Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 66

Bonus Chapter 3 – You Avoid Me?

Lucy

Each time the memory played in my mind, my heart hammered in my chest, my pulse echoed in my ears and my lips tingled. I could scarcely believe I had done it, kissed him, Konstantin.

Just his name dancing silently on my tongue sent ripples of a strange electricity through my chest. How could he have ingrained himself in my heart so quickly? He hadn’t forced his way into it or demanded my affections. All he had done was quietly appreciate my company, as though that was enough for him.

His scent of crisp yet musky mountainous air had lulled me to sleep, draped on my figure from his t-shirt. I could almost taste him all over again, triggered only by that scent, and his face had graced my dreams, chasing away all my fears.

For five long months, my dreams had consisted of Finley, using and taunting me, parading women to hurt me, showing me love only to shatter it, and in darker nightmares, looming over me to attack. But with Konstantin’s scent enveloping me, all those horrid images dissipated into a fog, replaced for the first time by his large and comforting arms, his gentle eyes, and those soft lips.

I had fallen for him so fast, so hard… it terrified and excited me. I swore I wouldn’t be swept up in a mate bond again, that if by some miracle I was granted a second chance, I wouldn’t allow myself to dream for a moment of happily ever afters until I was sure. And I had willingly broken that resolve the moment he returned my wrap, the moment our fingers brushed.

Helping Evie pack as she had for my heat, I was in a daze, not focusing on what I was folding or on what Evie was packing. A whole mariachi band could have passed through her room dressed as pickles and I doubt I would have even noticed. That was, till Evie had shaken me from my daydreaming, asking what had happened.

“Have you seen him since?” Evie lifted her head, focusing behind me.

“No?”

But the pleasant ripple down my spine told me. I could feel a gaze on my back, heated, intense and I utterly loved it in an instant.

“Now’s your chance,” she spun me around. “He’s right there.”

And there he was, his deep grey-blue eyes focused solely on me, only shifting when Evie waved and climbed through the window to greet him. One of the Alphas stood behind him, Astennu I guessed, giving Evie and Konstantin a moment to speak as father and daughter.

I handed Evie her bag and followed her out of the window, closing it shut behind me knowing she had everything and no reason to go back in.

I felt each thud of my heart, looking up into Konstantin’s captivating face, his wonderful curls of mountain scent reaching out to pull me to him with no effort on his part.

‘Say it,’ Lobelia urged, knowing the words that lingered on the tip of my tongue. ‘You practised it enough. It’ll mean so much to him.’

“D-dobroye utro (good morning),” I bit my lips together, hoping I had said it right.

A small twitch of his lips under his beard told me I had gotten it correct and he repeated it back.

‘What?’ I felt my mouth pout as I caught Evie’s teasing smile. ‘I spent all last night and some of this morning trying to learn that.’

I stood far back, to give them their chance to speak, feeling Konstantin’s gaze follow my hips’ natural sway. He and Evie had only just been reunited and now needed to part.

As I saw the two of them break away, a black jeep pulled up, driven by the other Alpha, Badru. Although there seemed to be some ridiculous disagreement between who would drive: Evie adamant that she do it, and Badru equally determined to stay in the driver’s seat.

“Would you let her drive?” I switched my sights between each twin. Both had a sheen of sweat on their brows and an agitation to their limbs. ”Neither of you look as though you should be behind the wheel at all.”

As soon as I had said it, I regretted it. Evie had that silly sly smile, and the Alpha twins were doing their best to shove down a grin.

“Don’t you dare say it. I heard the tone, I know.”

‘Thanks for the assist, mom,’ Evie just couldn’t help herself, pulling me in for a hug before she got into the jeep. ‘Please look out for him? He really doesn’t trust pack, so this is all gonna be a difficult adjustment for him.’

‘I’ll take care of him, I promise.’

‘And bake! We need to spoil him,’ my wolf grew excited.

The jeep took off and Konstantin stood silently, watching it leave, a frown carving through his features. Tentatively, I reached out to grasp his hand. An instinct took hold of me, expecting him to pull away, to reject me, but he didn’t. His fingers clasped tight, intertwining with and engulfing mine, his thumb rubbing over my knuckles.

“She was so small and now she is grown woman… she doesn’t need me,” he muttered, a deep pain resonating in his quiet voice.

“She’ll always need you,” I thought to my own father, how much I missed him and how much I wanted him back to get me through the ordeal with my first mate.

Wiping at my tears before they could fall, I pulled on his arm to turn him to me. “Will you come and have breakfast with me? I make a wicked eggs benedict.”

“Why are eggs named Benedict?” He looked at me confused.

sucked in a sharp

goddess, he’s adorable,’ Lobelia twirled in my mind, as completely

the

preparing for the day and the upcoming Thanksgiving. I ignored the tiny whispers and obvious mind-linking flitting around and pulled Konstantin by the hand to the small side kitchen. One look from him and the couple of staff scattered in an instant. Normally, I would have been working today. But ever since my run-in with Finley that resulted in his expulsion from the pack, I had been given a leave of absence from my duties, with

flourish, I presented Konstantin’s plate, putting extra attention into its presentation to show him that it did make all the difference. He seemed to find it rather amusing, given his quiet yet

set of steps I used for reaching the top shelves, which doubled as a stool. He looked quite comical, sat with his legs crossed to fit. A huge man perched on a tiny seat, but at least it made him somewhat reachable to spoon-feed him little

pear frangipane tarts he devoured and the cannoli shells were cooling nicely as I made the fillings; pistachio, chocolate and hazelnut, and lime mojito with white

out a sample of

obeyed, letting me feed him

his thumb and forefinger to

“It’s my favourite too.”

cannoli shells, dusting with some icing sugar to finish them off. Taking a sharp knife, I cut a slice off of the pistachio

one now it’s filled,” I turned around, expecting him to still be

tattoo poked out from the collar as well as the hint of darker hair studding his pecs. My mind, and wolf, began swimming with a desire to see the delights lying under his thick long-sleeved t-shirt again. I blinked rapidly, trying to break whatever daze I had led myself into and

of cannoli, balancing on my tiptoes to reach. I teetered a little and had steady myself with a hand pressed on his lower chest, my fingers splaying along the powerful muscle I could sense coiled with raw

hide my flushed face and racing heartbeat, and focused instead on the small handprint of icing sugar I had left against the dark

swiped at the print, trying to clear

I wiped over his chest,

mine, drawn like a magnet, and I strained up to meet him in return. Encircling my hips with his arms, he rapidly lifted me to the kitchen

I possessed vanished with the heat of his body pressed against

sweet lingering tang of the creamy cannoli. His mouth parted and I welcomed his tongue, following his lead on how to swirl mine with his. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled

hands itched to feel his skin. I had seen him once and I needed to know what those thick mature muscles clad with tribal tattoos felt like. A thrill tingled along my skin, moving under his shirt. Working their way up, my fingers played with his chest hair, adoring

back with a jolt, realising what I was doing. I was supposed to be taking this slow, taking our time, and I had

panted, pushing him away and scrambling off of the counter, backing up to

to this

Lobelia complained.

‘I can’t… I’m… I’m…’

idea, silly goose, we’re meant to. He’s our mate and I could feel, he was in to

what I was doing and that damned

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I had stupidly avoided Konstantin for the rest of the day. Every time I thought about that

would it tickle?’ My wolf

like that… and it would probably tickle… it does when we

she chuckled. ‘You could go to his room, you know… for his scent. I need a new hit, this shirt of his is starting

what? I came to collect your

us

Konstantin’s shirt draped on my figure. I did want his fresh scent, I wanted it badly. It was my own personal drug

My wolf won.

door, knocking lightly upon the wood. Every ounce of common sense was telling me this was

opened wide… and what

solid

in the trail of dark blond chest hair that led

goddess blessed him with

deep but quiet voice snapped my bright red face and wide eyes back to

moon, he knew I

of where to look. Was it always this warm

of his finger lifted my

yelled, clenching onto his

as he walked back towards the bed. I was granted an uninterrupted

he called over his shoulder. “Whichever

and slammed the door, leaning back against it

Evie had asked me to look out for him

under the sheets,

that now I was here… what the hell

each of his tattoos?’ My wolf listed