Lycan Luna's Rogue Twin Alphas

ASHELENE Have you ever run so far and fast that you forgot who you were once, until everything was nothing, until your own memory of yourself is distorted, out of shape? I had been trying to find myself, the girl I had once been... but in trying to find that, I realized, I had lost more of me. And tonight—Christmas Eve, of all godforsaken nights—the loss felt heavier. Paris glittered outside the bar windows with fairy lights, festive music drifting faintly from the streets. The scent of pine. People were laughing with friends, lovers holding hands, families celebrating warmth and togetherness. Meanwhile, I was getting drunk alone in a foreign country, pretending I didn’t miss home. Pretending I didn’t miss Nightshade. Pretending I didn’t feel like the packless, wandering royal disappointment I had turned myself into. "Philosophy? Right now?" Mei, my wolf, scoffed. She looked unimpressed. "You always get philosophical when you are drunk out of your mind. You need to get it together." She was right. I was drunk, and I never made good decisions when I was drunk. I do stupid things... like trying to kiss my brother's best friend. I winced a little in that memory. Sometimes I wished I could erase that part of my life, but I realized that it was a part that... just wouldn't go away no matter how far I ran from Nightshade, my royal bloodline, the ties that kept me shackled. And tonight, with Christmas lights twinkling everywhere I turned, I felt the ache sharper. The warmth I refused to go back to. The love I didn’t believe I deserved. My head hit against the back of the door as he—I didn't remember his name—thrust his tongue inside me. He looked sexy in the dim lighting when I realized I didn't want to spend tonight alone. On Christmas Eve, loneliness hit like a punch. But in the bright light, I wasn't very sure. Mei huffed. Three months ago, I found my boyfriend with a girl. She was a stranger, but of course, his grunts were so familiar. Weston. Bella set us up after Roman's and Adrian's mating ceremony with Riley. Weston was a Red Watcher and he worked with Dean and Bella. He was sexy as hell, he was everything a girl could have asked for, and yet... something was missing. Something was always missing. The spark that made one burn. "Oh, bother," I thought when I saw him with that girl. Mei snorted. "Is that all you can think right now?" Weston looked at me after a second and sighed. He pulled out of her, and I heard the wet sound of his cok sliding out of her pssy. He asked her to leave, and she did after complaining about it for a while. "You are cold and broken, Ash, and I can't fix you. You are smiling..." Weston hissed. And I realized I really was smiling. Why the f**k was I smiling? "Because you are mad." "Even now, there is no anger in you. Why the hell are we even together?" WHY? I didn't know. Maybe it was because he was easy and available. Maybe because I didn't want to look at Adrian and feel pathetic. "I can't waste my time with you, knowing that it isn't going anywhere," he had said and motioned me to get out of his apartment. It was like he had planned this perfectly. He could have just told me he was breaking up with me. He didn't have to go all this extra mile just to break up with me. But either way, I didn't care. He wasn't wrong, though. He was wasting his time with me, and so was I. The s*x was good, but nothing else was. "Is she—" "She doesn't matter. Apparently, that is how you feel about me. Bye, Ash. I won't be going with you to France, obviously." Obviously. And here I was, in the city of love, sparkling with snow and light, and there was no love for me. Paris during Christmas was supposed to be magical. Snowflakes outside the bar window. Couples kissing under mistletoe in the street. Warm pastries and glowing lights in every café. But I felt none of it. I only wanted to... just get drunk. New country, new food, culture, and language. It had always been my dream, to explore, to travel, to discover places. To eat everything in the world, but something was always missing no matter where I went. "Because this isn't THE dream," Mei said. "Kissing random strangers in a new country. It isn't like you, Ashelene." The full name too?! She was really mad. "Well. What a pity," I said with a sarcastic grin as the man cupped my ass and pulled me closer to his erection. Oh, he was hard, but I was as dry as the deserts of Sahara. He moaned as his tongue snaked into mine, and I only felt disgust. The sound he made was like a wet slurping sound. My brother, Finn, would often drink his juice just like that to annoy me. God, I missed him. I missed all of them. I was like a log as he kissed me, touched me, and he didn't care, but then why would he care about me, this random f*****g wh*re he picked up in a bar? Of course. "Magnifique. You taste..." Oh, f**k it. Even his words sounded like a hard nail against a chalkboard. "Get out," I pushed him away, and he looked bewildered as he took a step back. Like every time I tried, this time wasn't working either. Since Weston and I broke up, I realized men just couldn't do it for me. "And yet you go around, picking up strangers in bars. Just stop and go back home." Mei harrumphed. She had been whining about home for three months now, and I couldn't believe it had only been three months. "Home is not where I want to be right now," I said. Not yet. Not when Nightshade would be celebrating soon together. Around Christmas, we had our own celebrations, own traditions. Not when everyone would be wrapped in warmth and pack joy, while I… was the only one who would feel like I didn't belong. I had weeks before I had to leave. The nameless stranger stuttered as he looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I think I really did. He grumbled something in French before he walked out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, I followed him out. I pulled my crinkled silk blouse down with a disgusted frown. I should just become a nun by this point. "The f**k are you even thinking? Well, you aren't thinking. That is the problem. You never think," Mei said with a grunt. She had been ranting for a while now. I shook my head as I walked back to my table and ordered another whiskey. Christmas decorations sparkled behind the bar—bells, red ribbons, a tiny fake reindeer. It was tackily cute. I took a sip of my whiskey when I felt eyes on me. "Jacques isn't to your taste, eh, gorgeous? He is so overcooked. You need something... hard, and I can be a good palette cleanser," a dark, velvety voice said from behind me. I trembled as something unexplained passed along my skin. Mei perked up inside me, suddenly not so lecture-y. She wasn't ranting anymore. She was just as speechless as me. His voice was like a seductive caress. I didn't even know how he looked, but something slumbering inside me woke up with a shudder. My body felt like it was caught on fire. Everything in me was alive for the first time in a long, long time. And he had only said a very bad, very cringey pick-up line. I would normally have scoffed. But my tongue was not working right now. I turned around to meet glittering violet eyes studying me with a kind of intensity that set my nerves on fire. Everything about him screamed dangerous. Powerful. He was not Human. A werewolf. I licked my lips and took another sip of my drink. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirsty for him. For more. "Palette cleanser?" I quirked my brows, trying so hard not to sound too needy, and he shrugged. "You had such a disgusted look on your face as if you had eaten something vile when you came out." "I have. He slobbered. When dogs do it, it is cute..." He chuckled. Low and erotic. His sultry eyes glinted. He was tall, and he stood there like he owned the bar and me. I didn't know whether he owned the bar or not, but for now, he could own me. "I don't. I'm a great kisser," he said with a teasing smile. "Hmm..." I said as I met his flirty eyes. His eyes never went lower than my eyes, but somehow I felt his look everywhere. My breasts tingled and my n.ipples tightened, begging for those sinfully full lips around them. The look in his violet eyes made me want to strip right there and beg him to take me, take me in front of the whole crowd, make me feel something again. Anything. It had been too long. I wanted to scream his name out, whatever his name was. I wanted to feel like a woman. Dirty, sexy, wanton woman. My heart pounded. My body ached. Maybe if I begged, he would give me what I wanted, what he wanted. Something dirty and fun. Addictive. My body craved it, craved him. "I can make you forget him." His eyes were gleaming. I started at his lips. Thick and full. So tempting. And I knew he could. He wouldn't need even a second to do that. He licked his lips and I instinctively licked mine, leaning closer to him. He was still standing and I felt myself closer to the bulge in his pants. He hissed when he realised how close I was to his arousal. From the look in his eyes, and the dent in his pants, he already wanted me just as desperately as I wanted him. "Shut the f**k up. Nobody is falling for your cheesy line, Neon. Where the hell is Knox? He shouldn't let you run rampant," another equally sinful voice said. I turned to the side to see gray eyes sparkling with danger as he looked down at me with a frown. He looked angry and frustrated. I felt another shot of lust rippling inside me, just as strong as the first one was. My legs trembled. He looked like the replica of the man. Except the eyes and the hair. Neon had longer hair, and violet eyes. "They don't have a pack mark. And the one who is talking-- well, calling it talking is stupid. The one who is f*****g you with his eyes..." she groaned as if she had just realized what she said. "He is a wolf," Mei said with an intrigued look in her eyes. She was starting to feel the effect these men had on my body, too. I stared at their wrists and realized Mei was right. When you were connected to a pack, every member of the pack would have the bite of the Alpha near their wrists, which would morph into a tattoo of a sort, to know that the wolf was connected to the pack. These men were rogues. Hot as hell rogues, and the desert—yes, my p*ssy— wasn't so dry anymore. It was an ocean now. It definitely wasn't dead. Fuck me. I knew they both could smell me, smell how aroused I was when their body stiffened... I moaned, softly when Neon looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Is that you, pretty wolf? Is that your juices flowing for me?" I breathed sharply. "YES!" !!! Timeline: This book is the second book of the Moon Bonds series. The first book is titled : Betrayed Luna's Second Chance Alphas. It is advised to read the book to understand the characters better. This book starts three years after the first book ends. *** Ages of the characters: Ashelene - 22 (Wolf- Mei) Knox and Rhett - 24 (Wolf: Neon, Ewan) . Bella - 23 Dean - 25 (if he lives :p) . Finn - 24 and half . Riley - 25 Roman - 28 Adrian - 27 ___