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.

was it about she-wolves and their horniness? I would concede that I may class myself in that

chica. Tell papi Ruso, hola.

back into

looked up from throwing a log on the fire and stoking up

“Just Catalina.”

contorted in irritation. A suppressed smile made its way onto my face at his

away, stoking the fire with

pants,’ I grimaced in

sharply, shaking his head. ‘She

fire poker clanged

chanted. ‘I know it’s mean, but he’s such a cute nugget when he flusters

joking. But in all honesty, she may actually drop on the-” my words were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open, a sparse flurry of steam following

need of a good trim, to neaten and tidy him up. The one thing that was most apparent and had been hiding under his layers previously, were tattoos,

so my fingers could trace the thin lines. “I did them myself. I learnt as boy from my papa (father). He would do many for other wolf males, one for each year

his sleeve up, noting how they grew

as my father lifted up his shirt and

It is because I do with right hand,” the simple answer,

started low on his wrist and moved up to his shoulder, the tattoo there being much larger with more intricate lines. They descended down his

double-count the lines, making sure I had the number correct. “And how

after first shift,” he slipped his arm back into his shirt and pulled it down. I had also spotted the couple of scars littering

his age,’ Evva wagged adoringly at our father. ‘We need

scissors or a

it should all be in there for him,’ Astennu nodded his head to

and the comb and walked

protest, struggling to

just as stubborn as you,” I shoved him into the seat by the

the small dining table, plopping myself in front of him on the cushy pad and draping the towel across our laps. He reached out to cup my cheek, sinking into one

met… I didn’t know at time, I didn’t understand. She told me later,” he sighed deeply, glancing down at the locket I had hung around my neck the moment he had given it

wiped the tear that slipped from 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.

her home, Tundra River pack. It sits on Yukon

the Alaskan packs?” My mates beat me to

other packs. They had a reputation for their ferocity, and it was widely known that even rogues kept their distance from them. Outsider

wanted me gone and threatened me with death. It did not help I would not 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

that sound like?’ Evva hollered in exaggerated wonder. And judging by the identical sly smirks on

me, determined to win me over. Her singing was beautiful,” he sighed, and I almost took

that she did, that I could have

“She did, a flute.”

fiddled with my locket, having finished trimming and neatening his

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

father drew my attention

and sound like a screeching cat. Is

chuckled, “I’m afraid so. I tried once with you and made

weary exhale. “Heather sadly let it slip what I was, she did not mean it. She had much 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 would use our bond to make me do anything he said. To keep her safe, I would have done anything… so we ran. One thing her Alpha hated more than outsider, was deserter.

began,” he coughed, clearing his throat. “One thing led to another; Heather found she was pregnant, with

struck me, harshly, fresh tears springing up

my cheeks. “The morning her labour began, sky was golden, we had a beautiful forest around us, and I had never been more terrified in my life. But that

his face lit

needed. Hunting was becoming harder and I needed to travel further away. I couldn’t bring myself to leave your sides to hunt, scared her Alpha would find us. She was growing weaker because I was failing her, failing

have struggled,” Badru tried to reaffirm, but my

not fail, then why

those

Tundra River pack wolves found us… I tried to hold them back, but it was Heather they wanted, to make example that no one abandons their pack. They didn’t care about me. That is where this happened,” his finger ran along the scar on

I touched silver to see if my skin would react to

affects lycan far

Astennu asked, an

It felt like I had been set fire to from inside, like I was having my first shift again, and that was

didn’t start you on wolfsbane training,” Badru rubbed

lycan, but considering the silver scar on my finger, I wasn’t sure I wanted to test

you out there and not knowing where. It had rained while I was out, 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

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