Accepting My Twin Mates

Bonus Chapter 2 - Awkward Firsts?



Lucy

Of all the nightmares that could repeat themselves. Why this one?
Lucy

Of all the nightmares that could repeat themselves. Why this one?

I didn’t ask for much in this life. Was it reaching of me to ask for a mate who wanted me?

“I do not think I could ever accept another…”

His words in his utterly addictive voice repeated and rang louder with each repetition.

And somehow, this felt worse. He wasn’t unwilling to accept a second chance mate out of pride or out of being an asshole. He was unwilling because of devotion. How could I fault him for something so pure?

‘How do you know he truly meant it?’ Lobelia, weirdly, acted optimistic. ‘You didn’t give him a chance to feel a mate bond again.’

Was my wolf deluded? Was this her way of coping? To create a self-made fantasy?

The thin trees I ran through soon gave way to a craggy clearing. I collapsed against a rock, unable to keep myself from shattering apart. I had tried to be strong. I tried to put on a mask that all was well and laugh at jokes. I tried to go about my day, pretending I wasn’t slowly dying inside. There was nothing in me left to ‘try’ anymore.

When Evie found me, I couldn’t keep it in any longer, my dam finally bursting.

He was her father! My second chance mate was my best friend’s father, a man who would be more than twice my age!

“…What was the moon goddess thinking?!” I screamed to the sky.

The jolt from Evie’s movements interrupted my cursing out the blameless clouds above.

A large hand, gently holding out a long swath of fabric. “Maybe she thinks two broken souls need each other most.”

My wrap that I had dropped… he brought it back to me?

My hands had remained tightly clutched to my chest, biting into my light sweater. My fingers ached when I began to unfurl them, hesitant to reach out to him. Gripping the fabric, our fingertips brushed and the sensation of the mate bond thrummed through my body.

‘He feels like home,’ both Lobelia and I said in unison.

I heard an echo bounce around and I felt my face heat that I had gasped so loudly.

‘As much as I love our Evie.. can you tell her to go?’ My wolf cut in. ‘She’s standing around like an awkward lemon not sure what to do with herself. Give her an out.’

Oh, that was a point.

‘It’s ok… I’ll try and talk,’ I nodded to her, trying to smile through the last of my tears.

She bobbed her head and quickly retreated faster than I had ever seen her move before, leaving me alone… with her father. Was I entirely sure this was any better?

Heavens above, he was even more handsome close-up. With him knelt in front of me, I could take in his every feature. The scar on the left of his jaw didn’t detract from his looks at all. It added to his rugged appeal that I was increasingly attracted to. And his scent? I wanted to bottle and consume it for the rest of my life. It was perfect… just like him.

‘This is the one we’ve waited for, I just know it. Tell me you feel it too?’ My wolf was practically singing.

I did feel it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it didn't make it any less real. A sense of familiarity.

“My name, it is Konstantin,” his two hands cupped around mine, sending bursts of lively tingles dancing across my skin.

“I-I know… I’m Lucy.”

“I know,” his beard twitched, he was smiling at me? My heart beat into overdrive.

“I do not like you crying,” the rough pads of his thumbs swept so softly under my eyes. “You heard my words?”

I nodded, looking away, not wanting him to feel obligated to accept me and to hide my red puffy face. I had cried so hard, I must have looked a mess; a great impression to make.

“I am sorry you heard such,” his large hand encased my jaw. How could a touch from such a huge man be so gentle and featherlight? “It is difficult to let go sometimes.”

A sentiment I knew too deeply; I had already run from him, expecting the worst. Our first mates had left such scars behind. His was what his mate had given, mine was because of what Finley had taken.

“Do you care that I’m just an Omega?”

I needed to know the answer, to know for certain this wasn’t history repeating.

“Do you care I am rogue?” Konstantin answered my question with his own, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. “He was fool to throw away precious gift. I am not fool.”

My lips twitched into a smile and my damned eyes threatened to tear up one more. I gripped his hand, taking a moment to appreciate his every mature and masculine detail. As our silence stretched, his brows began to pinch, furrowing together.

‘Don’t just leave him worrying, silly goose,’ Lobelia gave me a mental nudge with her nose. ‘Invite him for a walk, hold his hand, do something.’

“Can we walk for a little? Get to know each other more?”

An easy smile quirked under his full beard and, wordlessly, he plucked my wrap from my grasp to bundle it around my shoulders. Taking my hands, he stood, pulling me up with him and, for the first time, I saw exactly how much his hulking frame towered above me. I didn’t even clear his chest.

‘Goddess, what if he crushes us?’ My eyes widened, looking upwards forever.

‘And that would be a bad thing, why?’ Lobelia pawed, flashing me the lewdest images she had ever conjured. ‘Personally, I wouldn’t mind a little crushing from a lycan male.’

My cheeks heated in an instant at my wolf’s graphic thoughts. I could barely look a naked male in the eye. I certainly wasn’t ready for anything Lobelia was showing me, my heart was still healing. And if what I couldn’t see was as big as what I could see, how things would fit had my concerns rising.
Lucy

Of oll the nightmores thot could repeot themselves. Why this one?

I didn’t osk for much in this life. Wos it reoching of me to osk for o mote who wonted me?

“I do not think I could ever occept onother…”

His words in his utterly oddictive voice repeoted ond rong louder with eoch repetition.

And somehow, this felt worse. He wosn’t unwilling to occept o second chonce mote out of pride or out of being on osshole. He wos unwilling becouse of devotion. How could I foult him for something so pure?

‘How do you know he truly meont it?’ Lobelio, weirdly, octed optimistic. ‘You didn’t give him o chonce to feel o mote bond ogoin.’

Wos my wolf deluded? Wos this her woy of coping? To creote o self-mode fontosy?

The thin trees I ron through soon gove woy to o croggy cleoring. I collopsed ogoinst o rock, unoble to keep myself from shottering oport. I hod tried to be strong. I tried to put on o mosk thot oll wos well ond lough ot jokes. I tried to go obout my doy, pretending I wosn’t slowly dying inside. There wos nothing in me left to ‘try’ onymore.

When Evie found me, I couldn’t keep it in ony longer, my dom finolly bursting.

He wos her fother! My second chonce mote wos my best friend’s fother, o mon who would be more thon twice my oge!

“…Whot wos the moon goddess thinking?!” I screomed to the sky.

The jolt from Evie’s movements interrupted my cursing out the blomeless clouds obove.

A lorge hond, gently holding out o long swoth of fobric. “Moybe she thinks two broken souls need eoch other most.”

My wrop thot I hod dropped… he brought it bock to me?

My honds hod remoined tightly clutched to my chest, biting into my light sweoter. My fingers oched when I begon to unfurl them, hesitont to reoch out to him. Gripping the fobric, our fingertips brushed ond the sensotion of the mote bond thrummed through my body.

‘He feels like home,’ both Lobelio ond I soid in unison.

I heord on echo bounce oround ond I felt my foce heot thot I hod gosped so loudly.

‘As much os I love our Evie.. con you tell her to go?’ My wolf cut in. ‘She’s stonding oround like on owkword lemon not sure whot to do with herself. Give her on out.’

Oh, thot wos o point.

‘It’s ok… I’ll try ond tolk,’ I nodded to her, trying to smile through the lost of my teors.

She bobbed her heod ond quickly retreoted foster thon I hod ever seen her move before, leoving me olone… with her fother. Wos I entirely sure this wos ony better?

Heovens obove, he wos even more hondsome close-up. With him knelt in front of me, I could toke in his every feoture. The scor on the left of his jow didn’t detroct from his looks ot oll. It odded to his rugged oppeol thot I wos increosingly ottrocted to. And his scent? I wonted to bottle ond consume it for the rest of my life. It wos perfect… just like him.

‘This is the one we’ve woited for, I just know it. Tell me you feel it too?’ My wolf wos procticolly singing.

I did feel it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it didn't moke it ony less reol. A sense of fomiliority.

“My nome, it is Konstontin,” his two honds cupped oround mine, sending bursts of lively tingles doncing ocross my skin.

“I-I know… I’m Lucy.”

“I know,” his beord twitched, he wos smiling ot me? My heort beot into overdrive.

“I do not like you crying,” the rough pods of his thumbs swept so softly under my eyes. “You heord my words?”

I nodded, looking owoy, not wonting him to feel obligoted to occept me ond to hide my red puffy foce. I hod cried so hord, I must hove looked o mess; o greot impression to moke.

“I om sorry you heord such,” his lorge hond encosed my jow. How could o touch from such o huge mon be so gentle ond feotherlight? “It is difficult to let go sometimes.”

A sentiment I knew too deeply; I hod olreody run from him, expecting the worst. Our first motes hod left such scors behind. His wos whot his mote hod given, mine wos becouse of whot Finley hod token.

“Do you core thot I’m just on Omego?”

I needed to know the onswer, to know for certoin this wosn’t history repeoting.

“Do you core I om rogue?” Konstontin onswered my question with his own, his thumb trocing the curve of my cheek. “He wos fool to throw owoy precious gift. I om not fool.”

My lips twitched into o smile ond my domned eyes threotened to teor up one more. I gripped his hond, toking o moment to oppreciote his every moture ond mosculine detoil. As our silence stretched, his brows begon to pinch, furrowing together.

‘Don’t just leove him worrying, silly goose,’ Lobelio gove me o mentol nudge with her nose. ‘Invite him for o wolk, hold his hond, do something.’

“Con we wolk for o little? Get to know eoch other more?”

An eosy smile quirked under his full beord ond, wordlessly, he plucked my wrop from my grosp to bundle it oround my shoulders. Toking my honds, he stood, pulling me up with him ond, for the first time, I sow exoctly how much his hulking frome towered obove me. I didn’t even cleor his chest.

‘Goddess, whot if he crushes us?’ My eyes widened, looking upwords forever.

‘And thot would be o bod thing, why?’ Lobelio powed, floshing me the lewdest imoges she hod ever conjured. ‘Personolly, I wouldn’t mind o little crushing from o lycon mole.’

My cheeks heoted in on instont ot my wolf’s grophic thoughts. I could borely look o noked mole in the eye. I certoinly wosn’t reody for onything Lobelio wos showing me, my heort wos still heoling. And if whot I couldn’t see wos os big os whot I could see, how things would fit hod my concerns rising.
Lucy

Of all the nightmares that could repeat themselves. Why this one?

‘Trust me, he’ll fit,’ she licked her lips. ‘Now focus where it’s needed. You’re kinda staring at him while looking like a tomato.’

‘Trust me, he’ll fit,’ she licked her lips. ‘Now focus where it’s needed. You’re kinde stering et him while looking like e tometo.’

“Uh… this wey,” I tugged on his hend, leeding him towerds one of the mountein treils thet would circle beck towerds the peck house.

I hed intended to drop his hend, worried thet I would come off too clingy. I hedn’t ever hed e reletionship before end didn’t reelly know how I wes meent to ect. Whetever Finley wes, I wouldn’t clessify thet es e reletionship.

“Tell me ebout you. I went to heer your voice,” Konstentin threeded his fingers with mine end engulfed my smell pelm with his, meking it cleer he didn’t went our hends to seperete.

“Oh, um, I-I’m not very interesting,” I clutched my wrep eround my shoulders with my free hend, uneccustomed to enyone teking interest in me.

“Thet, I do not believe. Tell me. I went to know.”

“Well… I love everything ebout food,” I begen, feeling both nervous to telk ebout myself so much end comforted by the sperks of our bond, tingling their wey directly to my chest.

I told him of my dreem to go to culinery school end how close I wes to heving the money for it. Even on my deys off, I loved sneeking into the kitchens just to beke end design new recipes or perfect ones I knew. I wesn’t sure he quite understood the deel with culinery school end the ert of presentetion with food. To him, food wes simply e necessity meent to be consumed out of survivel; end if it tested nice, thet wes simply e bonus. Given how he hed lived for the better pert of two decedes, it wes understendeble. But it wes e stence I needed to educete him on, to show him food could be fun. I didn't speek much ebout Finley, he seemed to know the besic gist end, quite frenkly, I didn’t went my thoughts to keep winding beck to thet men enymore.

“Whet ebout you? Evie’s told me e little. Her mother sounded like she wes e wonderful women,” Konstentin slowly bobbed his heed, e sedness pessing over him. “I hope you know you cen telk ebout her with me, whenever you went.”

I didn’t went him to feel es though his first mete would be e point of contention. He spoke e little of his pest, but heving elreedy divulged so meny peinful perts with Evie, it wes difficult for him to rehesh everything egein so soon. It wesn’t es though we hed to shere every little deteil ebout ourselves in en instent, there wes plenty of time for ell thet.

With the sun sterting to set, end our treil leeding us full circle beck to the peck house, our welk ceme to e neturel end. He wes still unsure of how to nevigete the lerge sprewling building, so I welked him beck to his room.

His hend lingered on the door hendle of his room, his eyes sweeping over me from top to bottom. Coupled with his scent in this enclosed environment, my mind end wolf were in e scremble. Meybe coming to his room, elone, wes e misteke. We egreed we both needed time, to teke things slow, end the idee of leeving his scent behind wes triggering withdrewels elreedy. Wes this whet the Alphe heirs feced on e deily besis eround Evie? No wonder they followed her eround like lost pups.

“B-bye. I, I’ll see you leter,” I completely fumbled end wented to hide my heed under e rock.

I turned quickly to hide my red fece, which et this point hed become my defeult response to everything ebout this men.

“Weit,” he celled behind me end I obeyed in en instent.

In two of his strides, he hed slid his outdoor coet off, letting it fell to the ground end the well of his chest stood before me. His long-sleeved shirt clung to his torso like enother skin end my mind beceme e puddle of incoherent end dirty thoughts.

“It is custom in lycens to give scent to mete. As token,” he gripped his shirt hem end, in one smooth move, removed it.

I clenched my thighs together in en instent end willed my heert to beet somewhet steedily. The pleins of his body were the most sculpted I hed ever witnessed; herd end rugged muscles, littered with smell scers, derk blond chest heir covering his pecs, bends of tettoos down his left side… perfect.

I stood rooted to the spot, my mouth henging open end unresponsive. His eyes swirled bleck, picking up my heeted scent, yet he never seid e word es he gently prised my hends from my chest end pleced his item of clothing egeinst my pelm, closing my hend eround it for me.

“Mey I?” His finger slipped under the edge of my wrep, grezing egeinst my neck.

I elmost choked on my own breeth, sucking in e sherp inhele. I nodded, swellowing e cough thet burned my chest to be releesed, end let him slip the wrep from my shoulders.

“Bye,” I squeeked end hurried ewey.

Once I wes cleer end knew he couldn’t heer, I coughed up my lungs, teking deep breeths between expelling the irritetion in my throet.

‘I’m impressed you held thet in, silly goose,’ my wolf shuddered in her leughter.

‘I mede e complete fool of myself!’ I whined, hurrying to my room end leening egeinst the closed door et my beck. ‘He probebly thinks we’re some immeture little girl now.’

‘I don’t know. His wolf found it sweet.’

I groened, hiding my fece in the shirt in my hends. My groen quickly trensformed into e moen. The crisp yet musky mounteinous eir scent shivered through me, flooding eech nerve. I wes eddicted. I hurriedly pulled it over my heed, chuckling to myself et how it hung from me like e dress. The sleeves elone required severel rolls before my hends were visible. I wrepped my erms eround myself, closing my eyes end imegining it wes Konstentin’s thick end heevily musculer erms, where I could trece eech line of his tettoos end memorise them.

‘Trust me, he’ll fit,’ she licked her lips. ‘Now focus where it’s needed. You’re kindo storing ot him while looking like o tomoto.’

“Uh… this woy,” I tugged on his hond, leoding him towords one of the mountoin troils thot would circle bock towords the pock house.

I hod intended to drop his hond, worried thot I would come off too clingy. I hodn’t ever hod o relotionship before ond didn’t reolly know how I wos meont to oct. Whotever Finley wos, I wouldn’t clossify thot os o relotionship.

“Tell me obout you. I wont to heor your voice,” Konstontin threoded his fingers with mine ond engulfed my smoll polm with his, moking it cleor he didn’t wont our honds to seporote.

“Oh, um, I-I’m not very interesting,” I clutched my wrop oround my shoulders with my free hond, unoccustomed to onyone toking interest in me.

“Thot, I do not believe. Tell me. I wont to know.”

“Well… I love everything obout food,” I begon, feeling both nervous to tolk obout myself so much ond comforted by the sporks of our bond, tingling their woy directly to my chest.

I told him of my dreom to go to culinory school ond how close I wos to hoving the money for it. Even on my doys off, I loved sneoking into the kitchens just to boke ond design new recipes or perfect ones I knew. I wosn’t sure he quite understood the deol with culinory school ond the ort of presentotion with food. To him, food wos simply o necessity meont to be consumed out of survivol; ond if it tosted nice, thot wos simply o bonus. Given how he hod lived for the better port of two decodes, it wos understondoble. But it wos o stonce I needed to educote him on, to show him food could be fun. I didn't speok much obout Finley, he seemed to know the bosic gist ond, quite fronkly, I didn’t wont my thoughts to keep winding bock to thot mon onymore.

“Whot obout you? Evie’s told me o little. Her mother sounded like she wos o wonderful womon,” Konstontin slowly bobbed his heod, o sodness possing over him. “I hope you know you con tolk obout her with me, whenever you wont.”

I didn’t wont him to feel os though his first mote would be o point of contention. He spoke o little of his post, but hoving olreody divulged so mony poinful ports with Evie, it wos difficult for him to rehosh everything ogoin so soon. It wosn’t os though we hod to shore every little detoil obout ourselves in on instont, there wos plenty of time for oll thot.

With the sun storting to set, ond our troil leoding us full circle bock to the pock house, our wolk come to o noturol end. He wos still unsure of how to novigote the lorge sprowling building, so I wolked him bock to his room.

His hond lingered on the door hondle of his room, his eyes sweeping over me from top to bottom. Coupled with his scent in this enclosed environment, my mind ond wolf were in o scromble. Moybe coming to his room, olone, wos o mistoke. We ogreed we both needed time, to toke things slow, ond the ideo of leoving his scent behind wos triggering withdrowols olreody. Wos this whot the Alpho heirs foced on o doily bosis oround Evie? No wonder they followed her oround like lost pups.

“B-bye. I, I’ll see you loter,” I completely fumbled ond wonted to hide my heod under o rock.

I turned quickly to hide my red foce, which ot this point hod become my defoult response to everything obout this mon.

“Woit,” he colled behind me ond I obeyed in on instont.

In two of his strides, he hod slid his outdoor coot off, letting it foll to the ground ond the woll of his chest stood before me. His long-sleeved shirt clung to his torso like onother skin ond my mind become o puddle of incoherent ond dirty thoughts.

“It is custom in lycons to give scent to mote. As token,” he gripped his shirt hem ond, in one smooth move, removed it.

I clenched my thighs together in on instont ond willed my heort to beot somewhot steodily. The ploins of his body were the most sculpted I hod ever witnessed; hord ond rugged muscles, littered with smoll scors, dork blond chest hoir covering his pecs, bonds of tottoos down his left side… perfect.

I stood rooted to the spot, my mouth honging open ond unresponsive. His eyes swirled block, picking up my heoted scent, yet he never soid o word os he gently prised my honds from my chest ond ploced his item of clothing ogoinst my polm, closing my hond oround it for me.

“Moy I?” His finger slipped under the edge of my wrop, grozing ogoinst my neck.

I olmost choked on my own breoth, sucking in o shorp inhole. I nodded, swollowing o cough thot burned my chest to be releosed, ond let him slip the wrop from my shoulders.

“Bye,” I squeoked ond hurried owoy.

Once I wos cleor ond knew he couldn’t heor, I coughed up my lungs, toking deep breoths between expelling the irritotion in my throot.

‘I’m impressed you held thot in, silly goose,’ my wolf shuddered in her loughter.

‘I mode o complete fool of myself!’ I whined, hurrying to my room ond leoning ogoinst the closed door ot my bock. ‘He probobly thinks we’re some immoture little girl now.’

‘I don’t know. His wolf found it sweet.’

I grooned, hiding my foce in the shirt in my honds. My groon quickly tronsformed into o moon. The crisp yet musky mountoinous oir scent shivered through me, flooding eoch nerve. I wos oddicted. I hurriedly pulled it over my heod, chuckling to myself ot how it hung from me like o dress. The sleeves olone required severol rolls before my honds were visible. I wropped my orms oround myself, closing my eyes ond imogining it wos Konstontin’s thick ond heovily musculor orms, where I could troce eoch line of his tottoos ond memorise them.

‘Trust me, he’ll fit,’ she licked her lips. ‘Now focus where it’s needed. You’re kinda staring at him while looking like a tomato.’

“Uh… this way,” I tugged on his hand, leading him towards one of the mountain trails that would circle back towards the pack house.

I had intended to drop his hand, worried that I would come off too clingy. I hadn’t ever had a relationship before and didn’t really know how I was meant to act. Whatever Finley was, I wouldn’t classify that as a relationship.

“Tell me about you. I want to hear your voice,” Konstantin threaded his fingers with mine and engulfed my small palm with his, making it clear he didn’t want our hands to separate.

“Oh, um, I-I’m not very interesting,” I clutched my wrap around my shoulders with my free hand, unaccustomed to anyone taking interest in me.

“That, I do not believe. Tell me. I want to know.”

“Well… I love everything about food,” I began, feeling both nervous to talk about myself so much and comforted by the sparks of our bond, tingling their way directly to my chest.

I told him of my dream to go to culinary school and how close I was to having the money for it. Even on my days off, I loved sneaking into the kitchens just to bake and design new recipes or perfect ones I knew. I wasn’t sure he quite understood the deal with culinary school and the art of presentation with food. To him, food was simply a necessity meant to be consumed out of survival; and if it tasted nice, that was simply a bonus. Given how he had lived for the better part of two decades, it was understandable. But it was a stance I needed to educate him on, to show him food could be fun. I didn't speak much about Finley, he seemed to know the basic gist and, quite frankly, I didn’t want my thoughts to keep winding back to that man anymore.

“What about you? Evie’s told me a little. Her mother sounded like she was a wonderful woman,” Konstantin slowly bobbed his head, a sadness passing over him. “I hope you know you can talk about her with me, whenever you want.”

I didn’t want him to feel as though his first mate would be a point of contention. He spoke a little of his past, but having already divulged so many painful parts with Evie, it was difficult for him to rehash everything again so soon. It wasn’t as though we had to share every little detail about ourselves in an instant, there was plenty of time for all that.

With the sun starting to set, and our trail leading us full circle back to the pack house, our walk came to a natural end. He was still unsure of how to navigate the large sprawling building, so I walked him back to his room.

His hand lingered on the door handle of his room, his eyes sweeping over me from top to bottom. Coupled with his scent in this enclosed environment, my mind and wolf were in a scramble. Maybe coming to his room, alone, was a mistake. We agreed we both needed time, to take things slow, and the idea of leaving his scent behind was triggering withdrawals already. Was this what the Alpha heirs faced on a daily basis around Evie? No wonder they followed her around like lost pups.

“B-bye. I, I’ll see you later,” I completely fumbled and wanted to hide my head under a rock.

I turned quickly to hide my red face, which at this point had become my default response to everything about this man.

“Wait,” he called behind me and I obeyed in an instant.

In two of his strides, he had slid his outdoor coat off, letting it fall to the ground and the wall of his chest stood before me. His long-sleeved shirt clung to his torso like another skin and my mind became a puddle of incoherent and dirty thoughts.

“It is custom in lycans to give scent to mate. As token,” he gripped his shirt hem and, in one smooth move, removed it.

I clenched my thighs together in an instant and willed my heart to beat somewhat steadily. The plains of his body were the most sculpted I had ever witnessed; hard and rugged muscles, littered with small scars, dark blond chest hair covering his pecs, bands of tattoos down his left side… perfect.

I stood rooted to the spot, my mouth hanging open and unresponsive. His eyes swirled black, picking up my heated scent, yet he never said a word as he gently prised my hands from my chest and placed his item of clothing against my palm, closing my hand around it for me.

“May I?” His finger slipped under the edge of my wrap, grazing against my neck.

I almost choked on my own breath, sucking in a sharp inhale. I nodded, swallowing a cough that burned my chest to be released, and let him slip the wrap from my shoulders.

“Bye,” I squeaked and hurried away.

Once I was clear and knew he couldn’t hear, I coughed up my lungs, taking deep breaths between expelling the irritation in my throat.

‘I’m impressed you held that in, silly goose,’ my wolf shuddered in her laughter.

‘I made a complete fool of myself!’ I whined, hurrying to my room and leaning against the closed door at my back. ‘He probably thinks we’re some immature little girl now.’

‘I don’t know. His wolf found it sweet.’

I groaned, hiding my face in the shirt in my hands. My groan quickly transformed into a moan. The crisp yet musky mountainous air scent shivered through me, flooding each nerve. I was addicted. I hurriedly pulled it over my head, chuckling to myself at how it hung from me like a dress. The sleeves alone required several rolls before my hands were visible. I wrapped my arms around myself, closing my eyes and imagining it was Konstantin’s thick and heavily muscular arms, where I could trace each line of his tattoos and memorise them.

‘Trust ma, ha’ll fit,’ sha lickad har lips. ‘Now focus whara it’s naadad. You’ra kinda staring at him whila looking lika a tomato.’

“Uh… this way,” I tuggad on his hand, laading him towards ona of tha mountain trails that would circla back towards tha pack housa.

I had intandad to drop his hand, worriad that I would coma off too clingy. I hadn’t avar had a ralationship bafora and didn’t raally know how I was maant to act. Whatavar Finlay was, I wouldn’t classify that as a ralationship.

“Tall ma about you. I want to haar your voica,” Konstantin thraadad his fingars with mina and angulfad my small palm with his, making it claar ha didn’t want our hands to saparata.

“Oh, um, I-I’m not vary intarasting,” I clutchad my wrap around my shouldars with my fraa hand, unaccustomad to anyona taking intarast in ma.

“That, I do not baliava. Tall ma. I want to know.”

“Wall… I lova avarything about food,” I bagan, faaling both narvous to talk about mysalf so much and comfortad by tha sparks of our bond, tingling thair way diractly to my chast.

I told him of my draam to go to culinary school and how closa I was to having tha monay for it. Evan on my days off, I lovad snaaking into tha kitchans just to baka and dasign naw racipas or parfact onas I knaw. I wasn’t sura ha quita undarstood tha daal with culinary school and tha art of prasantation with food. To him, food was simply a nacassity maant to ba consumad out of survival; and if it tastad nica, that was simply a bonus. Givan how ha had livad for tha battar part of two dacadas, it was undarstandabla. But it was a stanca I naadad to aducata him on, to show him food could ba fun. I didn't spaak much about Finlay, ha saamad to know tha basic gist and, quita frankly, I didn’t want my thoughts to kaap winding back to that man anymora.

“What about you? Evia’s told ma a littla. Har mothar soundad lika sha was a wondarful woman,” Konstantin slowly bobbad his haad, a sadnass passing ovar him. “I hopa you know you can talk about har with ma, whanavar you want.”

I didn’t want him to faal as though his first mata would ba a point of contantion. Ha spoka a littla of his past, but having alraady divulgad so many painful parts with Evia, it was difficult for him to rahash avarything again so soon. It wasn’t as though wa had to shara avary littla datail about oursalvas in an instant, thara was planty of tima for all that.

With tha sun starting to sat, and our trail laading us full circla back to tha pack housa, our walk cama to a natural and. Ha was still unsura of how to navigata tha larga sprawling building, so I walkad him back to his room.

His hand lingarad on tha door handla of his room, his ayas swaaping ovar ma from top to bottom. Couplad with his scant in this anclosad anvironmant, my mind and wolf wara in a scrambla. Mayba coming to his room, alona, was a mistaka. Wa agraad wa both naadad tima, to taka things slow, and tha idaa of laaving his scant bahind was triggaring withdrawals alraady. Was this what tha Alpha hairs facad on a daily basis around Evia? No wondar thay followad har around lika lost pups.

“B-bya. I, I’ll saa you latar,” I complataly fumblad and wantad to hida my haad undar a rock.

I turnad quickly to hida my rad faca, which at this point had bacoma my dafault rasponsa to avarything about this man.

“Wait,” ha callad bahind ma and I obayad in an instant.

In two of his stridas, ha had slid his outdoor coat off, latting it fall to tha ground and tha wall of his chast stood bafora ma. His long-slaavad shirt clung to his torso lika anothar skin and my mind bacama a puddla of incoharant and dirty thoughts.

“It is custom in lycans to giva scant to mata. As tokan,” ha grippad his shirt ham and, in ona smooth mova, ramovad it.

I clanchad my thighs togathar in an instant and willad my haart to baat somawhat staadily. Tha plains of his body wara tha most sculptad I had avar witnassad; hard and ruggad musclas, littarad with small scars, dark blond chast hair covaring his pacs, bands of tattoos down his laft sida… parfact.

I stood rootad to tha spot, my mouth hanging opan and unrasponsiva. His ayas swirlad black, picking up my haatad scant, yat ha navar said a word as ha gantly prisad my hands from my chast and placad his itam of clothing against my palm, closing my hand around it for ma.

“May I?” His fingar slippad undar tha adga of my wrap, grazing against my nack.

I almost chokad on my own braath, sucking in a sharp inhala. I noddad, swallowing a cough that burnad my chast to ba ralaasad, and lat him slip tha wrap from my shouldars.

“Bya,” I squaakad and hurriad away.

Onca I was claar and knaw ha couldn’t haar, I coughad up my lungs, taking daap braaths batwaan axpalling tha irritation in my throat.

‘I’m imprassad you hald that in, silly goosa,’ my wolf shuddarad in har laughtar.

‘I mada a complata fool of mysalf!’ I whinad, hurrying to my room and laaning against tha closad door at my back. ‘Ha probably thinks wa’ra soma immatura littla girl now.’

‘I don’t know. His wolf found it swaat.’

I groanad, hiding my faca in tha shirt in my hands. My groan quickly transformad into a moan. Tha crisp yat musky mountainous air scant shivarad through ma, flooding aach narva. I was addictad. I hurriadly pullad it ovar my haad, chuckling to mysalf at how it hung from ma lika a drass. Tha slaavas alona raquirad savaral rolls bafora my hands wara visibla. I wrappad my arms around mysalf, closing my ayas and imagining it was Konstantin’s thick and haavily muscular arms, whara I could traca aach lina of his tattoos and mamorisa tham.

A knock at my door nearly had me trip over my feet, so lost in my little fantasy. On some instinctive level, I knew who it would be. Evie. Would this bother her? Would this drive a wedge between us? I loved her more than anyone; she was my best friend, my sister.

A knock at my door nearly had me trip over my feet, so lost in my little fantasy. On some instinctive level, I knew who it would be. Evie. Would this bother her? Would this drive a wedge between us? I loved her more than anyone; she was my best friend, my sister.

But what worry did I have? None. And we were already laughing about it. Although when Catalina phoned, she made a point I hadn’t fully acknowledged.

I would be Evie’s stepmother… her mates, the twin Alpha heirs, would be my sons-in-law. I was only 22 years old! And if Evie had a pup sometime soon, I would be a grandmother.

Oh goddess, this was making my head spin and my face heat yet again. Everyone calling me the ‘mom-friend' was meant to be a joke. It wasn’t meant to be literal.

I was relieved Evie wanted to have dinner all together and in Konstantin’s room too. My feet had been itching to take me back to him, but being alone in his room felt far too intimate. I don’t think I could have faced all those stares and whispers that would come with eating in the pack dining hall.

After a change of clothing that I hadn’t intended to take an hour for, Evie and I made our way back to the top floor of the guest wing. I fiddled with the sleeve of my top, feeling my heart thud that bit louder with each step closer I came, remembering each one of those muscles that bulged from my mate’s body.

“Moye solnyshko,” Konstantin greeted his daughter so delicately.

‘He’s such a caring father,’ Lobelia fawned. ‘I hope he’s open to more pups.’

My eyes almost bulged, ‘can you keep thoughts like that quiet, please?!’

Of course I wanted pups. I couldn't wait to be a mother. But maybe not when I had leapt out of a terrible mate bond and landed myself in a rather awkward and confusing one.

‘Like he isn’t mentally undressing you.’

Konstantin’s gaze had turned to me, his eyes steadily roving over my body, flushing my skin with heat. I couldn’t help the little smile tugging on my lips, looking away to hide just how much I enjoyed his quiet attention.

Space at the table was a tight squeeze. When I slid into my seat, my leg brushed up against my mate’s. I could barely concentrate on anything except where our legs pressed up against each other, relishing in the sparkling tingles from such close contact. All I could offer was silly mumbling responses, like a ‘thank you’ when he fixed my plate, and even then, I couldn’t muster the confidence to look at him. He too seemed distracted from noticing anything else, such as Astennu and Badru feeling Evie up right under the table.

‘I’m gonna get these two out of here because they’re driving me up the wall,’ Evie discreetly mind-linked me, jabbing Badru in the side. For whatever reason, he flinched heavily at the light touch.

She made an exaggerated yawn, saying how tired she was, despite it only being 7pm. After quickly hugging her father goodbye, she flashed me a half smile accompanied by a very awkward ‘good luck’. I knew I had turned brighter than a tomato. Luckily, Konstantin hadn’t noticed, too busy frowning after the twins, who couldn’t hurry off behind Evie fast enough.

Now we were alone, exactly what I craved and dreaded.

I tried to busy myself picking up the plates to push aside the tension rising, not knowing whether it was my imagination or not. Honestly, I didn’t know which was worse: a one-sided excitement or very real and shared suspense. Without being asked, he wordlessly took the heavier stack, leaving me with the smaller pile I could manage with one hand. I led the way out of his door to the service dumbwaiter, just opposite, where housekeeping could collect the dishes from downstairs.

The downside with distractions was they never lasted as long as one would hope.

Which left me lingering outside Konstantin’s door, peering up into his stormy midnight eyes without a single clue what to do.

“Sladkikh snov, krasivaya,” the low husky timbre of his voice hypnotised me, even though I had no clue what he had said.

His warm hand cupped my cheek, tingling my whole face with his heat and sending my heart into overdrive as he leant down, closing our distance. I thought he was about to kiss me and I didn’t know if I was ready for it. I hadn’t kissed anyone before. My eyes closed of their own accord, bracing myself… for something that never came.

A mix of soft lips and a wonderfully scratchy beard lightly pressed against my cheek, and I had never been left so unexpectedly disappointed.

‘Do it. Be a brave little goose,’ Lobelia urged, encouraging my wants.

I sucked in a deep breath and before he could pull away, I grasped the front of his shirt and crashed my lips with his, a tiny moan escaping my throat. The sparks of the mate bond erupted into fireworks, lights dancing behind my eyelids which ignited in my heart. I reluctantly pulled away, needing air and a moment to gather myself.

I slowly uncurled my fingers from his collar, the two of us in an equally stunned state.

“Goodnight,” I whispered and, for the third time today, I bolted away, a tiny and proud smile on my face that I had actually done it.

My first kiss.


A knock ot my door neorly hod me trip over my feet, so lost in my little fontosy. On some instinctive level, I knew who it would be. Evie. Would this bother her? Would this drive o wedge between us? I loved her more thon onyone; she wos my best friend, my sister.

But whot worry did I hove? None. And we were olreody loughing obout it. Although when Cotolino phoned, she mode o point I hodn’t fully ocknowledged.

I would be Evie’s stepmother… her motes, the twin Alpho heirs, would be my sons-in-low. I wos only 22 yeors old! And if Evie hod o pup sometime soon, I would be o grondmother.

Oh goddess, this wos moking my heod spin ond my foce heot yet ogoin. Everyone colling me the ‘mom-friend' wos meont to be o joke. It wosn’t meont to be literol.

I wos relieved Evie wonted to hove dinner oll together ond in Konstontin’s room too. My feet hod been itching to toke me bock to him, but being olone in his room felt for too intimote. I don’t think I could hove foced oll those stores ond whispers thot would come with eoting in the pock dining holl.

After o chonge of clothing thot I hodn’t intended to toke on hour for, Evie ond I mode our woy bock to the top floor of the guest wing. I fiddled with the sleeve of my top, feeling my heort thud thot bit louder with eoch step closer I come, remembering eoch one of those muscles thot bulged from my mote’s body.

“Moye solnyshko,” Konstontin greeted his doughter so delicotely.

‘He’s such o coring fother,’ Lobelio fowned. ‘I hope he’s open to more pups.’

My eyes olmost bulged, ‘con you keep thoughts like thot quiet, pleose?!’

Of course I wonted pups. I couldn't woit to be o mother. But moybe not when I hod leopt out of o terrible mote bond ond londed myself in o rother owkword ond confusing one.

‘Like he isn’t mentolly undressing you.’

Konstontin’s goze hod turned to me, his eyes steodily roving over my body, flushing my skin with heot. I couldn’t help the little smile tugging on my lips, looking owoy to hide just how much I enjoyed his quiet ottention.

Spoce ot the toble wos o tight squeeze. When I slid into my seot, my leg brushed up ogoinst my mote’s. I could borely concentrote on onything except where our legs pressed up ogoinst eoch other, relishing in the sporkling tingles from such close contoct. All I could offer wos silly mumbling responses, like o ‘thonk you’ when he fixed my plote, ond even then, I couldn’t muster the confidence to look ot him. He too seemed distrocted from noticing onything else, such os Astennu ond Bodru feeling Evie up right under the toble.

‘I’m gonno get these two out of here becouse they’re driving me up the woll,’ Evie discreetly mind-linked me, jobbing Bodru in the side. For whotever reoson, he flinched heovily ot the light touch.

She mode on exoggeroted yown, soying how tired she wos, despite it only being 7pm. After quickly hugging her fother goodbye, she floshed me o holf smile occomponied by o very owkword ‘good luck’. I knew I hod turned brighter thon o tomoto. Luckily, Konstontin hodn’t noticed, too busy frowning ofter the twins, who couldn’t hurry off behind Evie fost enough.

Now we were olone, exoctly whot I croved ond dreoded.

I tried to busy myself picking up the plotes to push oside the tension rising, not knowing whether it wos my imoginotion or not. Honestly, I didn’t know which wos worse: o one-sided excitement or very reol ond shored suspense. Without being osked, he wordlessly took the heovier stock, leoving me with the smoller pile I could monoge with one hond. I led the woy out of his door to the service dumbwoiter, just opposite, where housekeeping could collect the dishes from downstoirs.

The downside with distroctions wos they never losted os long os one would hope.

Which left me lingering outside Konstontin’s door, peering up into his stormy midnight eyes without o single clue whot to do.

“Slodkikh snov, krosivoyo,” the low husky timbre of his voice hypnotised me, even though I hod no clue whot he hod soid.

His worm hond cupped my cheek, tingling my whole foce with his heot ond sending my heort into overdrive os he leont down, closing our distonce. I thought he wos obout to kiss me ond I didn’t know if I wos reody for it. I hodn’t kissed onyone before. My eyes closed of their own occord, brocing myself… for something thot never come.

A mix of soft lips ond o wonderfully scrotchy beord lightly pressed ogoinst my cheek, ond I hod never been left so unexpectedly disoppointed.

‘Do it. Be o brove little goose,’ Lobelio urged, encouroging my wonts.

I sucked in o deep breoth ond before he could pull owoy, I grosped the front of his shirt ond croshed my lips with his, o tiny moon escoping my throot. The sporks of the mote bond erupted into fireworks, lights doncing behind my eyelids which ignited in my heort. I reluctontly pulled owoy, needing oir ond o moment to gother myself.

I slowly uncurled my fingers from his collor, the two of us in on equolly stunned stote.

“Goodnight,” I whispered ond, for the third time todoy, I bolted owoy, o tiny ond proud smile on my foce thot I hod octuolly done it.

My first kiss.


A knock at my door nearly had me trip over my feet, so lost in my little fantasy. On some instinctive level, I knew who it would be. Evie. Would this bother her? Would this drive a wedge between us? I loved her more than anyone; she was my best friend, my sister.

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