Bullied By My Alpha Twins

Panic

NADIA

Can it get any worse?

I had woken up that morning to a heavy bang on my door. “Open the door!” came the voice, thick with authority and impatience. Immediately, I knew who it was. “I know you’re in there. Open the door, Nadia!” The voice belonged to my landlord, Mr. Thomas. This time, the banging intensified, echoing down to my small bedroom, sending a jolt of panic through me.

I quickly jumped out of bed, my heart racing as I rushed to the door. I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves. I ran a hand through my messy hair and smoothed down my pajamas, hoping to get some sense of composure before facing him.

Slowly, I opened the door, and there he was—Mr. Thomas, standing in the hallway, breathing anger as he stared at me with sharp eyes. I didn't need to be told why he was there. My rent was due, and I had been avoiding this moment for days.

“Where is my money!?” he demanded, his outstretched hand hovering expectantly in front of my face, as if I had the cash on me right then and there.

“Um, sir…” I stuttered, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. Mr. Thomas had always been an impatient landlord, and I knew it wouldn’t do any good to ask for a little more time. But I was desperate, and desperation can make us do anything.

“Sir, I will get your money, but I don’t have it now. Could you please give me a little more time to raise it?” I asked, my voice soft but laced with urgency. I lifted my eyes to his, hoping to convey my sincerity.

He scoffed, letting out a deep, harsh laugh that sent chills down my spine. “Time? What do you think this is, charity? I’m running a business here! You’re always late. You can’t expect me to keep giving you extensions forever!” His voice was a thunder rumbling in my ears, and though my heart beat wildly with anger, I knew better than to lash out.

“It’s not my fault! I’m sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. I didn’t want to beg, but I felt the words slip out anyway. It was frustrating, knowing how stuck I was in this situation.

His cold glare only intensified, making me feel smaller than I already did. “You think I care about your sob story? You brought this on yourself, living such a poor life. I’m sure it’s your bad luck that made your mother abandon you!” His words were like daggers, each sentence stabbing deeper into me.

At that moment, a blaze of fury ignited within me. I wanted so badly to transform into a wolf, to let loose the pent-up rage and attack him—show him who he was messing with. But deep down I knew that would only hurt me more. Instead, I swallowed my anger, forcing the frown from my face as he continued to berate me.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas,” I managed to string the words together.

“I’ll give you one week to raise the money,” he said finally, his tone dripping with condescension. “One week! Or I will throw you out of my house!” With that, he stormed out, leaving me momentarily rooted to the spot, speechless. I shut the door with a shaky hand, my heart still racing.

Once inside, I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered to myself, feeling a mix of disbelief and frustration swirling within. I needed to do something, and quickly. With my mind racing, I grabbed my phone, my only option for finding help.

“Jasmine, please pick up,” I whispered to myself as I dialed her number. The ringing felt like an eternity. When she finally answered, her bright voice was a welcome relief.

“Nadia! What’s up?” she said, sounding cheerful. “It's strange receiving your call this early,” she reminded me.

“Hey, Jasmine. I’m in a bit of trouble. Could you lend me some money?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

“What happened? You sound stressed.”

“My rent is due, and Mr. Thomas just came to collect it. He basically told me if I don’t pay him in a week, he’ll kick me out of the house,” I explained, my voice filled with urgency.

“Ugh, that jerk! I'm sorry, Nadia, but I can’t help you right now,” she said hesitantly. “Hardin has taken control of my money, and he barely gives me any of it. I’m sorry, Nadia. I really wish I could help.”

My heart sank. “It’s fine, I understand,” I replied, my voice quieter now. “I guess I’ll figure something out.”

“Don't worry, I'll talk to him to see if he could give me some money,” she said. I could see she really wanted to help, but I didn't want to put into more trouble because of me.

“Don't worry about telling him, I'll be fine, I promise. Thank you for offering to help, but I don't wanna put you into more trouble,” I said to her.

After hanging up, I felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I spent the next few days in a struggle to raise the money, taking up menial jobs like cleaning houses and babysitting just to scrape together any dollars I could earn. It was exhausting, leaving me drained by the end of each day. Having to give up attending college for that week was even more exhausting.

But after all my efforts, I had only managed to raise half of what I needed. As I counted the crumpled bills in my hand, sadness washed over me. I knew Mr. Thomas wouldn’t listen to any more excuses. He was relentless and cold, and just the thought of facing him again put a knot in my stomach.

That morning, as I sat on my bed, a feeling of panic washed over me. My heart raced as I heard a loud knock on the door. It could only be him. I forced my feet to move, walking slowly to the door while my palms turned clammy.

When I opened it, Mr. Thomas’s glare was sharper than ever. “Is my money ready?” he demanded, his voice thick with impatience.

“Sir, I only have half,” I said, holding out the money I managed to gather.

He looked at the cash, and then back at me, his face contorting in anger. “Half? What do you expect me to do with half? This is pathetic!” With a swift motion, he grabbed the money from my hand and threw it back at me like it was trash.

“I’ll give you until this evening to get the rest of it. Otherwise, I will throw you out—no second chances!” He turned to leave, but then, as if a thought struck him, he turned back, an unexpected smile creeping onto his face.

“Maybe we can help each other, you know,” he said, the sudden shift in his expression unsettling me.

I blinked in confusion. “How?” I asked cautiously, my heart pounding.

“Well,” he said slowly, savoring every word, “if you… how should I put it? If you make love to me, then I’ll forget about the rent for now. No hassle until you can pay me.”

My stomach twisted in disgust. “No!” I snapped, shaking my head vehemently. “That’s disgusting!”

He stepped closer, trying to invade my personal space, but I instinctively backed away. “Come on, Nadia, think about it. You could save yourself so much trouble,” he said, a seductive lilt in his voice that made my skin crawl.

At that moment, something inside me snapped. My instincts kicked in. My eyes flickered, slowly turning—my wolf's side surfacing as I growled lowly, deep in my throat.

Mr. Thomas’s expression changed completely. His confident demeanor evaporated, and he recoiled, fear evident in his eyes. “Okay, okay! Just keep your distance!” he stammered.

Without thinking, I slammed the door shut, my heart racing as I leaned against it, panting heavily. I was surprised at my own reaction. I had never been able to transform into my wolf form…and I almost did in front of Mr. Thomas.

“What just happened?” I muttered to myself, my voice trembling. The anger from earlier mixed with disbelief. I had always been able to keep my emotions in check, but Mr. Thomas's remarks had crossed a line I couldn’t ignore.

Now, I felt shaken. My breathing steadied, but I was still on edge. The knock of my landlord kept echoing in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over me. I had to figure something out and fast.

With this thought in mind, I stepped away from the door, my heart still racing. I needed to calm myself down, to clear my mind. I had one chance left to escape this nightmare, and I could not let it slip away.

But I was already slipping!

Can it get any worse!?

Or this was just the beginning!?