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.

Sun pack, an ally in Idaho, for a training trip since

have grown up a little in the last few years, not that I knew from first-hand experience. The

And I hated it.

describe them simply, they were an exotic fantasy with their Egyptian heritage; 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

gotten a good look at them in a while. Whenever they saw me, they turned around and practically ran away like their asses had caught

had

Maybe it was guilt?

had hurt me, purposely, with his venomous words just because I told him ‘no’. I had been

that involved setting foot in the Alpha family wing of the pack house. Like I cared; it

to sleep was rendered pointless. I wasted my sleep time deciding and now I had

way to my small ensuite and

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

I was 18. I was raised within the small children’s home in the pack and when I reached 18 and was considered a legal adult, I was asked

new residents usually bought their own furniture or had help from their families. I had no such luxuries as an orphan. So

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

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

of rogues. But

f**k me

socks on and a pair of boots – to hide the fact my jeans were too short – I was about to leave.

goddess, I wasn’t

her had me forgetting about work and worrying about if she should even be out

week. Her skin used to have the dewiest golden glow too and it now looked sallow and lifeless. Even

made absolutely no sense. She was only a year younger than myself at just

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 killed just to have that, at least they could mind-link. Without that, it was just another thing that reminded me how inadequate I was as a werewolf

look on death’s door or anything, she just looked constantly exhausted and in some mild pain every now and again. The pack doctors had said that it may be a case of shifting sickness,

from time to time. That first shift, especially for she-wolves, triggered a whole

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, instead of just taking some medication

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

“Always nice

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 somewhere, though I could probably stuff her under my arm and stride there in three steps just as fast. She would

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

I’ve had my injection of caffeine, I’ll be raring to go.” she

stubborn person, given her usual sunny disposition. If she had set her mind on carrying out her duties, then

you passing out in your breakfast,

a playful growl, “I’d punch your face, but I left my

shelf today and hiding your little set of steps.” I

bustling, and it was

Balls.

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

incurred her wrath at some point and now she had it