Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 60

Chapter 60 – By The Lakeshore?

Evgeniya

Astennu and Badru hung back in the room to tidy up after we had finished, leaving me and my father with time together. And what better way, than for a run, our first as father and daughter?

‘I hope you’re not expecting anything as strenuous as running the entire border,’ Evva yawned. ‘I’ve already done one run, I’m shattered.’

‘I was thinking more around the forest around the base of the mountain,’ I looked across to Mount Rainier on the setting horizon. ‘And maybe the lakes… for our mother.’

“I know you said that Alaskan Alpha won’t be bothered about you or me anymore,” I hiked the bag on my shoulder as it slipped. “But what about his heirs? Will they have any grudges we should worry about?”

“I doubt. The Alpha had son, Dominic. He was new pup and could not walk. He would be grown today. They had chance to kill me 23 years ago, they will not care now.”

I hoped he was right. That heir would be a grown man, possibly with his own ambitions, but the Alaskan packs were known for keeping to themselves. What cause would they have for venturing out?

I led us not far from the pack house, to a spot heavily covered with trees, and gave my father the simple bag from over my shoulder. He disappeared behind the thick trunk of a red cedar, shrouded with evergreen shrubs. I heard the rustling of clothing, and the heavy cracking of bones, followed by deep guttural breaths, far deeper than Evva’s and more animalistic at that.

His dark blond wolf, Kirill, stood much larger than mine; he must have near enough cleared 8ft in height. Like my lycan form, his ears and snout were longer than a normal wolf, the fur around his jaw and hackles were longer. His arms were shorter than mine but far more muscular; I doubted that he would be able to run on four legs. Like his arms, the rest of his wolf was densely packed with brawn. The silver scars I had seen hinted through his fur, the one on his jaw heavily stood out where no fur had sprouted.

‘Ok, I take it back,’ Evva’s eyes were popping out of her head. ‘We’re not the beast, papa bear is the beast.’

What I found most odd and fascinating were his tattoos; they were still visible in wolf form. The dark bands dyed the fur along the left side of his body and arm, giving him a tribal appearance. Many werewolves had tattoos, but they were never reflected in their wolf’s coat.

“How come they show through?” My fingers ran along the fur of his arm, tracing where the bands etched.

‘Bazal’t, uh, rock from volcano.’

He must have meant basalt, a type of igneous rock.

‘My father would crush with burned pine bark,’ he turned his arm for me to keep looking. ‘Needle must pierce hair and skin, very deeply.’

‘That sounds painful,’ I grimaced. A normal tattoo sounded bad enough, one done by hand sounded agony.

‘Very,’ his large furry paw patted my hand. ‘But it is only connection to home, so, I do.’

I took the bag from him so I could add my clothes and shift, stepping out from behind the same tree and wanting to live up to whatever image he had hoped us to be. He grasped our face, licking our muzzle and nuzzling against it, just as I had seen so many parents do with their pups.

The moon was already beginning to peek through in the sky, shining in the low setting sun. A few more minutes and it would begin to grow dark, but the landscape of the pack was beautiful no matter the time of day. I led the way to the lakes, wanting to show my father where my mother had been put to rest.

‘It’s a shame I couldn’t show you it during the day,’ I gazed out across the water’s surface, smiling internally at how the two moons reflected. ‘But now you can see where the pack gets its name. We can come back here in the morning if you want and you can see properly?’

He grew silent as we walked, not replying. His pounding footsteps sent ripples across the water’s surface.

‘What was staya Ognennoy Gory (Fire Mountain pack) like?’ I hoped I could distract him. ‘I know you said there were volcanoes, but what else? What other animals were around?’

‘Many bear, huge eagle,’ there was a wistful tone in his voice as he mind-linked me. ‘I did once see tiger when I was 15.’

‘A tiger?! Did it attack?’

‘No,’ he chuckled, in good humour. ‘We stared for longest time, it did not dare come close. I thought I had scared it away and was proud. My father had shifted and stood behind without me knowing. It was him tiger feared, not me.’

of a muffin

few dumb moves, and I pay for it for

asked as we walked

had pack. We had no leader. So, we become own pack and led ourselves, searching for new home,

was taught to us was that werewolves began as humans, blessed by the moon goddess, who cared for her wild wolves, granting their spirits rebirth within the humans that had cared for them and granting the

either it was

Badru

any time, just the two of them, and a first run between parent and child was the most significant. Our first shift and run had been with our father. He hadn’t left our side once and let us use him as support if we stumbled. Not once had he stopped standing

busy being responsible, typing away on his laptop, while I tried to clear up the devastation we had left in our

had my eyes fixed on the

head. Evie was right, he was

blue tonight, flashed darker, taking in

up into my arms, pressing

crept in behind her, capturing her mouth when I released her to focus on the hollow

to reply once we had given her lips a moment of rest. “I showed my dad back to his room and I was hoping to take him back to the lake in the morning so he can see it in the light. You can come along, if you

what about tonight,” I traced my tongue along the

daddy chaperoning,’ Baniti bounced on the

like my dream,” she

My brother whispered in her ear, running his

sweet little blush

know the dream,” I chuckled lowly. “Just before we played ‘keep away’ with your

her face and neck turned

never told us how that went,” my brother continued to whisper in her ear, gripping her hips

of skin inch by inch, kissing the trail of the hem. “How

playing with the zip of her skinny jeans that hugged her every curve. There would never be a time when I wouldn’t drop to my knees in

hand slipped inside her bra cup, massaging the tender flesh, and I skimmed my hands up her sides to flick open her clasp, throwing it to

your voice, ammar?” He twisted her n****e, making her

purposely, in slow movements, unzipped her pants, dipping my fingers into the waistband

to torture the information outta you, nour el-ain?” I kissed the outside of her panties directly above her

wanna bite her now!’ My wolf whined, wanting

don’t wanna rip her panties off and go to town? Chill and let me work

behind me, A-Aste was in front,” she panted and squeaked when he nipped her

lowering the edge of her panties that curved between the swell of her ass cheeks. “Next

slit delicately for her to continue, licking

to pant and I

Astennu twisted both her n*****s, peppering

hitched when I ran my nose along her most intimate seam, drinking in her hot spiced vanilla aroma. I knew my eyes had been enveloped in deep black shades. “Then, I woke

in one lick, a deep growl rumbling in my chest. The vibrations travelled through my tongue and straight to her

fell open, her eyelashes fluttering. After softly sucking on her clit and wrapping it around my tongue, the time for gentle foreplay was over. I nodded to Astennu, knowing what he had

into her entrance, distracting her that Astennu had left her back, and curled my tongue around her hot, sweetly wet and smooth walls lapping up her insides. My hands fisted her hips, pulling her cheeks

lube rattled in my ears and I loved seeing how her chest rose and fell in quick bursts. She heard

it better be her, all over our face,’ Baniti paced

my brother entered her, teasing her tight back bud. She tensed on instinct

el-ain can do it again,’ I winked at her cheekily, resuming

into the double rhythm. Her body rocked between us, trembling. I nipped and twisted her clit between my teeth, soothing her with a stroke of my tongue while my fingers took over the pleasure of her insides,

roared in my mind, beside himself in her chokehold, and it was every measure of control I had not to come. If I was coming