Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 61

Chapter 61 – What Did They Do?

Evgeniya

“I do not think I could ever accept another, not after Heathe-”

“Dad?” I shook my father’s arm, confused as to why he had stopped, not only, mid-sentence, but mid-stride.

And growling, in a low rumbling timbre? What had he seen? He was frigid in his stance.

I followed his line of sight to the lakeshore… to my friend Lucy… who turned her head away from gazing out at the early morning mist upon the water’s surface to stare wide-eyed back at my father.

‘…Oh snap,’ Evva looked on in my mind, stunned even more so than I.

What strange universe had I slipped into? My father and my friend? My best friend of five years, with whom I shared everything, who was also a year younger than me? And just to confirm this bizarre turn of events, I heard my father mutter ‘mate’ under his breath and saw Lucy mouth the word in reply.

The moon goddess had to be shitting me…

‘She must have given him a thing for redheads too,’ my wolf nervously chuckled.

Now I thought about it, it was obvious. Both my mother and Lucy had gingery red hair, hazel eyes, and Lucy had always been an old soul and the ‘mom-friend’ of the group.

… I could practically hear all the step-mom jokes already.

And as if on cue; ‘looks like Lucy’s gonna be calling him daddy, too,’ Badru mind-linked.

‘So it begins…’ Evva slapped her paw down her face. And if there had ever been a time I wanted to slap that nugget, now would be that time.

‘I swear to goddess,’ I silently retched. ‘You ever say those words again and I will chokehold you.’

‘Is that a promise?’ He smirked down at me from the side, a genuine fire of excitement dancing within his pulsating sapphire eyes.

‘When that brain cell of his dings the horny switch, it dings it hard,’ Evva pinched her brow in exasperation.

Without warning, Lucy suddenly ran, bolting through the trees. The woollen tribal print wrap around her shoulders billowed behind her, fluttering to the ground and a faint choked sob rang out. My father’s figure twitched, wanting to give chase, but ultimately remained fixed in his spot, not knowing how to proceed. I was about to run after her, when his quiet voice stopped me.

“You… know her?”

“Yeah,” I winced. There was no easy way to say this other than to be direct. “Lucy Maddrell. She lives across the hall from me. And she’s been my best friend for a while… and she’s about my age…”

He gave a curt nod, swiftly avoiding my eye contact, and I could swear I spotted a hint of blush under his beard.

“I need to go after her,” I began moving forward. “She’s not had the easiest time recently. You’re both each other’s second chance mates. Her first wasn’t good to her… it ended in a rejection. Astennu and Badru will fill you in.”

leave us to deal with the awkward bomb that

to the awkward bomb, and you seem to be forgetting I’d be

only promise needed to have my mates’ faces light up and their lips twitch in glee, the pair of them becoming sidetracked so readily. It appeared they shared that horny switch, and

a rock with her face buried in her hands, her body folded in on itself as violent sobs wracked her. I dropped in front of her, on my knees,

him…” she wept. Each word was laboured and fought through her sobs and heaving breaths. “…I’m not fine… I can’t do this again… be rejected… I feel like I’m

hold her close, my eyes welling up and stinging. I knew she wasn’t fine, I knew it had been a lie, but I didn’t know it was to this extent. And neither did I know what my father would do. He had shown nothing but devotion to my mother’s memory,

with your father?!” She pulled away, sniffling and screaming into the air. Her eyes a deep red. “…What

shoulder jolted me in startlement. He held out the woollen

she thinks two broken souls need each other

up into his eyes, her sniffles beginning to calm. She clutched her hands to her chest and slowly reached out to grasp the fabric offered to her. Their fingers must have brushed as they both tensed, Lucy’s sharp inhale virtually

the side, unsure whether I should leave or standby for emotional support for one of them…

can taste the awkward,’ Evva muttered flatly. ‘Maybe just back away

talk,’ Lucy

away, albeit in a more speedily fashion, back

Astennu and Badru. “They’re together right

caught up and I could feel the questions swimming

mean it! I will mentally deal with the fact that my father

is calling him daddy, then?” Badru just

his back, slapping my hand over his mouth. “Just

laughed under my hand, grabbing my thighs

mean she’ll have the power to ground you now?” Astennu slapped my

gripping my arms around him. “The next one of you who makes a step-mom joke is on a

silent, instantly. “Yeah, that’s

Astennu

pack house, since our initial plan had been rendered pointless. Neither I nor my twin had any other plans and, for once, he was choosing of his own free will to go to the

it’s mate asking,’ Aasim huffled. ‘Like it or not, we’re

have much preferred to go too. However, there was another minor issue that

with you later. I need to speak to mom about Thanksgiving,” I glanced towards the door to our wing and settled back to gazing at my ammar. “Things have changed

having one

the answer I needed to find. Because I simply didn’t know

excluded,” all that would do was further sow discord. “But given that the last time our fathers were around each other and it almost ended in a death match, I have no clue whether it’s wise to have

are what Thanksgiving is all about,”

“Only with our fathers, it’s likely to end in the

start things up with Evie. This is gonna be difficult

I

and, no matter what, I had always loved coming back to it. But now? It didn’t feel very much like home. It felt like

door closed behind me, not out of anger, but to announce my presence. I heard the rustling and quiet giggles from

flushed, her hair in slight disarray which she tried to smooth down into her polished form. I could see the

pretending not to notice anything amiss.

half hour,’ my dad frowned, confirming what

habibi (darling),” if my mother noticed my dad