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.

ally in Idaho, for a training

a little in the last few years, not that I knew from first-hand experience. The two of them avoided me like the plague and I

And I hated it.

dark and exquisitely chiseled. With dark sapphire eyes, deep olive-tanned skin, shining pitch-black hair

hadn’t actually gotten a good look at them in a while. Whenever they saw me, they

I had

Maybe it was guilt?

me accidentally, when I was 14 and he was 16. But Badru…he had hurt me,

from any duties that involved setting foot in the Alpha family wing of the pack house. Like I cared; it meant I could keep

on whether to get up or go back to sleep was rendered pointless. I wasted my sleep time deciding and now I had no choice but to get up. It would have been risky, anyway, to go back to sleep, seeing as I had turned my

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

I had in the 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 in my favourite colour, a deep midnight, sapphire blue. It was just a pure coincidence that it was the same colour as the

was 18. I was raised within the small children’s home in the pack and when I reached

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

the end of the small corridor I was on, there were 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

All I knew of my past was that I was found as a baby on this pack’s territory, my mother was a rogue and, therefore,

not known for its welcoming embrace of rogues. But given our Luna’s history with them, it was understandable. Unfair and

dried myself off as quickly as possible, because f**k me

put up in a twisted braid, some nice thick fluffy socks on and a pair of boots – to hide the fact my jeans

I wasn’t the

had me forgetting about work and worrying about if she should

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

absolutely no sense. She was only a year younger than

usually went through their first shift from anywhere as young as 16 or 17 for Alphas and some Betas, to 21 or 22 for 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

and again. The pack doctors had said that it may be a case of shifting sickness, the human body’s reaction to shifting

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

had assured her that it would pass after a few months, but 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,

you need a few more hours of sleep.” I commented, looking down at

she yawned loudly. “Always nice to know I look as s**t as

pack kitchens. She may have been tiny, but she could move like a gazelle with speed when

can cover for you if you

I’ve had my injection of caffeine, I’ll be raring to go.” she said, faking enthusiasm. “It was just a restless night, is

If she had set her mind on carrying out her duties, then nothing

“But when I spot you passing out in your breakfast, I’m

punched my ass with a playful growl, “I’d punch your face, but I left my trampoline in my other

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

bustling, and it

Balls.

could, I

Janet had just spotted me looking royally annoyed. She was 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 for me. She would overlook anyone else showing