvious to her that I no longer wanted the relationship?

She should move on for all I cared.

There was never a feeling that I felt for her in the first place, a smile appeared on my lips and I signalled to the men to hop in the car.

"We'll be back!" I screamed at the other men who did not join us for the operation.

"Take care and reach out to me when there is danger," I warned them before the car began, and we took off from the compound.

My phone beeped again.

I gazed at the screen of my device, shook my head, and turned it off.

Emilia should let me be already.

I was no longer interested in the relationship. The only problem I have is letting her know of my thoughts.

EMILIA POV

I stared at the screen of my device, refusing to believe he would do this to me.

Of all days to hurt me, today?

Did he forget the plans we made? No, a plan I made for the both of us.

For goodness's sake!

We were supposed to meet at my place and spend some time together before the end of the day.

Why did he find it hard to take his calls? I wondered at this point, jumping off from the bed and pacing my large bedroom.

What is happening?

I walked back to the bed where I picked up my device.

My legs led me to the window and I opened the curtains, looking out of the space and gazing at the large compound with hopes that he was there.

He wasn't there.

"Damn it!" I cried and looked away, finding my way back to the bed where I took a seat.

Maybe he was busy and would reach out to me later.

The day had just begun, after all. There was more than enough time to see and spend together before the day ended.

But what if he doesn't show up?

My gaze led itself to the screen of my phone and again, I decided to dial his number.

My hands did the dialling and this time around, I was more than shocked at the response I got.

His phone was switched off.

How?

I lay on the bed and began to sulk.

This was not the first time I would be treated in this manner by Tristan.

He was like this several times in the past and even now. Why do I think he would wake up one morning and turn a new leaf?

My legs led me to the bathroom.

In a bid to forget about a man who had hurt me on several occasions, I walked back to the room and jerked my towel from the wardrobe where it stayed.

Once again, I led the way to the bathroom and on arrival, I stripped and stayed in the shower for quite some time.

It felt good.

At least, in the meantime. Tristan was not the right person to think of, since he has done this to me a lot of times.

After the moment in the shower, I grabbed the towel hung on the line and wrapped it around me.

My legs led me back into the room and for once, I gazed at my figure in the mirror, somewhere in the corner of my large room.

I would wait until evening.

And if Tristan does not make it to the apartment, or give me a call: I would be left with no choice but to do what I must do.

Who does he think he is to do these things to me? Does he think I would not be hurt? It has been over two years of being together with him in a relationship, and of truth, it is I who has been the backbone of our time.

There was never a day he brought gifts and flowers to my doorstep, while our yearly anniversary was never recalled by him, but by me who cried at the end of the day.

I have had enough.

I walked away from the mirror and caught up with the wardrobe.

What was I going to do today?

I had planned to spend it with Tristan. But according to the look of things, he didn't seem like he was going to show up in my apartment, nor would he give me a call.

How did I end up with such a man?

Now I picked one of the many gowns hanging in one of the many hangers in my wardrobe, and then walked to the bedside where I took a seat.

In moments, I was dressed for the day.

Not just for the day, but for my date with the man I love. If at all he was going to make it to the apartment, I didn't know yet.

After promising myself not to dial his number anymore, I picked up my phone in a bid to call. It was switched off, just as it was before I walked to the bathroom for a bath.

Without thinking twice, I flung the device on the bed and walked out of the room.

I led my way down the stairs, thoughts of what to have for breakfast, a thing to worry about.

Soon enough, I was leaning on the table in the kitchen. I looked around me, unsure of what to do next. My mind was not settled, and I thought of Tristan even though I promised not to have thoughts of him in my head.

How can I not?

He is a man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, the last time I checked.

Why did he treat me like a piece of nonsense? Does he not love me? For goodness's sake, was two years not enough time to love me?

I got up from the table and walked to the burner. There, I rinsed the kitchen kettle, let some water into it, and turned on the burner.

My legs led me to one of the chairs where I sat and waited. Soon enough, the kettle alarm rang and I was standing in front of the burner once again.

I quickly mixed a coffee before pouring some of the boiled water into the mug.

Thereafter, I walked back to the chair after grabbing a pack of cookies, took a seat, and had my breakfast.

After eating, I did the dishes before heading to the living room.

A smile appeared on my countenance when the man who works at the gate, opened the large gate for a car to drive in.

Tristan had come.

The car drove into the compound, and I got ready to open the door of my apartment, although with a grimace on my face.

I was wrong.

It was not Tristan, neither was it his car.

EMILIA POV

The morning of the next day came and somehow, I cannot explain why I am in shock when it has always been this way.

Maybe I was in shock because this date was supposed to be a special one for me-for us, hence the hurt that came alongside Tristan's absence at my apartment the day before.

It was the weekend, and not a day of work in New Orleans. The multi-million company I work for was on a long-term break that was not ending soon, either.

I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a bid to take a bath. All the time, whenever I wanted a bath: I forgot to take along with me the towel from the wardrobe, and with this, I walked back to the room to take my towel.

A bath was taken in haste, and I was standing in the room once again, with a towel wrapped around me.

A sigh especially my mouth as I thought about what I was going to do.

What sense did all of these make?

What if I didn't find him in any of these places?

What if it was me who ended up getting embarrassed? I thought again, taking off the towel that wrapped around me, and catching up with the wardrobe where an outfit was selected in seconds.

After a while, I was ready for my mission.

One-two, I wore perfumes before my wristwatch and then headed out of the room.

I was standing in the kitchen soon enough, thoughts about what to put in my mouth before leaving, a problem.

Was I hungry?

I touched my stomach for a moment, shaking my head and walking out.

My handbag which I brought from the room, was picked up from the table where I left it before heading to the main entrance of the large apartment.

However it was going to turn out, I didn't know. One thing I knew was, I must speak to Tristan before coming back to my apartment.

I was standing at the gate of the compound soon enough. I walked out and luckily for me, a cab was oncoming.

My hand flagged it down and in seconds, I hopped in the back seat.

"Where are we going, ma'am?" The man who held the wheel asked.

"Royals Club," I said with a sly smile that appeared on my face.

The cab started, and we drove out of the Estate I live in.

Soon enough, our arrival at Royals Club was close, and my chest heaved a sigh from time to time.

How was I going to face him?

I wasn't happy with the latest development. How can I be happy with myself and the man I love? I thought while the cab stopped at the gate one of the many clubs in the city.

Without hesitation, I hopped down. My hands searched my purse for some notes and I threw them at the man who nodded with a smile that graced his countenance.

Now was my time.

I walked into the compound, a grimace on my countenance. My legs led me past the parking lot and soon enough, I was standing at the entrance of the club.

One of the men in uniform, standing at the spot, searched me and my bag in a hurry and after a while, I walked into the space.

It was a loud room, and my ears went weak at the sound of the music that blared in the space. Normally, I should not have weak ears but the mood I was in did not allow me to have fun.

Instead of looking around, I walked to a room where Tristan and I stayed whenever the club was visited.

After greeting a few people in uniforms, I walked past them and caught up with the door of the room Tristan and I spent time in whenever we came to the club.

The moment I walked in, there was no sign of him. I leaned on the wall, heaving a sigh as I called on the attention of the citizens who had fun in the space.

"Are you okay?" One of them asked.

Without saying a word to him, I held my bag and headed out of the space.

What could I possibly be doing here when Tristan was nowhere in or close to the bar?

Once again, I was in the main club and leading my way out of the space.

Anger pulled up on my countenance, and the urge to transform into a wolf was overwhelming. I was hurt, and annoyed and would do anything to anyone who dared me in the state that I was.

Where do I go from here?

I looked around me and there was no oncoming cab. I could not walk the distance that would take me to the main road due to how I felt, especially inside of me.

Maybe I should sit a while at the sit-out built outside the club.

Without any hesitation, I was seated on one of the chairs. It was a good thing that I was in the spot alone, with my thoughts to myself.

Now I could use my device.

I checked Tristan's message box and there was no message from him. His phone was switched off when I dialed and there was no call from him either.

I looked up at the sound of a car, driving into the large compound.

It looked like a car I recognized, but there was no need to rush whoever it was that was inside the car until I was certain it was the man I imagined it to be.

My gaze followed the car and soon enough, it was parked in the lot.

I watched keenly, observing the movement of the man who got down from the car. Then, I confirmed the thoughts in my head.

"Son of a bitch!" I picked up my phone and handbag, headed to the spot where Tristan was.

At this point, I knew how ready I was to show him how bad I felt.