Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 128

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 128

Bonus Chapter 6 – Accepting Her Last Lycan

Lucy

I awoke to a bushy tickle on the back of my neck and a thick ruggedly corded arm criss-crossed with black lines cradled under my head, his fingers threading through my hair. His other arm kept me pressed to the huge body at my back, leaving me tightly wrapped as I had dreamed of since he was taken from me. The number of times I had laid in bed with my arms swaddled around my torso for self-comfort, finding none except emptiness and tears, were too numerous to count.

It almost felt too good to be real. The only details grounding me in reality were the strong musky mountainous scent and the heated tingles playing along my skin.

When I had woken up in the night, my panic had nearly spiked. The worry that played across my temples caused a shiver and not just because my bed was empty, cold on the side I thought Konstantin had fallen asleep on. He didn’t exactly fit easily, but it meant that we were snuggled as close as possible, curled up in a shared ball. The fear gripped me that I had vividly dreamt up his return and now I was waking to the frigid reality that it was gone.

And then came the burst of scent, calming my fears. He had been stood by the window, his eyes closed and a deep frown on his face, transforming him into someone dark and foreboding…

…“Kon?”

The cloud vanished in a heartbeat when his face turned to me, warming to the Konstantin I knew.

“You didn’t leave…” I muttered more to myself, clutching the fabric of my bedspread to my heart.

“I no leave you ever, moy pylkaya piksi (my fiery pixie),” he walked back to me, perching himself on the edge of the bed. “I am fine. You no worry. Sleep.”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

“It is nothing. Sleep,” he pressed a light kiss to my lips and pulled my body to his, lulling me back to a groggy shut-eye…

…It wasn’t ‘nothing’. I could feel it, a pinch of anxiety clinging to the cobwebs. What worried me more was how silent he remained, brushing it away. Did he presume I would think less of him? That was ridiculous, there was nothing he could do that I would belittle him for.

His would be a difficult road to navigate. Not only was Konstantin from an older generation, he was an older generation from another culture; a culture that had never had contact with the outside world.

‘This is gonna take a while to crack,’ Lobelia tapped her tail, pondering through an endless whirl of ideas.

‘Yeah, one giant mountain of a nut to crack,’ I turned in his tight embrace with a bit of a wiggle. ‘What we need is a distraction.’

‘You could show him our boobs?’ She finally settled on. ‘It’s a superficial distraction, but work with what we got, little goose.’

I rolled a set of internal eyes. He needed a bigger distraction than what my chest could afford, but they could play a small part in the idea I had forming. Konstantin had told me about his home, staya Ognennoy Gory (Fire Mountain pack), and the hot springs there. I couldn’t go to the ones in the north of our territory, considering what happened with Evie and Badru in those springs. It felt awkward and weird to go somewhere they had been so intimate, even if it was only partially due to Alpha Badru’s fat mouth.

There was another hot spring pool further away in the southwest. They were shallower, wider and had no rock cover that the northern site afforded, but I had a large lycan male to shelter me with his overreaching frame.

Konstantin was out, the dark circles easing from his lack of sleep, and I didn’t dare wake him or spoil the little peace he had found, but I needed the bathroom, and breakfast to boot. After some gentle wriggling, I freed up his grip and by the time I had finished in my en suite, showering quickly, he hadn’t moved.

It would be a nice gesture to come back with breakfast for him, so he could eat in privacy. Even so, I couldn’t just wake him to let him know where I was going, he needed his rest. I paused as I was about to write a note, remembering he didn’t know written English… would he understand the written word ‘breakfast’? I couldn’t leave him without any idea where I went either; just waking up without him in bed in the early hours had flooded ice in my veins momentarily, and he had been in the room. So I couldn’t do the same to him. He’d done enough living in anxiety in his life.

I wouldn’t be able to string a sentence together in Russian that would make sense to him, but I could write a single word which would hopefully let him know what I was up to.

Looking it up on my phone, I scrawled завтрак meaning breakfast on a piece of paper, with a little heart after because I was feeling cheesy, and left it on the nightstand, folded, so it would be the first thing he saw in his line of sight.

And I knew the perfect dish I wanted to cook: a twist on eggs benedict, with vodka tomato sauce instead of hollandaise, and mozzarella. I also had a fruit loaf stashed away that I had made in a fit of stress baking that could be toasted up on the side. It would still be whole and intact in the kitchen after my warning to the staff in said kitchen that if they touched my fruit loaf before I cut into it, people would be getting ping-ponged in the head with a wooden spoon.

The main pack kitchen hung in a mix of busy and quiet, but it was the backwards glances towards the smaller side kitchen that plucked at my attention. With her back facing the room through the double glass doors on a stool, the long dark blonde waves and enviously tall frame could belong to no one other than Evie.

When the door clicked open, her gaze flicked over her shoulder to me, a creamy tang scent wafting from the tub in front of her.

The raspberry yoghurt she was eating wasn’t enough for a pregnant she-wolf, so I offered to share some of the poached eggs that were boiling away, providing they didn’t stir her nausea and minus the vodka part of the tomato sauce.

What I wasn’t expecting was the little black and white picture she slid in front of me, her sonogram!

“Does your dad know you got this? He didn’t say anything,” my thumb traced over the little bean shape.

“No, it was a last-minute thing… before Astennu and Badru left,” she sighed, a frown down turning her lips.

So they had left already… to help the other rogues.

peered over my shoulder to make sure there weren’t any eavesdroppers, lowering her voice. “Distract

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Konstaintin’s mood from fuming to affection. His eyes flitted over the little picture, the pallid grey of his irises retreating to the pretty smokey blue tones I adored. Evie was right, he didn’t like what she was up to, vehemently. The two were as stubborn as each

already had an idea for a distraction in mind and now I knew it was the perfect time for it. I understood his apprehension and why Evie needed

bed, I crept up behind him where he rested on the edge, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. “I want to take you out today,

keep me from marching after my daughter,” he stated. It wasn’t

getting past you,” I kissed his cheek. “I wanted to do it anyway. Will you let

his serious

hot springs, like

bare mention worked like a

short distance between our bodies. I happily accepted, even though it drowned me like a dress, loving the sensation of being bathed in his scent. It was part of his pack’s customs that I wanted to embrace. Lycan males would gift their scent to

Lobelia flashed me the mental image of our mate wearing one

pulled me to stand up on the bed and, for the first

myself. “Oh, nothing, it’s just… I don’t have anything to

the wrap that was thrown over the back of

It was the very wrap

off the bed,

might be tiny, but it comes with

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late, it would be a hell of a run back while tired… and I planned on being tired after the hot springs. There were plenty of trails

a lap dog by comparison to Konstantin’s humongous lycan form. We had run the trails together for hours, the early morning sun dappling

you ready for a soak?’ My ginger wolf bounced on our paws at

he shifted, stepping into the edge of the heated pool. I shifted back to my naked human form in his hold, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing the damp strands of his

gravitated towards each other and the world swirled away, the cold of the air no longer registering. His tongue curled with mine so effortlessly and so in sync, it could have been a rehearsed

focus and I blushed, realising what it was, his very

his upper half out of the water. His large hand traced the curve of my lower back and down, smoothing over the round of my ass and back up again. Slowly,

ruining the mood and even angering my mate, I had to ask the

you tell me?” I twirled the tip of my finger around his chest hair. “What woke you

further away. For a terrible brief second, I thought he would hold

…He didn’t.

voice was clear despite his whisper. “Your room smells of you… but

‘o’ formed on my lips. “We can

offer, but if it eased a little of the PTSD that

not protect my daughter,” he continued, unable to meet my eye. “That wolf would take her from her cell and I couldn’t stop it. If I no find her, she would have never been taken.

you more than anyone and I know she feels safe with you. The man that

to argue and refute my logic, but didn’t have the right words for his argument. His thoughts right now weren’t based on logic and were

wolf suggested, nudging my hand. ‘So he knows he can talk

what it was as he

“It’s a-”

and it was

“Kon… is it Heather?”

something told me it was

said

similarities had been drawn, not in comparison or competition of our qualities, but the likenesses, especially that of our wolves, were numbering beyond coincidence. Was it possible that some

Lobelia,” I tightened my little finger with his. “You promise me, you won’t block me out again. It doesn’t matter what time or where, you wake me up and tell me what’s going through that head of yours,” I

will try,” he nuzzled closer, a

to say or do to make you feel better, but

in his sweet flames and fresh scent of crisp mountainous air. The honeyed

brushed beneath me, gliding along my thigh and seeking the warmth of my body. I wanted more, more than we had shared up to this point, I wanted more than his tongue, I wanted to go all the way… however much the prospect of his size intimidated me. I could barely fit him

may need a moment of silence for

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