My Lovely Twin Alpha

Samantha's POV:

My mind was foggy and disoriented.

“Where am I?” I thought.

“What am I doing here?"

The questions echoed through my mind like a slogan as I struggled to awaken.

“Why can’t I wake up?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The relentless drumbeat reverberated through my skull, each pulse like a hammer striking iron.

My head throbbed as if millions of drums were being pounded in unison.

An uncomfortable heat enveloped me, like being trapped in a burning hell.

The air was thick with the murmur of voices, a jarring sound of chanting that seemed to bargain for my very soul.

I finally forced my eyes open.

The room was blurry, but as my vision cleared, I saw a figure standing beside me. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Who are you?" I croaked, my voice barely audible.

The stranger's expression was unreadable, then suddenly, he flashed a menacing smile, the most unsettling I had ever seen, and vanished into thin air.

"Ugh," I groaned, trying to move.

"What the hell is going on here?" I thought aloud, trying to grasp my bearings.

"Isn't today my birthday?"

My vision turned dim again, and everything suddenly went dark.

I saw him again, the mysterious man.

How could I see him if my vision was blurry? That was a mystery.

The atmosphere was tense, and I remained quiet, observing everything.

I thought it might be a prank, considering it was my birthday.

But then,

Was it really a prank?

I suddenly remembered my mother-in-law's ominous threat, and my face twisted in sheer horror.

“Has it come to pass?” I whispered to no one in particular.

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“Why are you here?” She hissed, her voice low but filled with venom.

It was my birthday, and I had dared to join the family gathering. She had summoned me away from the laughter and music under the pretense of needing help.

“I've warned you, Samantha,” she spat. “You're not fit for my son and will never be. So stop daydreaming about marrying him!”

“But, mother-in-law…” I tried to protest.

“Don't call me that!” she snapped, shoving me back with the weight of her body.

“You're an orphan. A pauper. Nothing but a plaything he'll discard once he finds his true mate. Show your face again, and I'll make sure you meet your end on your birthday, finally lost in that happily ever after world you keep fantasizing about!”

Without waiting for my response, she walked away. Her large frame hitting me as she left the kitchen.

For a moment, I stood there. Her words replaying over and over in my head.

‘End on your birthday…’ The words clung to me like a curse.

I forced myself to walk back towards the laughter spinning in from the hall. The family's voices could be heard in unison, toasting and celebrating.

Indeed, I had been warned, but I needed to see him.

Alpha Kelvin.

My eyes searched desperately,