Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 74

Chapter 71 – Who Can Say No To Free Tea?

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JUST TO GIVE A WARNING: WHILE NOTHING IS DISCUSSED IN ANY GRAPHIC DETAIL, THERE MAY BE A SMALL PART OF THIS CHAPTER THAT SOME READERS COULD FIND TRIGGERING.

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Evgeniya

I was doing this for my mates.

These were the words that played on repeat as my personal mantra, even though I wanted to be a petty b***h and tell Luna Qamar to shove it, along with her tea.

‘Just don’t tell her to f**k off again and you’re golden,’ Evva sniggered, despite the fact she desperately wanted to.

‘As long as this tea thing isn’t a ruse to get me to reject the twins, I won’t.’

When Badru told me their mother wanted to spend time with me and ‘bond’, I almost thought he had been a nugget again and misunderstood sarcasm. That was until Astennu confirmed it and I plain wanted to believe he was just drunk. Both excuses sounded more plausible than their mother wanting to be pleasant towards me.

But, I needed to learn to bury hatchets and be amiable to those I didn’t want to. If I were to be the future Luna, there would be times I would have to plaster on a fake and cordial smile around those I would prefer to claw instead. I couldn’t risk a fight between packs, all because I couldn’t hold my tongue. And I could both see and feel what this discord with my mates’ parents was doing to Astennu and Badru. A home they grew up in now felt the furthest thing from it and, while it was inane of me to think so, I couldn’t help the pang of guilt that it was all down to me.

I wasn’t the only one doing things they didn’t want to. The twins had to lead training with their father this morning. Beta Kate was still on her leave of absence for her health. Being pregnant and dealing with the turmoil her son had left behind were taking a heavy toll on her. Leading any form of training was at the bottom of her long list of worries.

Letting go of the warmth of my mates’ hands was more difficult than I realised it was going to be. The security it provided ebbed away, giving rise to the unsettled feeling gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I had forgone breakfast this morning with the nervous stomach ache swirling around my lower abdomen.

“We’re good to meet tonight?” I upturned my eyes, meeting their midnight irises. “You don’t have any late-night patrols to do?”

“Not unless our dad’s still in a pissy mood,” Badru grumbled.

“He’ll come around,” Astennu’s brows creased in a furrowed frown. By his tone, it was evident he was hesitant to believe his own words of encouragement.

“Well,” I sucked in my lips and pressed them tightly together, set on what I wanted. “However it goes for all of us today, tonight… there’s something I want to give each of you.”

“A present?” Badru tilted his head like a pup, delightfully innocent. His twin, at least, was a little more clued in, his face morphing to an expression of raw want.

“Yeah, a present,” I shook my head, my shoulders shuddering with my held-in laughter. “One that will look very nice, right there,” I pointed to the curve of his neck where his nutmeg and cinnamon scent drew me.

Finally, with a more direct hint, the realisation dawned. He spun me around, clear off of my feet, causing my knitted dress to flare. His lips crashed to mine, sucking the breath from my lungs. Astennu quickly snatched me from his brother’s arms, kissing down my neck. His canines extended, the sharp point nicking my flesh.

“Aste!” I shrieked, pushing him back as hard as I could, though I wasn’t strong enough to escape completely. “Not here, you i***t!”

‘That would have been a fun explanation to hand to their mother,’ Evva almost wheezed. ‘Sorry we’re late. Told your baby boys we wanted to mark and they jumped our bones.’

“You can’t ever call me the impulsive one again, after that,” Badru elbowed his brother good-naturedly.

“Sorry,” Astennu flushed crimson, averting his embarrassed gaze to my hand and dusting my open palm with kisses. “Are you definitely sure?”

“I’m sure that I’m never telling either of you anything like this again when we’re outside… but yeah,” I nodded. “I’m more than sure.”

away reluctantly and I watched them disappear into the training

favourite spots, a cafe called Amarin tearoom, meaning ‘Two Moons’ in Egyptian Arabic. We would be out of the pack

the Luna than talk to my father about my heat, it was not my way of telling fate

piped up. ‘Like saying you’d rather birth a

offer me a sarcastic salute. I

of the first establishments that you would come across wandering down from the pack house. In summer, the balcony windows

the ceiling to look like little moons, giving the place a soft glow and an intimate atmosphere. The mixed scents of teas, cakes and cookies roused my

downstairs, one holding their hand up for their check. A human waitress greeted me at the door, not needing my name or who I was meeting, and guided me to

picture of elegance, sat Luna Qamar. With a graceful leg crossed over her other, she was dressed in

her lap, making me

could make any comment.

I’m glad you

wanting to pop. But to my surprise, she remained quiet,

slid off my coat, hanging it on the back

why did I have to say it

me a muffin!’ I snapped at my wolf, her snickering echoing in my

the Luna’s

me: inserting foot into mouth

ended mid-thigh and fitted as an empire line. My thick black tights kept my outfit on the classier side rather than revealing. I had refrained from wearing my

I like tea and any

awkward chuckle blurted from my throat as I sat and I seriously considered nose-diving into the snow outside to escape. Evva’s silent observations of my blundering were

prepare excellent tea without fail,” the Luna attempted to make eye contact, swiping her hand over an invisible crinkle

twins shared many of her features; her high cheekbones, her glossy pitch-black hair and deep golden skin, right down to her full lips. Their sapphire eyes

I accepted the

gormless when it comes to it, no matter how many times I show him. I caught him once making it

time was genuine, imagining the large Alpha being torn a new one by his slip of a Luna. Qamar was no short she-wolf, but

stairs, the same waitress from before, walking over to us with her handheld device to

pot of Earl Grey, please, with honey and

but I knew it was the Luna’s favourite and I hoped it would help smooth the way from the awkward shit-trail

with a large scone

tapped in our order. “There’ll be a few minutes’ wait, the scones are still

the Luna spared me a

the air between us, neither

hate me so

words or dancing around the subject.

like to come straight to the point,”

out about me and your sons

a surprise. And it wasn’t exactly unveiled privately… I didn’t handle the

piano lessons?

see that much,” she answered simply but honestly. “And it’s an excellent attribute for a young she-wolf to have, especially for

could bag a mate?” In her eyes, it was probably so that I’d leave the pack, and quickly too. “Well, you weren’t wrong. Aste and Ru love my playing, but I

a deep breath to bite back my resentfulness

into my tone. “Being treated as a rogue, something