Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 59

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 59

Chapter 59 – Alaska?

Evgeniya

The room Astennu and Badru had arranged for my father truly was one of the best in the guest wing, usually reserved for the packs’ closest allies and high-ranking visitors. Whether they knew it or not, this was actually one of my favourite rooms because it came with a turret bay window. I had cleaned this very room a few times and knew how soft the bed was from taking a sneaky nap.

‘Sleeping on the job,’ Evva huffled in mock chiding.

‘So? Sometimes it’s nice to see how the other side lives.’

It was either nap on a mattress on the floor or nap in a luxurious room, with the added bonus of an open fire. Although, my mattress, unknowingly at the time, came with the combined exotic forest scents of my mates.

My father stepped further into the room, looking a little lost in his surroundings. When was the last time he experienced any home comforts? Simple comforts such as a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, and warm food? This room held all that and more. A large fireplace, already set and lit, crackling away. A small seating area arranged by the turret bay window which gave a panoramic view of the forest and part of the grounds of the pack house.

“The closet is just here,” Astennu walked over, trying his best to diffuse my father’s discomfit. “And we had it stocked for you with clothing. This should keep you going until we can get you your own.”

The light in the small walk-in closet illuminated automatically, displaying the full rack of clothes in everything he could need. My mate removed a few items from the hangers, folding them over his arm.

“Anything in particular you like to eat?” Badru spoke up, offering his signature boyish half grin that gave him a true earnest expression. “We can have anything you want sent up?”

“In my most desperate need of hunger, I spit roasted rat,” my father replied in his deep Russian drawl.

Quite the awkward silence followed and I could tell Badru wasn’t quite sure how to respond, goddess bless his sweet nugget heart. “So… not a fussy eater, noted.”

I took the folded clothes from Astennu, handing them over. “Dad?” Saying the word to him for the first time aloud, that soft light in his eyes twinkled. “Here, take these and get yourself cleaned up. Then we can eat and talk, together.”

“As family?”

I nodded, gripping his hand from where I lingered, handing him the items.

As I watched him reluctantly leave my side and enter the bathroom, I wondered what my life would have been like, had I been raised by him. I could have felt loved and nurtured, just for being myself, instead of what I could have brought to the pack.

My wolf snorted, wryly, ‘we could have been even more blunt, if that’s possible.’

Our family genes had worked overtime on that one already.

To a certain point, I could understand Alpha Isaac and his actions. As he had said, a rogue appearing just after my mother was found, was highly suspicious. Even if he had ascertained, through a DNA test, that I was Konstantin’s daughter, how would the Alpha have known my mother wasn’t running from him? But how Alpha Isaac had handled it was fundamentally wrong, on so many levels. He hadn’t even tried to hear out my father, even if he had held Konstantin in custody till he was sure. Given this pack’s stance on rogues, I would never have assumed one would simply be trusted two decades ago. But, given that he was meant to be an Alpha, and a father himself by that time, he hadn’t spared a grain of understanding that my father may well have been speaking the truth.

There were so many ways the Alpha could have handled this with more empathy. But once again, the pack’s prejudicial mindset towards rogues had played its hand.

For a pack that literally sat along a mountain range, the one mountain it had built itself was going to be the most difficult to overcome.

The whistling call of my phone pinging and vibrating in my back pocket shook me out of my thoughts. Her image flashed on the screen, a ridiculous selfie she had taken with me at dinner on our first day of meeting. Catalina. Goddess, she was loud, annoying and I deeply missed her.

Catalina | You found your father!

Me | Who told?

Catalina | Lucy. And stop changing the topic. Is he a lycan too?

Me | Yeah.

The three dots of her typing her message lingered.

Catalina | Is he hot?

And I knew, wherever she was in her home, a huge dirty grin was plastered on her face.

Me | I’m not answering that.

Catalina | Can you at least send me a picture of your Russian daddy?

Me | Stay away from my father! I’m banning you from the pack.

their horniness? I would concede that

Ruso, hola. I’ll have to free up some time to visit him

phone back into my pocket, blushing and

up from throwing a log

“Just Catalina.”

her name and his face contorted in irritation. A

away, stoking the fire with more aggression

to get into my dad’s pants,’ I grimaced

his head. ‘She really has no

The fire poker clanged

know it’s mean, but he’s such a cute nugget when he

may actually drop on the-” my words were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open, a sparse flurry of

to neaten and tidy him up. The one thing that was most apparent and had been hiding under his layers previously, were tattoos, peeking from under the rolled sleeves of his blue cotton henley t-shirt. They were only on one arm, his left, and consisted

thin lines. “I did them myself. I learnt as boy from my papa (father). He would do many for

the men who got them?” I raised his sleeve up, noting how they grew thicker as

asked, as my father lifted up his shirt

because I do with right hand,” the simple answer, coupled with his raised brow, was

moved up to his shoulder, the tattoo there being much larger with more intricate lines. They descended down his left side, ending roughly at his waist,

you shifted?” I continued to double-count the lines, making sure I had the number correct.

had also spotted the couple of scars littering his skin; silver scars and like the one across his

age,’ Evva wagged adoringly at our father. ‘We need to trim that

for some scissors or a beard trimmer for the room?’

in there for him,’ Astennu nodded his head to

and the comb and walked out, instructing my father to take

tried to protest, struggling to find the

as you,” I shoved him into the seat by the bay window for the

I dragged over a chair from the small dining table, plopping myself in front of him on the cushy pad and

the locket I had hung around my neck the moment he had given it to me. “We were not each other’s for long, but it was long enough

under his eye and grabbed the comb to make a start. “I know not all of it is going to be happy, considering the little I do know. But, I wanna hear it anyway, the good and the bad. So where

22. It was Alaska… her home, Tundra River pack. It

the Alaskan packs?” My mates beat me to the question, speaking in near-perfect

tundra landscape, but they kept to themselves and were not known for speaking or working with other packs. They had a reputation for their ferocity, and it was widely known that even rogues kept their distance

submit. That angered him more. But Heather would not accept no. My tsvetochek (little flower) told me she had gotten in trouble for not doing as told,” that wistful smile was back

could that sound like?’ Evva hollered in exaggerated wonder. And judging by the identical sly smirks on the twins’ faces, similar thoughts were

outskirt of pack for a year and Heather lived with me, determined to win me over. Her singing was beautiful,” he sighed, and I almost took out a chunk of his beard

musical? Did she play an instrument?” I hoped that she did, that I could have some small connection to

“She did, a flute.”

my fingers fiddled with my locket, having

too. You should hear her some time,” Astennu flashed me a little

drew my attention back to

no. I’m tone-deaf and sound like a screeching cat. Is that another

“I’m afraid so. I tried once with you and made you cry. I like to think you

pressure to reject me, to take a better mate, and she argued. That pack, it is normal for them to reject mate if another will bring them more. They called me rogue and I had nothing… it was a whole new world I was learning,” he shook his head. “That is when I was told, I fight for them or I die. Your mother knew the Alpha

his throat. “One thing led to another; Heather found she was pregnant, with you. One song she always sang, you are

me, harshly, fresh tears springing up all over again. Please don’t take

a beautiful forest around us, and I had never been more terrified in my life. But that moment I held you, after feeling our bond grow for so long,

quickly as his face lit up,

I needed to travel further away. I couldn’t bring myself to leave your sides

were in an impossible situation. Anyone would have struggled,” Badru tried to reaffirm,

fail, then

blaming those responsible,

pack. They didn’t care about me. That is where this happened,” his finger ran along the scar on the left side of his face. “A knife made of that metal, silver. I thought

glanced down at my own scar on my finger, from the time I touched silver to see if my

lycan

Astennu asked,

it was how they knocked me out. It felt like I had been set fire to from inside, like I was having my first shift again, and that was from a weak

on wolfsbane training,” Badru rubbed my shoulder, sitting

only half lycan, but considering the silver scar on my finger, I wasn’t sure I

I couldn’t find her trail. This was first pack I came to,” he looked up at the twins. “Your father turned me away, instantly. He said nothing and no one had been to his borders and to go elsewhere. He asked no more of me when he

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