My Twin Alpha Mates

LILY NUNES'S POINT OF VIEW “To succeed in life you'll need to take action, Lily.” My boss looked at me as if I were his next meal while I desperately wanted to claw his eyes out. I scowled. I would have amassed enough money to leave this loathsome office forever if I could earn a dime every time I heard that line. He had found yet another method to force me into submission and make me do tasks others refused. For three years he tried to use me as a side chick beneath his saggy old body but I refused to be anything but myself. I never was, never would be. He must have missed that memo. "Take your stupid interview and shove it! I'm giving you this one action to deal with. I snatched the folder from his desk and flung it back at him. I could not care less about football. The college football tradition was barbaric and these so-called legends would be forgotten after graduation. The professional league had a policy against allowing shifters to participate. If shifters played in the professional league heads would literally roll and some poor granny would vomit her expensive hot dog in the stands. “Lily please use your adorable tail to visit the frat house for some interviews! These men will become future leaders and attract every female's desire. The papers would fly off the stands. I am shocked that we missed interviewing them already.” Chris leaned back in his chair, grinning. No one ever saw the notorious Almeida brothers give interviews. “With that mouth of yours you kiss your mate?” I lifted my legs onto his desk while pushing his away. Chris smirked. He knew he had me. I needed his recommendation. She-wolves should obey their superiors and complete their education while caring for the family males unless they manage to find a partner. That was not me. I wanted a career. I wanted my own money. The Daily Whisper would be without its junior editor by next year and I wanted that position badly. I didn't want to sleep with this terrible man but I almost had. Once I get an entry opportunity I'll dominate the field. I had unmatched skills when it came to obtaining exclusive news stories. I possessed the unique ability to extract information from people better than anyone else. But interviewing football players? I would rather watch paint dry. Here is a headline: Headline reports that a leading reporter passed away from boredom with observers interpreting it as a piece of performance art. Chris tapped the folder on his desk. “If you complete this task for me then you have permission to write that letter. Whatever you want, I will sign it. Deal?" The sweat on his hand emitted odors of pizza that had long since gone cold and cigarettes. I hated this office. His mate kicked him out last night so he stayed here to sleep. The nanny had an affair with him and nobody was ignorant of it. Yeah, I knew all the dirt. No one had ever seen better investigative journalism from a student at this school before me. I needed knowledge because it empowered me as much as air sustains life. I picked up a tissue to cover my hand before I shook his hand. He yanked me forward into his lap. I pulled back when I realized my hand was pressing into his chest. “My list of questions needs answers. Anything extra is a bonus. Do not let me down, Lily." My gag reflex kicked in as he exhaled directly into my face. "Brush your damn teeth, you pig." I pushed myself away from him yet my leg accidentally touched his groin. He was excited. Disgusting. I wanted to crush him with my foot in that very moment. The idea of making contact with him again drove me to seek refuge with another woman until the day I died. A knock on the door. Chris all the advertisements are ready for your approval-- Gertrude entered the room and found me partially on his lap. Fantastic. "This is not what it looks like. I would not waste saliva to extinguish him if he were ablaze. Someone needs to put a damn air freshener in here immediately! I grabbed the file and stormed out. "Love you too!" Chris called after me. I breathed in fresh air yet his scent remained on me. I needed a shower. I returned home immediately and tossed my dress away after taking it off. I liked that dress. But it was contaminated. Later that night, I got ready. I raised my hair halfway up to reveal a cascade of long blonde waves trailing down my back. I chose my smallest dress and the tallest pair of heels I had. A heart attack would have struck my mother. Her belief persisted that faithful she-wolves endured patiently for their mates. The goddess would ignore you if you behaved like a prostitute. My first s****l experience involved a threesome because that was my intended choice. My uncertainty about which direction to take led me to experiment with both options. Both males and females share the potential to exhibit insane jealousy and possessiveness. No real difference. Four years had passed since I completed my first shift. No mate. Maybe I was forgotten. Maybe I was meant to be alone. Who says I cared? I flipped open the file. There was only one picture. They were brothers. How different could they look? I stuffed the file along with a notepad and several pens into my bag before slinging it across my shoulder. The frat house stood out as a mansion when compared to other buildings on campus. I entered the place, took a beer from the keg, and flirted with the men who protected it. They charged everyone else, but not me. Their eyes never left my chest. Still got it. "Have you seen Enzo?" I asked. The guy’s smile dropped. No last name was needed. Everyone knew Enzo. Or wanted to. He smirked before grabbing my hips to pull me toward him. "You do not need him. You have me." "Desperation is not a good look." I grabbed his hand and twisted it. "Where is he?" "Out back!" He squealed. I let go. "The pleasure was all yours." The grass was soft from the rain. My heels sank. "Reporter Disappears in Sinkhole, Party Continues." I scanned the place. Then I saw him. A crowd of people stood around him, hanging on his every word. Cocky. Overconfident. A future alpha, alright. I waited for an opening. He was good-looking. Not that I would tell him that. His ego was big enough. But there was something in his eyes. Something that made my stomach flip. "Hey, Enzo." A guy stepped in front of me. "You cannot just talk to him." Then, our eyes locked. A scent hit me—woodsmoke and something wild. My wolf stirred. My physical response happened before my mind managed to process it. No. No, no, no. Mate. I swallowed hard. He was not reacting. I refused to show weakness by being the first to give in. "What makes you look at him in such an intense way?" His friend mocked me. Like he owes you money?" His friend scoffed. I snapped out of it. "Do I look pregnant?" Enzo smirked. "Do you want to be?" Damn it. My body was on fire. Another voice. "You can talk to me." I turned. My heart stopped. Identical. "I am Thiago Almeida. I see you have met my brother." My jaw dropped. My eyes raked over his perfect frame. My throat went dry. “I wanted to taste you…” I caught myself before finishing. "See you both alone." Thiago beamed and stepped close enough that he was only inches away from my face. “I think you were right from the start mate.” What kind of situation had I just entered?