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.”

pulled away reluctantly and I watched them disappear into the training

traipsed my way along the wooded path, leading back into town. Luna Qamar had invited me to one of her favourite spots, a cafe called Amarin tearoom, meaning ‘Two Moons’ in Egyptian Arabic. We would be out

with the Luna than talk to my father about my heat, it was

in worse ways,’ Evva piped up. ‘Like

was offer me a sarcastic salute. I think I preferred her when she was simply a

was situated on the edge of town, one of the first establishments that you would come across wandering down from the pack house. In summer, the balcony windows would be crawling with honeysuckle and wisteria, but being winter, they died back for the

modern mixed with rustic, in a deep blue colour. Small lights hung from 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 stomach awake and I prayed

a couple of patrons were seated 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,

a graceful leg crossed over her other, she was dressed in a ruby-red blouse with gold buttons and a fitted black suede skirt. I was now glad I had made the

bunched on her lap, making me wonder if she was as tense as I

of this, wolf,’ I warned, cutting Evva off before she could make any comment. ‘I mean

I’m glad you agreed

bubbling up, desperately wanting to pop. But to my surprise,

off my coat, hanging it on the back of my chair opposite. “Who can say no to

I have to say it

me a muffin!’ I snapped at my

quite,” the Luna’s

a new record for me: inserting

kept my outfit on the classier side rather than revealing. I had refrained from wearing my locket on purpose. While my mates were hopeful that my

like tea and any excuse to

into the snow outside to escape. Evva’s silent observations of my blundering were

Luna attempted to make eye contact, swiping her hand over

of her features; her high cheekbones, her glossy pitch-black hair and deep golden skin, right down to her full lips. Their sapphire eyes were entirely from Alpha Isaac; a long-standing family trait, it seemed, given the ancient portrait of

I accepted

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

torn a new one by his slip of a Luna. Qamar was no short she-wolf, but by comparison to the

waitress from before, walking over to us with her handheld device to take our order. The Luna indicated for me to

pot of Earl Grey, please, with honey and the apple and gooseberry

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

Luna Qamar smiled graciously. “But with

waitress tapped in our order. “There’ll be a few minutes’ wait, the scones are still cooling and I’m kinda

hurry,” the Luna spared me a consoling look. “A few

filled the air between us, neither of

you hate me

point in mincing words or dancing around the subject. So,

like to come straight to the point,” she cleared her throat. “And I don’t hate

about me and your sons was to demand

I

you pay for my piano lessons? You

much,” she answered simply but honestly. “And it’s an excellent

lessons so that I 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

took a deep breath to bite back my

shitty growing up in a pack like this,” the hurt seeped into my tone. “Being treated as a rogue, something