Dominated by the Twin Alphas

2: Tristan

2: Tristan

As I strode through the wooded clearing that the pack used for gatherings, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filled my nostrils. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow upon the assembled werewolves. Their eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and fear; they knew better than to cross me.

"Tristan," one of my packmates dared to address me. "We've been discussing the recent attacks on the borders of our territory."

"Ah, yes," I replied, barely containing my impatience. "I believe I made my instructions quite clear last time. Has there been any progress?"

"Er, well, we've increased the patrols as you ordered, but—" he hesitated, clearly nervous about how I would react.

"Spit it out, man!" I snapped, my temper flaring. My heart hammered in my chest, fueled by the frustration at their incompetence and the thoughts of Aurora that plagued my mind.

"Th-there's been another attack, Tristan," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "One of our own was killed this time."

"Idiots! You're all bloody useless!" I roared, my anger boiling over. The pack members flinched under my wrath, their heads bowed submissively. "If you cannot handle this situation, then perhaps I should replace every single one of you!"

"Tristan, please," another wolf spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "We're doing our best. We just need more time."

"Time is something we don't have," I growled, my blue eyes cold and unyielding. "Do you not understand the danger we're in? If these attacks continue, it won't just be one or two of us that die—it'll be all of us!"

"Brother," Sebastian called from the edge of the gathering, his voice a calming anchor in the storm of my fury. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion inside."

"Fine," I spat, glaring at my packmates one last time before turning on my heel and stalking toward the pack house.

Inside, Sebastian closed the door behind us and studied me with a look of concern. "You're on edge lately, Tristan," he said gently. "What's eating at you?"

"Nothing," I muttered, unwilling to admit that my growing obsession with Aurora was consuming me.

"Tristan," Sebastian pressed, his green eyes searching mine. "We're brothers. We share everything. You can tell me."

"Fine!" I snapped, giving in to his persistence. "It's Aurora. She's all I ever think about, and it's driving me mad!"

"Ah," Sebastian replied, his face twisting into a smirk. "She has a way of getting under your skin, doesn't she? But taking your anger out on the pack won't help anyone."

"Then what do you suggest?" I asked, my voice laced with bitterness.

"Talk to her," he offered. "Find out why she's resisting us. Get to know her better. Maybe then, you'll find some peace."

I frowned, mulling over his suggestion. It was true that I had been avoiding confronting Aurora about her reluctance to accept us as her mates. Perhaps it was time to change that.

The following day, the image of Aurora invaded my every thought. Her stunning white hair framed her delicate face, and those blue eyes sparked a fire in me that I couldn't ignore. My body craved her touch, ached for her warmth, and longed to possess her completely. I knew it was wrong to obsess over her like this, but the intensity of my desire only grew with each passing moment.

Returning to my quarters after a long day of pack duties, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The scalding hot water cascaded down my body, doing little to quench the burning flames inside me. As the water washed away the dirt and sweat, my mind wandered back to Aurora.

I imagined her standing there with me, her soft skin glistening with water droplets as she pressed herself against me. The thought sent shivers down my spine and stirred a deep hunger within. Unable to control my primal urges any longer, I wrapped my hand around my throbbing erection and began to stroke myself slowly.

My breathing grew labored as I continued, the fantasy of Aurora consuming me. I pictured her delicate hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements as she whispered provocative words into my ear. The sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself leaning against the shower wall for support.

"Ah, Aurora," I moaned, my voice barely audible above the sound of the rushing water. The mere mention of her name sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I quickened my pace. Each stroke ignited another wave of ecstasy, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Tristan," the phantom voice of Aurora gasped in my ear, and that was all it took. With a guttural groan, I released my pent-up frustration, the thick, hot seed spilling from my trembling body and washing away with the water.

As I caught my breath, the reality of my actions crashed down on me. What was I doing? I couldn't continue like this; it was driving me insane. The only way to resolve this torment was to confront Aurora about her reluctance to accept Sebastian and me as her mates.

***

"Tristan," Sebastian warned, catching my arm as I stormed toward Aurora's room. "Remember, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

"Get your hands off me," I snapped, brushing him away. "I know what I'm doing."

"Very well, brother," he relented, stepping back. "Just be gentle with her."

"Get out of my way," I hissed, determination coursing through my veins as I approached Aurora's door.

I knocked on the door, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The door creaked open, revealing Aurora, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent, that for a moment, I almost forgot why I was there.

"Tristan?" she asked hesitantly. "What do you want?"

"Enough with the games, Aurora," I demanded, my voice firm but not unkind. "Why are you resisting us? Why won't you submit to Sebastian and me?"

"Submit?" she scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "You don't understand anything, do you? It's not about submitting to anyone. It's about trust and feeling safe. You and Sebastian have yet to prove that to me."

"Fine," I conceded, my voice softening. "Then let me show you that you can trust me. Let me prove to you that we're meant to be together."

"Are you asking me on a date?" she asked, her tone incredulous but laced with curiosity.

"Consider it an opportunity to get to know each other better," I proposed, meeting her gaze directly. "A chance for us to build that trust you so desperately need."

"Alright, Tristan," she agreed hesitantly. "I'll give it a shot. But don't expect me to just fall at your feet."

"Wouldn't dream of it, love," I replied with a smirk. And with that, we had taken our first step toward mending the rift between us.

The evening of our date, I arrived at Aurora's door with a sense of trepidation. For someone who was used to taking control and asserting dominance in every situation, the idea of revealing my vulnerability made me uneasy. However, if this would bring us closer together, then I had no choice but to let down my guard.

"Tristan," Aurora greeted me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as she opened the door. She looked breathtaking in a deep blue dress that accentuated her delicate curves, her white hair cascading over her shoulders like an enchanting waterfall.

"Evening, love," I said, offering her a tentative smile. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she replied, a faint blush forming on her cheeks. As we walked through the moonlit garden, the scent of roses and night-blooming jasmine filled the air. The ethereal atmosphere only added to Aurora's otherworldly beauty.

"Listen, Aurora," I began hesitantly, my heart pounding in my chest. "There is something I need to share with you. Something... personal."

"Alright," she said softly, her piercing blue eyes meeting mine with genuine concern.

"Sebastian and I... we had a difficult childhood," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Our father was a cruel man, often taking out his frustrations on us. Our mother, she was our only solace, but she died when we were young."

Aurora's empathetic gaze never wavered as I continued, "That darkness, that cruelty from our past, it's a part of us now. But it doesn't have to define us, and I want you to know that despite my dominant nature, I care for you deeply."

"Tristan," Aurora whispered, her hand reaching out to touch mine gently. "Thank you for sharing that with me. It means a lot."

"Please don't pity me," I said quickly, my pride flaring up momentarily. "I simply wanted you to understand that beneath this dominant exterior, there is more to me."

"I can see that," she assured me, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her words.

The vulnerability I had just exposed left me feeling raw and exposed. As the evening went on, I couldn't shake the nagging fear of losing Aurora. The idea of her slipping through my fingers was unbearable, and it drove me to take action.

Without her knowledge, I began shadowing her as she went about her daily duties. Watching her from a distance, I admired the way she moved with grace and determination, her white hair shimmering in the sunlight like a silken halo.

"Damn it, Tristan," I muttered under my breath, frustrated by my own behavior. "What are you doing?"

But I couldn't help myself; the thought of not having Aurora in my life was devastating. I knew it was wrong, my actions teetering on the edge of obsession, but the desire to possess her, to protect her, consumed me entirely.

As I continued stalking her, unbeknownst to Aurora, I vowed to do whatever it took to win her heart and prove that I was worthy of her trust and love. And so, our dangerous dance continued, each step bringing us closer to the precipice of pleasure and pain, the line between dominance and submission growing ever more blurred.