My Twin Mates

The air in Father’s office was thick with unspoken tension, heavy like the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“You’ll need to be on your best behaviour,” he warned, his voice a low rumble. His usually neat hair was a mess, a testament to yet another sleepless night. I knew the cause: the recent death of a pack member, and the looming anniversary of Mum’s passing.

“Who’s coming, Alpha?” Andrew, my eldest brother, asked respectfully. He was next in line, and I admired his composure.

“The two Alphas from the Bloodmoon pack,” Father stated calmly, though a shiver betrayed his fear. The room fell silent before erupting into a clamor of shouts as my brothers argued, their fear turning to indignation.

“What the hell!” Daniel exclaimed, fists clenched. Harry, the youngest, panicked, “They can’t come here! They’ll slaughter us all!”

Andrew, ever the strategist, rose. “No, they won’t slaughter us. If the two Alphas want a war, then war is what we’ll give them!”

I tuned out the renewed argument, my gaze falling on Father. He leaned back, patience waning. With a roar of “Quiet!”, he silenced them. “They’re not coming here to start a war. They are coming here to find their mate.”

“What?!” I shouted, my mind racing. No, it couldn't be me. Emma, my wolf, howled with joy inside my head, “I hope they’re our mate!” I ignored her, a wave of dread washing over me. The last thing I wanted was a mate, especially them.