Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 7

Chapter 7 – This Is Our Beta?

Astennu

I couldn’t wait to get home.

We had been stuck in this small space of our SUV for hours. I needed to stretch my legs, and for longer than just switching from the driver’s seat. It was almost an 11 hour drive from Opal Sun pack in Idaho to our home in Washington and I was growing increasingly flustered as we neared our borders. These last few weeks I had been growing incredibly homesick, something I never got when I was away from home, but neither I nor Badru had been gone this long before. Even my wolf, Aasim, was growing agitated and he was normally as laid back as could be. He hated travelling long distance, like we were currently, and would usually curl up in the back of my mind till we were home. Currently, he was tossing and turning, unable to settle.

I was also missing my horse, Heru, like crazy. I always low-key worried about how he was being taken care of while I was away. I knew how much of a handful he could be. Most of the people who covered at the stables had trouble handling him, but all they needed was patience with him. That, and the odd apple here and there, too many though and he became demanding of them. All of my worries were usually for nothing, he always looked in excellent health when I returned.

Hearing the soft snore behind me, I peered over to the backseat to see my younger brother fast asleep and his head resting against the window with his mouth hanging open. What a class act. He was six minutes younger, but still the little brother despite us being identical twins.

The graphite pencil was still in his hand, barely, and pressing against the small open sketchbook on his lap. Whatever he was working on during the drive was probably ruined. He would normally doodle, absentmindedly, in virtually any situation. It always drove our dad nuts when we were dealing with pack business, thinking he wasn’t fully concentrating. But he heard every word without fail.

There was only ever one distraction. One who captured every ounce of our joint attention anytime we caught sight of her features. No doubt, she was the subject of Badru’s focus on the backseat, either that or the landscape outside.

I didn’t care that Evie was rogue-born. I knew my parents’ opinions on rogues; they were never permitted to stay in our pack, not even my father’s former Gamma when his mate turned out to be one. I understood because of my mother’s horrific experience and losing everything to them, though it didn’t mean I agreed. The only reason Evie had been permitted to stay was because she had been found as a newborn and had no wolf to protect herself out in the wilds. And because she had all the markings for a top she-wolf warrior, if only her wolf would emerge. I may have shared my prejudices when I was younger, as did Badru, but as we saw the world, our views changed. Evie changed our perspectives in many things.

in existence to me. She was always effortless and beautiful without trying. She never fought for our attention, quite the opposite. And without her knowing, it drew my attention to her

had just left her there, how I had let my father brush the incident under the rug to ‘preserve my reputation’. I had been a stupid 16 year old and it had been an accident, but that was little excuse for my

exactly how I felt around her. If only

reigning Alphas when the time came. We would most likely take over our pack in the next five years or so. Many Alphas would take over from their predecessor around the age of 30, allowing us plenty of time to fully grasp every aspect of running our packs. While my brother and I may have shirked our responsibilities when we were younger and cockier, thinking we knew everything, as our responsibilities mounted, we soon discovered how much we needed to knuckle down. The two of us still had plenty of time; we wolves were long-lived creatures, reaching up to 150

smirked from behind the

steered the car directly at a pothole, causing the car to jolt and making Badru smack his head against the window, waking him

and looking down at what I could only assume was his

necessary, Fin?’ I

Beta, for heaven’s sake! We used to be good friends as kids, but now he grated

fun.

glanced back at Badru to see a scowl painted on his face,

he’s having a f*****g ball,’

a leak,” Finley pulled over. “And it’s your turn

to the tree line to relieve himself. I half expected him to just piss

I climbed over the centre

to say that in front of mom,” I chuckled. Our mother always threw a fit when Badru cursed in Arabic, mainly because