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Double Claimed: Marked by Two

She is not your regular highschool girl, Neither is she your regular teenager, She is the first female head Alpha who was born to fulfill the prophecy. Ava had just turned eighteen and was eager to receive her birthday present only for her mother to tell her that she is a half wolf. And she has been mated to the Alpha of the Dark Moon wolves. But things take a hard turn when two marks of two head Alphas appears on her body. A mark that was meant to stay forever She has been fated to two Alphas. Now stuck in between the line, Ava is left with choosing between the leader of her pack or her celebrity crush who is the leader of another pack and her childhood best friend. She has been marked by two, yet claimed by three. As the full moon draws near, Ava's decision would change the course of her life and the two packs.
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Chapter 8

AVA

I sat up on the bed as I stretched myself, trying to adjust myself to the environment. I stared round the huge room, trying to figure out where I was and all that happened. I was trying to get down from the huge bed when the door swung open and two men in suit and a lady walked in.

“Get her ready!” One of the men told the lady and she nodded. The lady walked over to me and tried to touch me but I slapped her hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” I warned, pointing my finger at her. “Who the hell are you guys?”

“Boss will explain everything to you, so comply with the instructions and you'll be safe.” The man said again and I let out a chuckle.

“You’ve got to joking right?” the man continued to stare at me without any words.

“You actually want me to sit still and you do shit on me, common that's not how it works. S o you had better give me the right explanation that I need.” I screamed as I stared at the door, calculating the distance between where I stood and the door. I was gonna make a run for it.

I ran over to the other side of the bed, picked up my phone and held it up to their faces.

“If you won’t let me leave or explain who you are, I'm going to call the cops and trust me they are gonna be here so fast.”

“You wouldn't want to do that.” the man said still with a strong face. I have my chances now. And with that, I ran to the door, opened and ran through the hallway.

The men were running behind me but surprisingly I was way faster than them. I continued to run until I mistakenly tripped down the stairs, hurting my ankle.

I growled in pain as I tried to stand up but it I found myself falling down again. The pain was unbearable, I shut my eyes, trying to control myself.

“You really are stubborn, aren't you?” It was the same voice I heard yesterday at the racing center, the very one that called me yesterday.

My body stiffened, tiny goosebumps had already appeared on my skin. I was trying to open my eyes but my fears was betraying me. Then I felt him crouch infront of me, he touched my ankle, “You’re not going to open your eyes yet?” he asked and I shivered.

I slowly lifted my eyelids and I was met with the most prettiest set of eyes. A pair of Light brown eyes with long eyelashes were staring directly at my face. I shifted back to get a clearer view of the stranger and who I saw made my breath to seize. I placed my hand on my chest as my lips trembled.

“Xa... Xavier Blackwood.” I stuttered and he smiled.

“You remembered,” he continued to smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you again Ava.”

He stood up and damn he was so freaking tall. He stretched out his hands to me but I was hesitant to take it.

“I don't bite Ava.”

I still wasn't going to take the hand, so I helped myself up and heard him chuckle.

“You really gave my men a good run.” he commented as he walked upto a couch and sat on it. It was then that I realised that I had already reached the living room.

I tried to speak but no words came forth.

“Ava?” I heard but when I looked up, he wasn't staring at me. I limped over to another couch and sat on it.

“Ava?” the voice called again and when I looked up, he was grinning at me.

“Di.. did you just call me?” I stuttered.

“Yes.” He smiled, “Through the mind.”

I stared up at him immediately with my eyes wide open.

“How is that possible?”

“It’s either you're pretending or you don't want to believe it yet.” he said still grinning.

“What do you mean?”

“Ava,” he called calmly as he faced me, “We both know that you're a werewolf so things like that are common.”

My whole body shivered from what he had just said, how did he know that I was a wolf.”

“Because I'm one too.” He answered.

The hairs on my skin rose, my face went pale.

I was staring at my biggest celebrity crush, New York's sweetheart and right now, he is telling me that he was a wolf, how possible was that.

“Ava?” he called walking towards me. I slowly shifted from where I sat.

“You felt the spark, the day we met at the signing event right?” he continued, “we are mated Ava.” he said and I didn't know what happened but I just wanted to go home. Just wanted to get home to my mom.

“Take me home.” I murmured, my eyelids heavy. The tears I was trying to hold back was now making its way down my face.

He tried to touch me but I shifted away from him. “Take me home, please.” I pleaded.

“Ava, calm down.”

“Just take me home.” I screamed at him.

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“Mom.” I called out, running into her arms. Mom held me tightly like as if I had been gone for ages.

“You’re home now baby.” she whispered into my ears as she patted my back.

We stayed in that position for some few minutes before we disengaged. She sat me down on the couch and went into the kitchen. Seconds later, she came out with a glass of strawberry drink.

“Here.” I collected it and drank all the contents in one gulp. She sat beside me as she continued to stroke my hair.

“Mom I'm sorry.” I whispered through tears, my voice were breaking. Mom only smiled at me as I continued.

“I just needed to clear off my head, I promise I didn't want to go against your rules.” I sniffed.

“You have to go get ready for school, you're in your final year and we wouldn't want anything to disrupt you, go get ready for class. We have a lot to talk about when you're back from school.” She smiled at me again, motioning for me to go to my room. I nodded my head and walked into my room.

I stood in the shower, letting the cold water pour down into my skin. The memories of what Xavier had told me came flooding back. He was my mate. I stared at the two marks on my body.

“Fuck you prophecy.” I cursed at the goddam prophecy mom talked about. But how was it possible that I had being fated to two wolfs, could Xavier or Logan be lying?

“No they're not.” someone said but I swear, I was alone in the shower.

“Mom?” I called out but got no response.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel round my body. I came into my room but no one was there.

I was beginning to hear things.

I walked over to my phone and noticed the calls I had. Some were from mom the rest was from Caleb.

Then the messages from Caleb. I smiled as I read them. I was about to keep the phone when another message got me. It was from an unknown number, my hands trembled as I read the message.

“Stay away from Xavier, he is not what he seems to be.”

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