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.”

chilled out by Winter Solstice?” Badru rubbed along his jaw, the heavy stubble beginning to resemble

“Yeah, in a decade.”

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

same worried side-eyed glance with his brother. “There’s a lot she’s been keeping in, but she won’t see anyone about it. For now, let’s just place where we

the last second. “You heard from either

narrowed my eyes, “I’m

they’ve jumped into bed together straight away,” Badru said with little tact. “I got questions, though,

scarring me!” I

into

I squirmed. “Will you put

hips and thought he was helping. How wrong I was. His hands worked up under

really good today,’ Astennu mind-linked, both he and his

shook my head free of the fog and shoved

to my room for a while,” I started to move to the door and looked over my shoulder when I felt them

but no

run the risk of interrupting

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 a sign that he wasn’t in there. However, my senses were new.

Evva hesitantly nudged in

hope

via the keypad. This time, I

the door creaked open.

“…Hey.”

pair

reason,’ I argued back to my

in?” I fiddled with my locket to give my hands something

she grabbed my free hand and

were still a little red from earlier. I half-sat on the edge of her bed, noticing the hugely oversized henley shirt drowning her frame, my

“Is that…?”

of red. “Um, yeah… he, uh, Konstantin, your dad, gave it to me.” She struggled

“Did you…?”

held his

what I meant,” I winced. “Are you accepting

the shirt that may as well have been a dress

is delightfully

with this?” Lucy knelt on the bed next

it’s gonna 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 thing and it’s non-negotiable,” I turned fully, crossing my legs to face her. “You

serious. There isn’t enough therapy in the world

you everything in detail… not that I’m ready for anything to happen yet,” she blushed,

I hate this

anything,” she continued on, ignoring my cringing. “He’s almost two feet taller than me… I’m

fingers in my ears and curled into a dramatic foetal position. “I can’t! Please

my hands away, laughing. “Sort of. I might need to

pursed my lips in a tight line, trying

“It’s kinda weird though-”

point,” I patted her head, taking my own