Muna’s POV
Finding it hard to escape, it was quite harder to stay. Knowing fate bonded me to both of the twins, or either of them, made it harder. I cursed my luck silently with how awkwardly our meetings were or I was to get a glimpse of them, worse it was when they end up looking in my direction.
“Good morning, Luna,” Dylan said as he walked close to me. I stuttered in my words to respond to his greeting. We rarely spoke during our meetings, making them awkward.
Carlos never seemed to be aware, as he always brought us down to the dining. His excuse had always been for us to bond as a family, a bond I did not want. I hated them for carry their father’s genes and look, but fate played one more wildcard at me.
My heart tugged for them as my mate. It was becoming a source of worry for me
