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.

I need from you,” Evie peered over my shoulder to make sure there weren’t any eavesdroppers, lowering her voice. “Distract my dad? I need to do something today that he isn’t

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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 other in their face-off. However,

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

my daughter,” he stated. It wasn’t

I kissed his cheek. “I wanted to do it anyway. Will

nodded, but his serious

wanted to take you to some hot springs, like the ones you

worked like a charm,

holding it between the 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 their mates and in return, their mate

anything that would fit him,’ Lobelia flashed me the mental image of our mate wearing one

He pulled me to stand up on the bed and,

on the springs and used his massive shoulders to steady myself. “Oh, nothing, it’s just… I don’t have anything to give you that you can wear for

eyes cut to the wrap that was thrown over the back of my

over his neck. It was the very wrap he

him and jumped off the bed, coming face to face with

be tiny, but it comes with

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stayed 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 around the site;

trails

My ginger wolf bounced

our wolf form on our back and huffling at our yipping squeak of a growl. Lobelia licked the tip of his nose and he shifted, stepping into the edge of the heated pool. I shifted back to my naked human

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

my thigh, fading the world back into focus and I blushed, realising

me against his chest where he sat back on the underwater rock, 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, his strokes stopped, swapping to hold me close, tightly but not painfully. His body would tense and when he did, a lungful of my scent

of ruining the mood and even angering my mate, I

I twirled the tip of my finger around his

in the atmosphere and even though I was pressed against his chest, I couldn’t have been 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 it is small and feels like I am back

the small ‘o’ formed on my lips. “We can fix

PTSD that he must be experiencing,

stop it. If I no

look at me,” I tugged up his jaw that filled my hands. “None of that is true. Evie loves you more than anyone and I know she feels safe with you. The man that I won’t name, he was here, eyeing Evie well before you showed up.

he wanted 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 stemming from his fears. These were going to take

pinky promise with him,’ my wolf suggested, nudging my hand. ‘So he knows

my little finger around his and I was about to explain what it was as he stared down at

“It’s a-”

it is strange,” and it was as though he was lost in a

“Kon… is it Heather?”

something told me it was her or something connected

wolf, Hellebore… Heather said it was from her

but the likenesses, especially that of our wolves, were numbering beyond coincidence. Was it possible that some part of her wolf lived within mine? That was

wake me up and tell me what’s going through that head of yours,”

nuzzled closer, a tingle buzzing between our lips they were so

I’ll always listen. I might not know what to

followed, engulfing me in his sweet flames and fresh scent of crisp mountainous air. The honeyed beginning of our tongues meeting quickly

point, I wanted more than his tongue, I wanted to

moment of silence for our

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