Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 62

Chapter 62 – Is That…?

Evgeniya

Badru rubbed his elbow absentmindedly while he skimmed through and amended the new rotas and schedules in place.

“I told you he had reach,” I huffed a sigh of laughter through my nose, continuing to peruse through some of the books and artefacts on the bookcase. “I thought you’d know that by now.”

The cause would come as little surprise to most, Heru. At the stables, like the impulsive wolf he was, Badru had tried to get a little handsy as I finished up brushing the stallion.

Evva was still chuckling to herself at our mate’s pout. ‘He was warned, our nugget thought he knew better and, of course, he was bitten.’

We had come to his and Astennu’s personal office afterwards, just down the hall from their father’s in the main pack house. It was a space I hadn’t seen before. Their desks were similar but not identical; a huge sliced log that sat upon rustic tree stump legs. And like their bedrooms, the decor was a mix of slate-blue and dark gold colours.

“I’m sure the beast deliberately lulls me into a false sense of security.”

“I don’t think Heru is some mastermind,” I raised an eyebrow, finding a shadow box frame containing an ancient-looking portrait.

“Ha!” He laughed bitterly. “That beast knows what he’s doing, trust me.”

“Hey, what is this?” I stood back from the portrait.

It had been placed away from the window, in a darker spot of the room. The canvas was faded and, in some parts, tarnished. The man was almost visible, with long black hair reaching his chest, clean-shaven and had what appeared to be midnight sapphire blue eyes. There was a look about him similar to the twins. The woman was trickier to make out, except for golden hair and possibly hazel eyes.

“That?” Badru pushed away from his desk to stand behind me, taking his opportunity to paw at my hips and stomach. “That’s our ancestors, Alpha Emmerich and his Luna, Estrid. I think the portrait is from about 1450.”

So these were the real faces of the old werewolf legend. There were several historical and fairytale versions. The various fairytale adaptations painted Luna Estrid as either a vampire, wiccan or human princess that fell in love with the Saxon Alpha and they fought the evil forces, side by side, that kept them apart.

The historical legends were a little tamer.

One version was that they were true mates; the first and only human mated to a werewolf. The other was that theirs was simply a marriage of alliance between the Saxon Alpha, Emmerich Rolfe, and the Scandinavian princess, Estrid of House Skötkonung, to secure a treaty between humans and werewolves. One of the more famous books was titled The Wolf Lore of Howling Woods Pack, focusing on the year 1453 when the two races began to see peace. Although, it was only since the turn of the 20th century that humans began readily joining and living in our packs.

Even though the picture and finer details were faded, the pure look of love between the two couldn’t be fake.

“You and Aste kinda look like him, the same eyes.”

‘For a 600 year old guy, he’s pretty damn fine,’ my wolf also fixated on the ancient wolf’s irises.

“My dad has a journal that’s supposed to be written by them,” he nodded towards the portrait. “It’s been passed down, Alpha to Alpha. Only our family knows about it.”

“What does it say?”

“No clue,” he turned me in his arms. “It’s all written in sassisch, a dead language. There’s a few random words I know, but none of it really makes sense.”

The door handle rattled with the thumbprint pad activated. I had already sensed who it was, though. Astennu entered, a tense look on his face as Badru and I pulled apart. I had felt it through our bond that something troubled him. He and his twin shared a glance, clearly mind-linking. Whatever I had felt, Badru would have experienced tenfold through their twin bond.

“Dare I ask?” I perched myself on the nearest desk, resting my hands behind me.

Astennu shook his head, “I didn’t even get chance. My dad stormed out as soon as I mentioned Konstantin’s name.”

Winter Solstice?” Badru rubbed along

“Yeah, in a decade.”

pushed off the desk and ran my fingers over the almost dry patch

“There’s a lot she’s been keeping in, but she won’t see anyone

your ste-Lucy,” he wisely changed his word swiftly at the last second. “You heard from either of them?” And I didn’t miss Badru’s little suppressed

narrowed my eyes, “I’m slightly terrified to

into bed together straight away,” Badru said with little tact. “I got questions, though, on how that would

I tried to shove

me instead, pulling me into his arms and kissing up my

“Will you put

my hips and thought he was helping. How wrong I was. His hands worked up under my sweater, caressing my stomach and

Astennu mind-linked, both he and his

to melt into them, but this wasn’t the time or the place. I shook my head free of the fog and shoved them away

while,” I started to move to the door and looked over my shoulder when I felt them about to follow. “And I

but no way was I about

the risk

the approach to my room, I could pick up the fresher scent of Lucy’s. I couldn’t pick up the scent of my father, so I took it as

nudged

hope we

I would let myself in via the

the

“…Hey.”

a pair of

good reason,’ I argued

ok to come in?” I fiddled with my locket to give my

to ask,” she grabbed my

than after the rejection. Her skin practically glowed, though her eyes were still a little red from earlier. I half-sat on

“Is that…?”

She struggled

“Did you…?”

I, uh, held his hand. We’re taking things very

not what I meant,” I winced. “Are you

nodded, burying her head further in the shirt that may as well have been

this is delightfully

this?” Lucy knelt on the

be weird, how can it not be? But I’m really happy for you both, I swear. I just need you to promise me one

“I’m serious. There isn’t enough therapy in the world that will help me get over any mental image you put

you everything in detail… not that I’m ready for anything to happen yet,” she blushed, having too much fun with this

goddess, I hate this

on, ignoring my cringing. “He’s almost two feet

my fingers in my ears and curled into a dramatic

away, laughing. “Sort of. I

a tight line, trying to block

“It’s kinda weird though-”

point,” I patted her head,