Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – I Woke Up For This?

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Book 4 of The Rogue Beginnings Series

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Evie

As I stood in the pack dining room, with the breakfast dripping down my face and the sounds and stares of pack members quietly laughing at my humiliation, I thought back to what my first major mistake was this morning.

Getting out of bed. That was my mistake.

I had been awake less than two hours, and I was already over this day completely. I should have obeyed my instincts, curled in a ball in my blankets and dealt with the consequences of me missing work later.

The next time my instincts told me to do something, I wouldn’t ignore them…

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One and half hours ago

At the sound of the cuckoo singing from my simple alarm clock, I was internally debating whether being late for my duties was worth the 15 minutes of extra sleep. Probably not, but I was actually warm and cozy like a lil’ burrito in my mass of blankets.

The dumb bird alarm won out eventually and I hit the dismiss button, stretching my limbs out. I may not have had a bedframe, but my mattress on the floor was beyond comfortable and huge, a king-size which just about fit in my room and my own absurdly long 6’5 figure. It was like sleeping on a cloud and it was just getting thrown out a few years ago! I had salvaged it first, a rare occasion as I was almost never the first to grab up any of the spare furniture. It was like new and came with the most wonderful earthy and aromatic spicy scent, like cinnamon, nutmeg and fresh sweet tree sap. The smells were long gone by now, but I enjoyed them while they lasted.

The air in my room was a little chilly again. I had already asked for the heating to be looked at three times now, but I just had to admit to myself that I was never going to be high on anyone’s list of priorities in this place. If anything, I was probably bumped straight to the bottom of the list and I was worried if I asked again, I’d be knocked off of the repair list altogether.

All I could do was pray that someone would fix the damn radiator before winter kicked in properly. It was the start of November, currently, and I could bear it for now, but I would freeze when the temperature really started to plummet. No amount of wrapping up in blankets would help in the middle of January winters.

Unlike most werewolves in the Two Moons pack, scratch that, all werewolves here in this pack, I had no wolf to help keep me warm.

I was 23 and had never heard the slightest whisper of my wolf. I was obviously a werewolf, my scent couldn’t deny that. I had better healing than the humans in our pack and a better immune system too. Plus the tiny scar on my finger where I had tried to touch silver, just to prove to myself I was a wolf, still lingered.

Wolves, and vampires for that matter, were susceptible to the burning effect silver had on our skin from birth and it had stung like a b***h, more so than I had overheard the warriors describe. Silver reacted to our skin like a chemical burn and inhibited the receptor nerves that produced the healing response, causing a scar to be left behind.

There was one incident, though.

One time, I think I almost felt my wolf and it had saved my life. Not that I could remember the incident much or wanted to dwell on that particular memory. I did, however, remember the cause. It had been an accident, he hadn’t meant to hurt me…but he had, the Alpha heir to our pack. Well, the elder one of the heirs because he was a twin. They were identical The famous Rolfe twins, Astennu and Badru.

They were cocky, entitled, spoiled and privileged.

away, currently. They had been away at Opal Sun pack, an ally in Idaho, for a training trip since the end of September, nearly two months ago. Sadly,

the last few years, not that I knew from first-hand experience. The two of them avoided me like the plague and I preferred it that way…but what I did

And I hated it.

tall, dark and exquisitely chiseled. With dark sapphire eyes, deep olive-tanned skin, shining pitch-black hair that fell in waves to just above their shoulders and a physique that I was certain could make the moon

good look at them in a while. Whenever they saw me, they turned

I had

Maybe it was guilt?

hurt me, purposely,

family wing of the pack house. Like I cared; it meant I could keep my distance from them as much

I had no choice but to get up. It would have been risky, anyway, to go

around me to retain some warmth, I shuffled my way to my small

orphaned children’s home growing up. For one, it was my own, I had no roommate I had to share with and my own bathroom. And it was

quarters attached to the pack house since I was 18. I was raised within the small children’s home in the pack and when I reached 18

house Omega quarters. It was bare when I first arrived because new residents usually bought their own furniture or had help from their families. I had no such luxuries as an orphan. So the little furniture I had is what I salvaged when a guest room was redecorated or someone was getting rid of something in their room and left it up for grabs for anyone who wanted

only two doors, mine and another she-wolf, Lucy Maddrell. She was only a tiny thing, barely clearing 5’2, which, at the side of my huge height was incredibly comical. But she had welcomed me so warmly, a response I had never received much

my past was that I was found as a baby

its welcoming embrace of rogues. But

as possible, because f**k me was it cold in here when you

into some jeans and a sweater that had probably seen better days and brushed out my hair as much as possible. With my freshly dried dark-blonde hair put up in a twisted braid, some nice thick fluffy socks on and a pair of boots – to hide the fact my jeans were too short – I was about to leave. I quickly remembered to grab my small bag with some training clothes in, so I could go do a little work out after morning duties and headed out to find Lucy hurrying out of her door

I wasn’t

one look at her had me forgetting about work and worrying about

used to have the brightest and prettiest hazel irises ever, but they were growing duller by the week. Her skin used

months ago, her health had been deteriorating, which made absolutely no sense. She was only a year younger than myself at just over 22, so

Omegas that had a weaker wolf spirit, if they could shift at all. Some Omegas only had a wolf spirit and couldn’t actually shift. I would’ve killed just to have that, at least they could mind-link. Without that, it was just another thing that reminded me how inadequate

now and again. The pack doctors had said that

usually an issue for stronger werewolves, but Omegas could be affected from time to time. That first shift, especially for she-wolves, triggered a whole host of biological processes into action. So,

if it got worse she should return to them and they could arrange some medication. And like the hard-headed woman she was, she was still trying to grit it out, instead of

of sleep.” I commented, looking down

too.” she yawned loudly. “Always nice to know

laced her arm through mine, or at least tried to, and dragged me off quickly to the pack kitchens. She may have been tiny, but she could move like a gazelle with speed when she wanted to get

didn’t mean it like that. I can cover for you

go.” she said, faking enthusiasm. “It was just a restless night,

neither convinced nor comforted me. But she was a surprisingly stubborn person, given her usual sunny disposition. If she had set her mind on carrying out her duties, then nothing short of handcuffing her

I spot you passing out in your

punch your

shelf today and hiding your little set of steps.” I patted her head, knowing how much it

kitchen was bustling, and it was only

Balls.

be no ‘sneaking in’. Lucy probably could, I would stick out

the head housekeeper and I wasn’t sure what I had done exactly, but I had incurred her wrath at some point and now she had it out