Alpha Twins' Forbidden Obsession

I lay on my bed-though to call it a bed was generous. It was little more than a worn blanket spread over the floor beneath the staircase.

A chill seeped into my bones, and I curled tightly into myself. I didn't dare stretch out; the slanted wall was too close, and I'd learned the hard way about sudden movements in the night.

My small refuge was tucked under the stairs, a cramped space that reminded me of Harry Potter, though there was no magic here. Only the constant, dusty smell of old wood and loneliness.

Sleep wouldn't come. Tomorrow, we were moving. My mother, Alice, had decided there was work in Texas, another chance to start over in a new town.

My mind drifted back to my life in Oklahoma. It hadn't been rich, but it had been warmed by sunlight and my grandmother's love. I could almost feel the humid air on my skin, see the kind wrinkles around my grandmother's eyes when she smiled.

After Grandma passed, I became an unwanted relic. My father had vanished before I could form a memory of him, and my mother had seemed more like a distant relative than a parent.

It took a court order to officially place me in Alice's custody, making her my legal guardian.

So now I had a roof, of sorts. But Alice and I were strangers bound only by blood and a piece of paper.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to slow.

"Just sleep. Get through tomorrow. Get through until you're eighteen. Then you can leave."

The mantra was a familiar lullaby.

Suddenly, a gruff voice sliced through the silence of the small house. "Sylvia! Where are you, you little bitch?"

My body went rigid. It was Robert, Alice's new husband.

His words were slurred, thick with drink. This was what I feared most.

When sober, Robert's eyes would follow me with a possessive gleam that made my skin crawl, but he usually kept his distance. Alcohol stripped away that thin veneer of control, unleashing a crude and terrifying boldness.

The heavy thud of his footsteps grew louder, moving from the living room toward the hallway.

I held my breath, praying he would stagger past, that he would forget I existed.

However, fate was not on my side.

The old floral sheet that served as my curtain was wrenched aside. Robert's hulking frame blocked the dim light from the hall. His face, flushed and sweaty, broke into a leering grin.

"Found you," he slurred, his voice triumphant.

Before I could scramble away, he was on me, his weight crushing the air from my lungs. The smell of cheap whiskey and stale sweat enveloped me.

"No!" I cried out, my hands flying up to push against his broad chest. "Get off me!"

My struggle seemed to excite him more. "Feisty tonight, aren't we?" he chuckled, one of his rough hands groping my side while the other pinned my wrist.

Tears of terror and revulsion