Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – I Woke Up For This?

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Book 4 of The Rogue Beginnings Series

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Evie

As I stood in the pack dining room, with the breakfast dripping down my face and the sounds and stares of pack members quietly laughing at my humiliation, I thought back to what my first major mistake was this morning.

Getting out of bed. That was my mistake.

I had been awake less than two hours, and I was already over this day completely. I should have obeyed my instincts, curled in a ball in my blankets and dealt with the consequences of me missing work later.

The next time my instincts told me to do something, I wouldn’t ignore them…

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One and half hours ago

At the sound of the cuckoo singing from my simple alarm clock, I was internally debating whether being late for my duties was worth the 15 minutes of extra sleep. Probably not, but I was actually warm and cozy like a lil’ burrito in my mass of blankets.

The dumb bird alarm won out eventually and I hit the dismiss button, stretching my limbs out. I may not have had a bedframe, but my mattress on the floor was beyond comfortable and huge, a king-size which just about fit in my room and my own absurdly long 6’5 figure. It was like sleeping on a cloud and it was just getting thrown out a few years ago! I had salvaged it first, a rare occasion as I was almost never the first to grab up any of the spare furniture. It was like new and came with the most wonderful earthy and aromatic spicy scent, like cinnamon, nutmeg and fresh sweet tree sap. The smells were long gone by now, but I enjoyed them while they lasted.

The air in my room was a little chilly again. I had already asked for the heating to be looked at three times now, but I just had to admit to myself that I was never going to be high on anyone’s list of priorities in this place. If anything, I was probably bumped straight to the bottom of the list and I was worried if I asked again, I’d be knocked off of the repair list altogether.

All I could do was pray that someone would fix the damn radiator before winter kicked in properly. It was the start of November, currently, and I could bear it for now, but I would freeze when the temperature really started to plummet. No amount of wrapping up in blankets would help in the middle of January winters.

Unlike most werewolves in the Two Moons pack, scratch that, all werewolves here in this pack, I had no wolf to help keep me warm.

I was 23 and had never heard the slightest whisper of my wolf. I was obviously a werewolf, my scent couldn’t deny that. I had better healing than the humans in our pack and a better immune system too. Plus the tiny scar on my finger where I had tried to touch silver, just to prove to myself I was a wolf, still lingered.

Wolves, and vampires for that matter, were susceptible to the burning effect silver had on our skin from birth and it had stung like a b***h, more so than I had overheard the warriors describe. Silver reacted to our skin like a chemical burn and inhibited the receptor nerves that produced the healing response, causing a scar to be left behind.

There was one incident, though.

One time, I think I almost felt my wolf and it had saved my life. Not that I could remember the incident much or wanted to dwell on that particular memory. I did, however, remember the cause. It had been an accident, he hadn’t meant to hurt me…but he had, the Alpha heir to our pack. Well, the elder one of the heirs because he was a twin. They were identical The famous Rolfe twins, Astennu and Badru.

They were cocky, entitled, spoiled and privileged.

ally in Idaho, for a training trip since the end of September, nearly two

up a little in the last few years, not that I knew from first-hand experience. The two of them avoided me like the plague and I preferred it

And I hated it.

dark sapphire eyes, deep olive-tanned skin, shining pitch-black hair that

actually gotten a good look at them in a while. Whenever they saw me, they turned around and practically ran away like their asses

I had

Maybe it was guilt?

and he was 16. But Badru…he had hurt me, purposely,

had pretty much been removed from any duties that involved setting foot in the Alpha family wing of the pack house.

get up or go back to sleep was rendered pointless. I wasted my sleep time deciding and now I had no

my blanket around me to retain some warmth, I shuffled my way to my small ensuite and turned the shower on; hopefully, the steam would

I had in the orphaned children’s home growing up. For one, it was my own, I had no roommate I had to share with and my own bathroom. And it was in my favourite colour, a deep midnight, sapphire blue. It was just a pure coincidence that it was the same colour as the

house since I was 18. I was raised within the small children’s home in the

new residents usually bought their own furniture or had help from their families. I had no such luxuries as an orphan.

another she-wolf, Lucy Maddrell. She was only a tiny thing, barely clearing 5’2, which, at the side of

me as such. All I knew of my past was that I was found as

rogues. But given our Luna’s history with them, it

myself off as quickly as possible, because f**k me was it cold in here

seen better days and brushed out my hair as much as possible. With my freshly dried dark-blonde hair put up in a twisted braid, some nice thick fluffy socks on and a pair of boots – to hide the fact my jeans were too short – I was about to leave. I quickly remembered to grab my small bag with some training clothes in, so I could go do a little work out after morning duties and headed out to find Lucy hurrying out of

wasn’t

and worrying about if

were growing duller by the week. Her skin used to have the dewiest golden glow too and it now looked sallow and lifeless. Even her rich

sense. She was only a year younger than myself at just over 22, so

if they could shift at all. Some Omegas only had a wolf spirit and couldn’t actually shift. I would’ve killed just to have that, at least they could mind-link. Without that, it was just another thing that reminded me how inadequate I was as a werewolf like I

every now and again. The pack doctors had said that it may be a case of shifting sickness,

from time to time. That first shift, especially for she-wolves, triggered a whole host of biological processes into action. So, sometimes, that rush of new hormones and the surge

Lucy had seen had assured her that it would pass after a few months, but if it got worse she should return to them and they could

few more hours of sleep.” I commented, looking down at

“Always nice to know I look as s**t as I

could move like a gazelle with speed when she wanted to get somewhere, though

know I didn’t mean it like that. I can cover for

I’ll be raring to go.” she said,

made neither convinced nor comforted me. But she was a surprisingly stubborn person, given her usual sunny disposition. If she had set her mind on carrying out

out. “But when I spot you

with a playful growl, “I’d punch your face, but I left my trampoline in

for that, I’m putting everything away on the top shelf today and hiding your little set of steps.” I patted her head, knowing how much it pissed her

bustling, and it was only

Balls.

be no ‘sneaking in’. Lucy probably could, I would stick out like a sore

head housekeeper and I wasn’t sure what I had done exactly, but I had incurred her wrath at some point and now she had it out for me. She would overlook anyone else showing up late. I, however, would definitely be getting docked in my already meager