Page 169 of Bliss & Her Idols

Since the twins are also dressed the same in suave black suits with pearly white waistcoats, it’s impossible to tell which Alpha is Devin and which Aran.

They laugh mockingly.

Torin stiffens but doesn’t reply.

I bite my cheek.

Don’t react.

This is fucking hard.

My skin crawls, and I haven’t even met these Alphas properly yet.

I study the twins.

They’re both as beautiful as the other siblings, but there’s a sadistic gleam to their eyes and a scornful uplift to their lips that makes them ugly to me.

Their crow-black hair is longer than Torin’s is. It falls to their sharp jaws, past even sharper cheekbones. Their smiles are as nasty as the look in their blue eyes.

“I’m always happy to entertain you,” Torin deadpans.

“And you never let us down.” The first twin laughs again.

Cricket tightens his hold on me.

Torin brushes his fingers lightly over my hip in warning.

I understand.

Torin told us tostay away from the twins.

Since Torin knows how much danger Cricket and I have already faced in our lives, it makes my mouth dry with fear about what these men must be capable of.

What they must have done to the Betas under their care.

Plus, to Torin.

The twins nudge each other. Then they move as one, standing up and prowling toward Torin.

Torin immediately takes a step back from Cricket and me, leading the wolves away from us to protect our scent.

Rory neatly steps in front of us at the same time to create an additional barrier.

It takes me by surprise.

The twins circle Torin, who stands casually with his hands in his pockets, as if he’s not bothered.

I know Torin well enough by now, however, to tell that this only shows just how much he hates this.

“Tortor, we’ve missed you,” the first twin, who appears to be the more dominant of the two, declares with an enthusiasm that I can tell is faked.

Torin flinches on theTortor.

“Plus, you’ve brought us sweet souvenirs. Always so considerate.” The second twin casts what he probably thinks is a seductive look at me, but actually makes me want to knee him in the balls. Then he beckons at Cricket. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Aren’t you just the cutest thing? You’re too tiny for Tortor. The brute will probably break you. Why don’t you come and sit on my lap over breakfast? I’ll keep you safe.”

Cricket backs even further behind me. “Don’t touch me.”

He’s shaking.

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