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.

to wash out the yoghurt, I dampened the towel to wipe my hair as clear as I could for now. I got the thick of it off my sweater but it was stained in

suddenly sighed, throwing her head back and offering me a sympathetic

whirled herself in and

point, my stomach gurgled loudly, having

at least I don’t sound like a

tried to flick her forehead but she dodged me at

her in a good mood for whatever she’s about to drop

fuck.” This girl knew

grinned, grabbing my hand and leading us out to the

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

black 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 overheard other members discussing, she still had horrific nightmares of her

been only

a neutral expression. Even her voice was exquisite, a classic British accent with a hint

made us all some breakfast treats,

flourish, seeking the approval that most members hung on to from our

favourite of yours, you remembered,” Luna Qamar praised,

she turned to me with

why do you smell of

Why did she have

topic

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

their father and I wanted to

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baker and I would like you to head up, oversee and plan all of the menu for the party. You always have exceptional taste, so I know I can trust you. And Evie,” she turned to me with a begrudging expression. “You have…your talents too, so I’m sure you can assist Lucy. Just make

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

her seat. “I’ll need plenty of help from Evie though…can we move her

out of work for the next 13 days and we would get to hang out

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