Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 63

Bonus Chapter 1 – A Second Chance?

Lucy

I had walked the shoreline of Reflection Lakes since dawn, unable to sleep any longer. The air wasn’t as frigid as it had been for the last few weeks and the warmer air had begun melting the covering of snow on the lowlands. Up in the mountains, it was visibly white over and would remain that way till summer.

The cool air blew and I pulled my woollen wrap further around my shoulders, feeling that same shiver run down my spine. It had been growing since yesterday and did nothing to help my already jittery mood. Ever since Finley had finally left my life for good, I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone there. Him? I didn’t know. Just… someone.

I had tried to put on a brave face after the rejection, despite the slicing agony in my soul; a stupid and unfair symptom of the process forced upon me. If I told everyone I was fine, maybe it would simply happen.

‘With him gone, someone better can come into our lives,’ my wolf, Lobelia, soothed. ‘Just you wait, I know he’s out there.’

Strangely, she had never cared much for that man. As soon as our bond snapped into place and our eyes met, when she uttered the word ‘mate’, it was uttered with disappointment.

The night Finley came to my door, I would ashamedly admit for a brief second, I was happy to see him. Unlike my wolf, in that fleeting second before he opened his mouth, a deep part of me was ecstatic that he came to me, that he came just for me… but not once in his spiel did he say sorry.

“I want you back, Lucy.”

“I want this to work, I can change.”

“If I can get past the fact you’re an Omega, surely you can forgive me for making a mistake.”

He hadn’t changed and he never would. In his eyes, I would always be some Omega that should be grateful I had his attention. If Evie hadn’t come at that moment, I don’t know what he would have done. I should have mind-linked for help the second I saw him, not given him the benefit of the doubt to hear him out.

How Evie’s mates had comforted her afterwards, twisted a silly and petty stab of jealousy within me. I wanted what she had so badly, a man that could show he was better than the mistakes he had made. And she had two of them, Alphas at that. Not once did they care that she was an unshifted Omega. Her wolf, Evva, could never have appeared and they would still have fallen head over heels like love-sick puppies for her without the mate bond.

That was all I ever longed for. Someone who looked beyond a title or status. I wanted that man of my dreams that would make me feel safe and wrap me up in big arms; not a hard feat considering how tiny I was compared to most others.

And instead, I had been given a man like Finley.

My wolf was convinced a second chance mate would come our way. I needed a little more convincing. One mate only saw me as an Omega. Why would the second think any differently?

Another small gust blew my way from the mountain, but something about this breeze was delicious. The mountainous air scent was crisp yet warm, clean and simultaneously earthy… it smelt of home, a familiar home that had Lobelia springing to attention.

at the treeline, where the faint wafts of the scent emanated from. Its source was a man… and dear goddess, what a man. Huge, broad, rugged, with a thick full beard that matched his long dark

in relief, as though she

think I could ever accept

bask in

others were with him. Evie, shaking his arm

man… my mate… was Evie’s father…

the moon, was

of his growl, a sound filled with hunger, and the word ‘mate’. My lips formed the words automatically but my voice had vanished and my vision blurred. I wanted to run, to vanish, to crawl into a black pit

again, be thrown away and

my cheek, followed by another. I finally found the control of my legs… and

I could ever

is what

destined to be

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5 months ago

packhouse. Tonight, I wanted to splurge and celebrate my shift as best as I could. That called for some drinks and some fancy snacks with Evie. Tamlyn and Suzanna, unfortunately, couldn’t join

training centre, hearing the chatter of the pack warriors meeting up for the morning session in the field under the warm summer morning sun. I spotted Tamlyn laughing

last night’s shift still sat heavy in my limbs, but I felt as though I could run the borders for days. Such a strange combination of wired and tired all at once. My new wolf, Lobelia, twirled,

a floral print. All I knew was that

why. Coming out of the cafe, opposite the park where I stood, Finley Jacobs with his arm draped over the shoulder of a very

no. Not him. Anyone but

women faster than some people changed socks. And despite all of that, I continued to harbour the stupidest and most nonsensical crush on him

Lobelia uttered, hanging her head, the same thoughts and realisations

in slow motion. His pale blue eyes met mine and he looked about as thrilled as I was. The she-wolf on his arm was all

only served to anger my wolf into wanting

electrical pulse weaved up my arm, settling in my chest. This was it, the mate bond that I heard every werewolf speak about who were lucky enough to find their other

lasted longer, but deep down, I knew it. Lobelia

fleeting moment of calm. He tucked a stray lock of my red hair behind my

What a foolish thought.

my head and he pushed away from me, his fingers raking

to be an Omega?!” He rasped, thick displeasure lacing his tone.

up his ass!’ Lobelia snarled, threatening to tear loose and set her anger raging. ‘Reject him now, you