Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 127

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 127

Bonus Chapter 5 – Accepting His Fiery Alpha – II of II

Catalina

‘I cannot believe he did that at the table, in front of our papá!’ Chila buried her head under her paws, replaying the dinner over and over in her mind.

I had been so overly confident that I could handle anything Diego flung, but I had been sorely underprepared. My brother loved him, that much was obvious. Thiago had a penchant for mischief that ran a mile, so the two of them were kindred spirits in that regard. My mother was a little surprised at first, not expecting Diego’s roughened and pierced outer wrappings. Nevertheless, she knew I would not be talked out of anything I had set my mind on and had accepted him into the fold.

My father would be a separate battle, one which I would win. I loved him dearly and always would, but he placed my sister, Beth, and me on high pedestals, where nothing and no one would ever be good enough. In his eyes, we could do no wrong and anything that fell short of his version of perfect for us was deemed unworthy.

Had this been two years ago, Diego would have received a more hostile reception than my sister’s mate had. The fact my father had held his tongue and his fists so far showed the distance he had come, but he needed to do better and truly see how close he came to f*****g up royally with Beth.

“So, papá,” because I couldn’t say papi anymore, thanks to my mate, without turning cherry red. “Are you gonna throw Diego out? Demand he stays away from me?”

“Mija…” his weary tone warned. He slammed the dishwasher closed and gripped the side of the green granite kitchen counter. “How many times do we need to go through this?”

“Maybe a couple more because every time you look at him, I can see you thinking about popping his head off,” I palmed my hips in a defiant stance, dropping the pose instantly when I realised I was mirroring my mother.

“I’m trying, mija. I’m letting him stay in our home, aren’t I? I’m not shipping him away from you into the pack house.”

I blew out a loud sigh, because he was trying, but he could do more, see more.

“She thought about it, you know, Beth,” I side-eyed my father, hovering by the archway where we were alone in the kitchen. “She talked to me about running away with her mate, going rogue. If he didn’t have a sister he’d be leaving behind, she would have. Diego ran away because his father wanted to force him into a life that wasn’t for him and look what happened. What if that had been Beth… or me?”

The horror painted itself instantly at the thought of either of us falling into such a trap, a trap that would have looked so innocuous and innocent.

“Diego is a good wolf… he took six darts of wolfsbane to keep me safe without a second thought and it could have killed him. You owe that man.”

I left him alone with his thoughts. My father was not one to come to an epiphany and admit his mistakes in the same breath they were presented. He was pugnacious, hot-tempered, stubborn, brash, difficult, pushy…

‘So… us?’ My wolf deadpanned.

‘Fine! I know where we get it from, ok?’

Through in the foyer, Thiago and Leah were saying their goodbyes. Our dinner and family time had run well into the evening and I was beginning to feel the jetlag catching up with me.

“I’ll see you later, Cata,” my brother tried to poke my side, but I dodged. “And you better have my $50.”

“What?! No way!” He didn’t win the bet, I did. ‘Diego pissed dad off in the first sentence, way under the three minutes you said.’

The two of us had made a dumb bet over text message while I was in the air, but I’d be damned if I let Thiago think he had won.

‘Nuh-uh,’ he argued. ‘Diego did that whole introduction bowing thing and then pissed him off. That was three minutes in.’

‘Was it hell! If anything, neither of us won. Go home before I stuff you like a banana leaf.’

‘Whatever. You know I’m right,’ he grinned like an i***t and left with his mate.

“Noche, mamá, (night, mom),” I mumbled through a yawn and took hold of my mate’s hand, the tingles shooing away my tiredness. “I’ll show Diego to his room.”

‘And make sure the bed is turned down real good,’ Chila bounced on her paws, impatient to get up the stairs.

“Descansa, mija (rest well, dear). And don’t be getting lost on the way,” she replied in a knowing tone. ‘Wait until your father has gone to bed before you start sneaking, please?’

‘Mother!’

But she didn’t answer and glided away into the house, heading towards the kitchen.

“What was that about $50?” Diego asked once we were upstairs and out of earshot.

“Uh… it was kind of a bet. We know what our dad is like and my bet was that the vein on my dad’s temple would be throbbing by your first sentence. Thiago thought it’d take you a little longer and bet within three minutes.”

“You were betting on me?” And when he said it aloud, I realised how shitty it sounded.

it might be in

should have told me…” he turned to me outside his room and the pained look he flashed dropped my stomach like

in surprise…

my lips, the grip of his fingers digging into my

in his heat and left only instinct behind. I raised on the balls of my feet to meet his lips that

my cheek instead, a husky

through the air to trail after his, stumbling to a halt before my brain caught up. That damn smirk of his was back, the white of his teeth contrasting with the black of his short beard and his teasing smile didn’t vanish until

me out soon so I can put his wolf in his place,’

not blushing!’ My bedroom door slammed louder than

the damn smirk

face is

Damn wolf!

under my skin like this, made me crave him or send my mind haywire.

an occasion to wear yet; a pair of strappy red lace Brazilian cut panties with bows on the hips and a matching see-through red lace bra that fastened at the front with the same red satin ribbons as my panties. I added a dab of the cocoa perfume oil Beth had said smelled great on me on our last shopping trip and ran my fingers through the

me,” mi diablo had

wouldn’t be dreaming of him, I would be under

out at my door, I waited to hear the sounds of my parents going to bed, to hear them ascend the top steps of the second floor and their bedroom door close.

trying to find my best angle. As I was fiddling with my bra, hiking my breasts to push them up, the door swung open and I was caught wide-eyed

His huge grin spread,

my haste, I caught the satin ribbon and pulled it undone,

missing from this moment was one of my

head back in denial. ‘Is this your first time seducing a

everything up close

that view.

the trail of dark hair from his navel to his protruding bulge and display those deep V-line muscles that I had no idea what they were called, only that they made my smart brain go real stupid. Whatever

meeting his mischievous eyes, and his next words could have been heard from the back of the pack house for their volume. “Creeping to my room in the dead of night in tiny underwear? What would

in the house that had missed the first instalment. Pressing my face to the crack in the door, I listened for any thunder of footsteps, namely my father, ready to tear my mate a new one and

grinning madly in the dimness, illuminated only by the bedside lamp, the grip on

which killed my brain cells all over again. “Why would you do that?! What if my dad

bed sheet, the white rich cotton fluttering over the planes of his thighs, laying bare two snakes; the tattoo that coiled around his leg with pretty red flowers and the erect snake that hung

himself into the bed with his eyes closed. But he didn’t fool me for a second that he

He peeped open an eye, his pupil taking in the

don’t know, are you?” I popped my hip, accentuating my curves. “I came looking

chest, the vibrations thickening the air with his dominant Gamma aura in a low hum. Their effect was

his hand and my pulse shot through

my wolf writhed in

longer than necessary to let him sweat for a beat that I may walk away and disobey. In the end, my hormones won and I swayed over to him, intending to straddle his lap, but he caught my wrist and flipped us over, caging

to hearing no, are

play along, coyly biting the edge of my bottom lip. It was true, though.

and brushed over the brown skin of his n*****s. He snatched my wrists in a firm grip, not too tight but enough to keep it interesting, pinning them above my head. His chest rumbled

you learnt then, button,” he abruptly rolled off of me and clasped his hands behind his head in a smug sense of

incense aroma still clung to me, nipping at my sanity, and it

he had

Of all the things, I

exactly where to press,” his self-approving

down a challenge?’ Chila reared up.

control, he had been a step ahead with that smug grin that

skim my stomach and dip under the strappy waistband of my panties. My folds were slick, coating the crease of my thighs. There wasn’t a chance in hell Diego

a moan when the first pang of pleasure hit. I knew the moment it registered with him what I was doing

I could thrust a finger further, an arm gripped under me and hauled me up, sitting me in a straddle position above

guided my hand back, palming my thigh with

doing all the

and a delicious sting

argue,” he stressed each syllable in a way no man

and the few that tried to show they could handle me wound up being submissive to it in bed. But Diego? He had his own aura, his own unique brand of dominance I had never experienced from a man… and I loved

building up an increasing tempo and grinding my ass on the head of his shaft seeping in precum. Diego’s hand smoothed up my stomach and between my cleavage,

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