Twinned Flame

CrestFallen Pack

Twins Damien and Vincent couldn't be more opposite if they tried. They liked to believe the only thing they shared was their looks, which was unavoidable.

Damien came out first, so he felt he naturally had to take on the older brother role. He immersed himself in pack politics, following his father, the Alpha, to every meeting since he was 10 years old. He saw himself as a refined future Alpha who could lead his pack with grace and dignity.

Vincent was a warrior. He didn't care to talk through his feelings, or take the time to figure out solutions logically. His motto was "punch first and don't stop till they yield." He prided himself on his military prowess. If there was a fight to be had, he knew he'd always come out on top.

Together they were a formidable team, if only they could act like that.

"All I'm asking for is for you to keep your sleazy she-wolves on your side of the compound!" a male voice could be heard shouting from the living room. The Alpha, Kiba Stone, situated at his desk looking over paperwork, groaned at the noise.

"It's barely noon, and they're already at it again," he grumbles.

"And all I'm asking for is for you not to be a little b***h just because you can't get laid!" came a second male voice.

"They're in high spirits this morning, aren't they Alpha?" Kiba looks over to his beta, who was lounging casually on the sofa, his own paperwork in his hand.

"Right, high spirits," Kiba bites out, standing and walking around to the front of his desk. Hige Marshall, his beta, sets down the paperwork and chuckles slightly as the screaming from downstairs hasn't quieted.

"All I'm asking for is for them to act like future Alphas," Kiba quips,

"Come on, let's go break it up." He walks over to the door and swings it open. His office sat on the second floor but overlooked the living room, where he saw his two sons fighting. He walks to the railing

"Boys, my office. NOW" he shouts, radiating his Alpha aura. The twins look up at their father, wincing, but otherwise not overly affected by the aura. They go to shove the other but end up stumbling in unison instead,

"This is all your fault," Vincent bites out, shoulder checking Damien to get up the stairs first.

"My fault?" Damien snaps, grabbing Vincent's shirt to pull him back so he can go first.

"You're the little whiner who can't mind his business," Damien growls. Vincent growls back at him, grabbing his brother's leg and causing him to fall.

"You're the w***e here who can't keep your d**k dry," Vincent says, racing past his brother, he gets to his father's office before Damien, who follows close behind, shoving him out of the way to stand before their father's desk.

"Enough, enough from both of you. Please!" their father grips at their childish display.

"Can't I have one day without the two of you acting like children? Can't I wake up and see that my heirs are acting like the Alpha's of the Crestfallen pack?" Kibe asks, tossing his hand up in the air in defeat.

"He started it!" they both said in unison, shooting each other's glares.

"I don't care who started it, I care that I'm always the one to finish it!" Kibe looks at his sons, try as they might, they will always look like the other. 6'2, midnight hair, and green eyes. They got their father's physique, but their mother's natural beauty. Damien preferred 'business casual', which to him, consisted of suit pants, a plain black tee with leather suspenders, and a matching suit jacket he didn't bother to wear. His hair was stylized in a half-up bun with the rest resting on his shoulders, groomed with the same amount of care as his bread. Vincent preferred training clothes, tight tanks and sweatpants. His hair, stylized in a drop-faded crew cut, was brushed up towards the right, giving the hair some volume naturally, he kept his stubble letting it fill out but not enough to be considered a full beard like his twin.

"Listen, my sons, my... i***t," Kibe paused, glancing between the two heirs.

"But begrudgingly loved sons, what could this argument be about this time?" Kibe asked, sitting back down in his plush office chair with a sigh.

"His latest w***e barged into my room this morning, while I was in the shower, and decided she had the right to bare her body on my bed talking about being my Luna." Vincent snapped a glare at Damien, who was smirking, giving his brother a sideways glance.

"Look, I was just offering her to you, in hopes that you'll realize waiting for your fated mate at 30 was a long con," Damien shrugged. Vincent growled at him, his eyes flashing yellow, his wolf Thorin pushing towards the surface.

"If the time comes for a contract marriage, I will oblige. Until then, I know my fate is out there waiting for me," Vincent said. Kibe sighed again, hanging his head into his hands in utter defeat.

"Listen to me now, as I will only say this once," Kibe said, and his alpha aura burst forth, causing the twins to stumble back and fight again amid the intense pressure. Kibe wasn't holding back this time. Hige was gripping the sofa arm, leaving deep marks in the fabric, affected even though the aura wasn't directed at him.

"Damien, you are to stop instigating your brother. If he wishes to wait for his fated Luna, so be it," Kibe said the calm in his voice, leaving no room for discussion.

"You are to keep the she-wolves out of the main packhouse. If you want to mess around, use the black card at the hotel. I will not have this type of behavior shown to respective guests, your siblings, or your mother," Damien gritted his teeth.

"How are we supposed to run the pack without a Luna?" Damien asked. Kibe looked at him, his own eyes now turning a bright yellow. His own wolf, Alaric, tired of their foolishness, has come to the surface.

"When the time comes for your ascension, the subject of Luna will be discussed further in detail. Until then, I am still the alpha of this pack. You are still just an heir," Kibe contained his aura, and all three breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

"Now then, our neighbor pack, Bloody Dagger, is holding their Annual Assessment today. I want you to take your younger sibling over to spectate. As you know, Bloody Dagger is renowned for their warriors. They were immense help in the rogue war all those years ago," Kibe said, holding out a folded letter to the brothers. Vincent reached to grab it, first opening it up and looking it over.

"To keep good relations, I feel it's best for the future Alpha's of Crestfallen to meet the future Alpha of Bloody Dagger." Damien took the letter from Vincent when offered and read over it. It was a simple invitation by the current Alpha Dax Jackson, explaining how the assessment helps with their yearly Warrior Trail they do with other packs.

"Bloody Dagger's future Alpha, what was his name again?" Damien asked, folding the letter back up and placing it on the desk.

"Braxton" Kibe said

"He's an odd fellow," he added, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Right. He's not just odd, he's extremely off-putting. Like a feral rogue after gorging himself," Damien said.

"The whole pack acts like it has something to hide," Vincent said.

"Whether they do or not, we must stay on their good side. The Lycan King holds them in his good graces after the war. Much of his guard is from Bloody Dagger," Kibe said.

"The war was like 25 years ago. Is it a little odd that out of every pack that fought, they came out stronger?" Vincent said skeptically.

"It's not our place to question or instigate, go to the assessment. Enjoy time away with your younger siblings," Kibe said, waving them off. Damien and Vincent gave a glance towards each other before walking out of the office.