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.

that they were away, currently. They had been away at Opal Sun pack, an ally in Idaho, for a training trip since the end of

that they may have grown up a little in the last few years, not that I knew from first-hand experience. The two of them avoided

And I hated it.

with their Egyptian heritage; tall, dark and exquisitely chiseled. With dark sapphire eyes, deep olive-tanned skin, shining pitch-black hair that fell in waves to just above their shoulders and a physique that I was certain could make the moon goddess

I hadn’t actually gotten a good look at them in a while. Whenever they saw me,

I had no

Maybe it was guilt?

to hurt me accidentally, when I was 14 and he was 16. But Badru…he had hurt me, purposely, with his venomous words just because I told him ‘no’. I had

been removed from any duties that involved setting foot in the Alpha family wing of the pack house. Like I

wasted my sleep time deciding and now I had no choice but to get up. It would have

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

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

within the small children’s home

I first arrived because new residents usually bought their own furniture or had help from their families. I had no such luxuries as an orphan. So the little furniture I had is what I salvaged when a guest room was redecorated

were only two doors, mine and another she-wolf, Lucy Maddrell. She was only a tiny thing, barely clearing 5’2, which, at the side of my huge height was

I knew of my past was that I was found as a baby on this pack’s territory, my

known for its welcoming embrace of rogues. But given our Luna’s history with them, it was understandable.

dried myself off as quickly as possible, because f**k me was it

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

wasn’t

had me forgetting about work and worrying about if

to have the brightest and prettiest hazel irises ever, but they were growing duller by the week. Her skin used to have the dewiest golden glow too and it

was only

21 or 22 for Omegas that had a weaker wolf spirit, if they could shift at all. Some Omegas only had a wolf spirit and couldn’t actually shift.

some mild pain every now and again. The pack doctors had said that it may be a case of shifting sickness, the human body’s reaction to shifting to

time. That first shift, especially for she-wolves, triggered a whole host of biological processes into action. So, sometimes, that

them and they could arrange some medication. And like the hard-headed woman she was, she was still trying to grit it out, instead of just taking some

need a few more hours of sleep.” I commented, looking down at her. The girl barely cleared my

to you too.” she yawned loudly. “Always nice to know I look

pack kitchens. She may have been tiny, but she could move like a gazelle with speed when she wanted to get somewhere,

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

I’ve had my injection of caffeine, I’ll be raring to go.” she said,

But she was a surprisingly stubborn person, given her usual sunny disposition. If she had set her mind on carrying out her duties, then nothing short of handcuffing her to the bed would stop

out. “But when I spot you passing out in your breakfast, I’m

“I’d punch your face, but I left my trampoline

today and hiding your little set of steps.” I patted her head,

bustling, and it was only

Balls.

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

had done exactly, but I had incurred her wrath at