Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 2

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – A Party?

Evie

“Evie? What the hell is going on out here?! I gave you one simple task. Get this cleaned up, now! The Luna will be here any minute,” Janet glowered, appearing miraculously as if she was actually able to sense an opportunity to chew me out.

That was my breaking point for the day and it was only 6.27am, a new record.

I slapped the tray to her chest with more strength than I had intended, making her wince and stood over her with my full height. I was pretty sure my eyes could spit fire because she actually gulped and backed up a little.

“You want it cleaned? Do it your f*****g self,” I almost growled, surprising the two of us. Where the flipping fish had that come from?

But I wasn’t about to lose face, well, any more face than I had already, so I strode away trying to keep my head held high…as high as you could when covered in raspberry yoghurt. I slipped a little on the splattering on the floor, but I held onto the last shred of my dignity, keeping upright, and walked through the double doors to the kitchen, ditching my apron and heading to the washroom to try and clean myself up.

To my astonishment, no one came charging after me to tell me off, or drag me back to clean up…that was a new one for the books. I thought for sure Janet would get over her momentary shock at me snapping back and come drag me back under threat of a report to the Alpha himself, or docking my entire wages for the day.

Hearing the bathroom door clang open, I had internally spoken too soon. I sighed heavily, preparing myself to swallow my pride or tell Janet to go f**k herself. I was undecided. I would just have to see which one I felt in the moment.

But I was nicely surprised to see Lucy standing in the doorway, looking at me with concern.

“What happened?” She began, looking me up and down to take in my state. “Why do you look like the Franken Berry monster jizzed all over you?”

I stared at her incredulously…and out of nowhere began laughing, uncontrollably. We both did. I actually had tears in my eyes. I didn’t know whether I was laughing at her ridiculous analogy or my life being a flaming pile of s**t; probably both.

“I don’t know what you said to Janet, but she looked like she wanted to crap herself when she came back into the kitchen after you,” Lucy grabbed the tea towel from over her shoulder to try and wipe my face, struggling to reach.

I was 6’5 to her 5’2.

I took the towel from her to wipe the pink liquid fully off of my face, carefully trying to make sure it didn’t get in my eyes. One was a little bloodshot and stung a little, though not too bad. I wasn’t the biggest fan of my eye colour, a dark blue-grey. It was as though the iris couldn’t make up their mind which colour they wanted to be and would change constantly under the light around them.

as clear as I could for now. I got the thick of it off my sweater but it was stained in whiter

head back and offering me

in and is asking for us,” Lucy relayed her

my stomach gurgled

fall asleep in my breakfast but at least I don’t sound like

to flick her forehead but she

I made for the Luna. Since it’s one of her favs, I thought it would put her in a good mood for whatever she’s about to drop on us,” she said in her stern voice which came off as cute at best with her height, not

you fancy as fuck.” This girl

she grinned, grabbing my hand and leading us out

catering to larger events. At the kitchen-island breakfast bar, as regal as ever, sat Luna Qamar, sipping her cup of earl

hair hung impeccably down her back, she shared the same deep olive-tanned skin as her two sons and they had inherited every sharp and beautiful Arabic facial feature from her. All except her eye colour. Hers were a rich and piercing brown, almost black. The twins’ eyes were those of their father, a deep sapphire blue that, I swear, almost glowed at times. It was a colour I was often lost in when I thought about them…not that I willingly ever thought about them, I quickly reminded myself. Our Luna was originally from an Egyptian pack, The River Lotus pack that sat along the Nile. She had been raised in England and moved here to become Luna to our Alpha, Isaac Rolfe, her fated mate. Her pack and most of her family were destroyed by mercenary rogues and, from the whispers I had

been only a baby when I

voice was exquisite, a classic British

beamed. “Here, I made us all some breakfast

with a flourish, seeking the approval that most

you remembered,” Luna Qamar praised,

the expression evaporated as she turned to me with a slight

do you smell

pursed my lips in consternation. Why did

I tried to wave the topic away. “So you wanted to see

me in question at my tone. f**k, I was doing nothing to dig myself out of my dumb hole. She already had issue with me and every time I opened my mouth I inexplicably made it worse. Goddess, why did I want this woman’s approval

Alphas are returning home in two weeks. As we missed their 25th birthday here while they were staying with Alpha Matías in Opal Sun, their father and I wanted to throw them a big welcome home and belated birthday party. We’ll be hosting quite

13 days…but I

know I can trust you. And Evie,” she turned to me with a begrudging expression. “You have…your talents too, so I’m

s**t me, was that a compliment?! Who the f**k

Lucy practically bounced in her seat. “I’ll need plenty of help from Evie

She was getting me out of work for the next 13 days and we would get to hang out almost

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