My Possessive Alpha Twins Mate Novel – We pulled up to the rickety old house, and despite the sea of melancholy that had engulfed me lately, I felt a twinge of excitement. The house was neither new nor luxurious, but it was more than I had anticipated. We had moved from California, where we lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the worst part of town.
Walking to work each day had become a constant nightmare. While I was thankful for the move, I couldn’t help but expect the worst. I’ve been living with my mother and her husband for three years now, and saying I hate it is an understatement. I was raised by my amazing grandmother for most of my life until she passed away a few years ago.
My mother, who insists I call her Lauren as if I’m some stranger she found on the street, was the only relative left to take me in. Lauren and I have a non-existent relationship: she pretends I don’t exist, and I stay out of her way. The real issue is her husband, Darren, who drinks far too much and becomes a complete asshole when he does. I keep my distance from him when he’s been hitting the bottle too hard. We moved to Georgia because Lauren got a job offer. Darren can hardly hold a job, so Lauren pays most of the bills.
Typically, I work part-time and use my earnings to buy the necessities Lauren refuses to provide. The new house was much bigger than I had expected, with chipped white paint and a crooked porch jutting out from the front. The only thing I looked forward to in this cross-country move was finally having my own bedroom. In California, my “bedroom” was the unused dining room blocked off by a curtain, as Darren insisted he needed the second bedroom as an office. I climbed out of the car, stretched, and slung my backpack over my shoulder as I walked to the front porch. I could hear Lauren and Darren already arguing, but I had learned to tune them out successfully.
The front porch creaked under my feet, but I didn’t mind. Darren only ever stepped outside to run to the liquor store, so I would have plenty of time to myself on the porch. Lauren opened the front door, and I followed her inside behind Darren. Without wasting any time, I headed upstairs to my bedroom. “The smallest room, Sophia. Don’t forget it,” Lauren reminded me, not that I could. I was instantly grateful to find a bathroom close to my bedroom. I smiled when I peeked into Lauren and Darren’s room and saw they had their own connected bathroom, which meant Darren would leave me alone for a change. He had a habit of pushing boundaries when he was drunk, but he was easy to escape when intoxicated.