My Twin Alpha Mates

CHAPTER 002

LILY NUNES'S POINT OF VIEW

"This is not happening. This cannot be real. Looking at the wall as my only hope I knew it would not solve anything so I said "Not right now" as I stared.

I had spoken those exact words at least two hundred times previously. The inability to sleep turned my night into a cycle of pacing and mental breakdown. My entire strategy fell apart after I made a humiliating blunder in front of both Almeida brothers.

They had both been too close. I could not breathe. I ran from the situation with all the bravery of a coward. I would never live it down.

"Local reporter dies of sheer mortification. Visit the zoo to see their newest panda exhibit.

That was my future. The world would resume its normal rhythm after a fleeting experience of embarrassment. Sunlight streamed through the blinds as I let out a groan. I considered they would chase after me. That would have been worse. I could not face them. What was the maximum time I could continue running away from them?

I already knew the answer. I could not. The next full moon would appear in three weeks. Not enough time. Their wolves would find me. There was no running. The Daily Whisper job required my permanent alliance with the local pack to maintain my position. The Lunar Bay Pack operated closest to the city and required all wolves to report to Alpha Almeida. I couldn't live on my mates' property because they would never give me permission.

"You are the Luna. What is the pack’s name again?" my wolf asked, butting into my thoughts.

"Shut up, Brisa. I expected you to obsess over this," I stated to the void in front of me.

I refused to entertain thoughts about it. Thinking about it made it real. I was not Luna material. I could not cook. I barely cleaned. My life was school and casual hookups. School and flings. School attendance and journalism excellence became my dual focus. I was the complete antithesis of my mother who represented the perfect housewife. Whenever I pictured myself becoming like her my skin started to crawl.

I wanted to make my work enjoyable as I performed my job responsibilities well. I wanted recognition for my ability to discover the best stories and create powerful articles. I aimed to achieve success in my work while also finding enjoyment in my job.

Throughout the entire night my mind remained completely focused on myself without any thoughts of other people. Not a single man. Not a single woman. No one. My brain was stuck on them. Two mates. Two.

This was a disaster. I needed a distraction. Something reckless. Something bad.

"Your careless ways never fail to disappoint me," Brisa grumbled through a breathy exhale.

I rolled my eyes. "Too bad."

Brisa was always judging me. The mystery of how I was paired with a wolf as traditional as her continued to puzzle me. Traditional. Old-fashioned. A goody-two-shoes. How did I end up with that? During my initial work shift at seventeen I misspoke someone's name which led to my entire group laughing about my mistake for multiple days.

Despite successfully getting out of bed to take a shower I continued to feel sick.

Four hands possessing something gives us exactly what we need. Our mates! Our mates!" Brisa sang in my head.

I flashed a middle finger at my reflection before starting my preparation. During this particular moment coffee became more important to me than how my hair looked. I clipped my hair back and reached for my mug to take a long sip. This dark liquid proved ineffective as a pain reliever. The pain throbbed between my legs.

Two mates. Goddess help me.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

I frowned, assuming it was my neighbor. Her happiness appeared exaggerated as though she intended to take me to breakfast. Not the morning for that. I put up with her presence because she brought valuable connections and our intermittent conversations were enjoyable.

As I opened the door I let out a sigh before saying "Not today, Valerie."

My breath caught. My stomach dropped. My body froze.

It was not Valerie.

It was them.

Both of them. The twins looked well-rested and showed no indication of the previous night's occurrences. Meanwhile, I looked like a sleep-deprived mess.

One of them made a comment about my troubled appearance while licking his lips.

I glared. Then at his twin. s**t. I still could not tell them apart.

"Trouble? Sounds like your middle name. You both can't catch a break," I stated with crossed arms.

One twin held a food bag in their hand. The aroma of pancakes and bacon caused me to produce an embarrassing stomach growl. Were they being nice? They may have been seeking entry under this excuse.

The man initially agreed before noting the situation changed after our friend departed earlier.

I clenched my fists. I hated that I couldn't tell the twins apart from each other. And they knew it. They were enjoying it. Smug bastards.

The duo walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. The food service began without delay while another person started rummaging through my cabinets shortly after their arrival.

Why not keep other girls around to provide warmth for your bed? My complete tension caused me to react without thinking.

The night's happenings continued to replay in my thoughts. In my mind I pictured what they wore underneath their outer garments. In my mind I felt the sensation of owning them both at the same time. Both of them. I had never engaged in s****l activity with two men simultaneously before. Maybe I should have.

Both of them spoke simultaneously declaring "Not anymore."

I scoffed. The Almeida brothers? Monogamous? Laughable.

"You will be too," Brisa said smugly. You must avoid forming relationships with any other individuals.

My chest tightened. I was not ready for that. None of those events took me by surprise because I hadn't prepared myself for them. I needed control. I needed something solid to hold onto.

My eyes landed on the drawer. I yanked it open, searching. My fingers closed around what I needed. I smiled in triumph.

"Reporter finds a marker. Following the sponsor's message the broadcast will resume.

I approached the closest twin and invaded his personal space. Unable to determine how to arrange his hands he remained in a still state.

"Which one are you? And do not lie to me."

His grin spread across his face while he shoved food into his mouth. No answer.

I narrowed my eyes. "You are Thiago."

His smirk widened. When our skin touched during my hand grab the world seemed to transform around me. Sparks shot up my arm. My breath caught. The universe's mysteries seemed to reside within our hands as I held them up to my gaze.

"Damn," he murmured, just as affected.

With a quick inhalation I turned his palm over and traced a big "T" across it.

Victory.

"My turn," Enzo said, grabbing my hips.

His breath ghosted over my neck. My whole body locked up. Images that should remain unseen abruptly appeared in my mind. Skin. Nails. Pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting it.

Opening my eyes revealed Enzo standing so near I could reach out and touch him. Too close. I drew in several deep breaths before grabbing his hand to make a big "E".

"There. I wrote my name with chocolate before announcing "Now I can eat" when I reached for a plate.

"Do you prefer Li or Lily?" Enzo asked, watching me too closely.

I cringed. Only people who wanted to give me trouble ever called me Lily. They were baiting me. They anticipated me to show curiosity about how they found out my name. I would never provide these people with the reaction they wanted. They clearly had ways of getting information.

Thiago smirked as he declared his preference was Luna.

I reacted to my pancake with hostility as though it had personally offended me.

"I prefer to stay independent. I have worked hard for my career. I will not quit my profession to stand barefoot as a pregnant woman cooking on the stove.

They exchanged looks. They were mind-linking. Being unable to find any packmates near enough to share my frustration with greatly troubled me.

I needed to learn the exact details they had collected about my personal information. Had they heard about my s*x life? My reputation? Women often promise to keep pillow talk private yet they fail to keep their promises.

"Alright," Thiago said. "You want to pretend this never happened? We can do that. Thiago Almeida who will soon lead the Lunar Bay Pack said the following—

"No! No, no, no! Do not do that!" My body surged forward as I yelled while my hands clamped over his mouth.

Brisa let out a heavy breath. Should you repeat that action I will cause you to go into heat.

My blood went cold. "You better not."

"Called it," Enzo said, laughing.

The sensation of his warm tongue against my palm made me quickly pull my hand away in horror.