Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 43

Chapter 43 – What Would You Do?

Evie

“When you say ‘game’, just what exactly do you mean?” I scooted out of Badru’s embrace and eyed them both suspiciously. Mainly Badru because it was both his idea and he was a nugget.

“It’s just a question and answer game,” Astennu pulled away from pouring the third shot and set the bottle down. “You ask a question and the person has to answer. If they don’t, they have to do a shot. It’s easy,” he took one of the small glasses and downed it, barely wincing.

“Don’t you need limes and salt for tequila?” I picked up the remaining shot, giving it a cautionary sniff and taking in the smooth, sweet, spicy and woody scents. This smelt nothing like the cheap stuff I had drunk before.

“Trust me, you won’t need it for this. The pack I buy it from has a really good brewery and distillery,” Badru spoke as I took a small sip. Oooh, that was smooth and at 100% blue agave, I could see why.

I picked up the bottle to inspect the label; produced in Silent Forest pack in Tennessee. I wondered how the wolf paw print and crescent moon from the label fit with their pack.

“How come I’ve never seen this for sale in our pack?” It seemed insane that it wasn’t.

Badru sighed heavily, “one of their Alphas is a former rogue. So, you can imagine why.”

“One of their Alphas? They twins like you? How was only one rogue?”

“They’re mates, and both are Alphas; Eden and… I don’t know the guy’s name, never met him. I don’t really know the story because their pack is all the way across the other side of the country. We only know of Alpha Eden because her dad is Yarrow Saloman,” Astennu explained, pouring out the remaining two glasses.

He, I had heard of. Alpha Yarrow was a legend in the werewolf society, and some of the human societies too, as one of the longest reigning Alphas in the country.

“So, the game?” Badru prodded, looking far too keen. “You playing, or what?”

“Fine, ok,” I relented, hearing my wolf’s snickers of excitement. Like Badru, she was way too eager. “But I don’t know how much I can handle. I’m a lightweight with alcohol and this stuff looks strong.”

I had spotted the percentage on the front of the bottle, it would’ve been enough to give a human alcohol poisoning. A werewolf’s metabolism for alcohol, much like their metabolism for food, was far higher and even more so after they shifted to deal with the energy demands.

“Just take a sip instead of downing the whole thing. The point is to have fun,” Astennu put the bottle down to reach out and stroke my cheek. “We don’t want you getting ill, not that we wouldn’t love nursing you back to health.”

My face heated of its own volition at the soft look in Astennu’s eyes and I was sure I looked like a damned polished apple. What the hell was in the Rolfe genes to give the twins these hypnotically beautiful eyes? I knelt on my knees, so that Badru couldn’t go looking up my shorts again. I would’ve wrapped a blanket around me, but that opened the questions ‘are you cold’ and ‘my arms would feel much warmer’ from the twins. My brain was already a little stupid around them at the best of times and I didn’t want to be poking the wasp nest of temptation any further under the influence of alcohol. No smart idea ever began with the phrase, ‘I was drinking tequila when..’

it’s kind of a generic one,” because I had no clue where to start, “What’s your favourite colour and

obvious,” Astennu said with a slight huff of laughter and a half

tilted my head in question. How was it

he continued. “Like your

just because of your eyes,” Badru answered, looking so deep into my irises I was sure even my soul

Evva knocked

you,” Badru asked

own walls to see the deep midnight colour adorning them. I coughed softly to clear my throat, but my voice still came out quieter

a whisper, so gentle. A

warmth of the liquid heat me from the inside out. Both twins chuckled at my

well have told them, for how transparent you’re being,’ Evva’s voice held an echoing quality,

new confidence. “If you could do anything, any job or career, what

it,” Badru scrunched up his face in thought, mulling over the idea and drinking his shot, even though he was answering. “Maybe art? Like selling my wares at the side of the road from a camper van or something,”

be the weird van guy?” I snorted, unable to see this guy

It sounds kinda fun. Folks could make up all sorts of rumours and I’d move

fuel your murder van,” I couldn’t keep my laughter inside, and slipped

van?” Astennu raised a thick but perfect eyebrow. “You bitched the whole four days

didn’t!”

mind-linked with a smirk. ‘He hated sleeping on the ground and complained that the insects were too loud at

snorting in laughter and falling over sideways. Damn, that tequila

pouting and crossing his arms after

goober?” He flushed at the cute but dumb pet

horses, maybe a

a strong wave of an entirely different heat washed over me, one which pooled and settled between my

despite the fact that their eyes swirled black, obviously

and plum lips. Were they always this tempting? “An

filled with Herus?” I mused aloud. “Ru would never visit! They’d

would they chase me? I’d have

when he’s a nugget,’ my wolf

you?” Astennu reclined back, propping himself up on his

told we could be anything else. I had wanted to leave the pack, to go in search of another way of living and find what I felt was missing in my life, but that was something I would keep to myself. They would only blame themselves, thinking they were the cause when they weren’t, not entirely at least. It was an easy way out, to run from an issue instead of tackling it, changing it. And had I gone through with it, how would I have ever known the two men

realised how close Astennu had