The Alpha Twins fated Mate

Monday mood

“Hello?” I answered, my voice uncertain.

“Hello, love,” Leon’s deep, velvety tone flowed through the speaker.

A heavy weight lifted from my chest, and I exhaled shakily.

“Hi,” I whispered, the single syllable almost lost against my lips. On the other end, Leon chuckled softly.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he teased, warmth dancing in his voice.

“No, but… I didn’t save your number,” I confessed truthfully—well, partly. He didn’t need to know what kind of terrifying thoughts had been running through my head.

“That’s on me,” he said, gentle remorse in his tone. “I should have put our numbers in your phone earlier.”

“How was your evening?” I asked, craving to hear more of his voice.

He sighed, and I imagined the way he might be dragging a tired hand over his face.

“Lonely.”

I frowned. “But you were with Jason and your parents.”

“Yes, but without you, my love,” he murmured, and I could hear the pout in his words.

Silence stretched between us, soft and tender.

“I missed you too,” I admitted, the truth leaving my lips before I could stop it.

“Yeah?” Leon’s voice lifted, full of hope.

“Yes… so much,” I said honestly.

“Then move in with us already,” Jason’s voice called from somewhere behind him, brash and unfiltered.

I laughed, the sound bubbling out of me before I could stop it.

“Soon,” I promised. Because even if I pretended I wanted to take things slow, I knew the truth—Leon and Jason had already claimed a piece of me I couldn’t take back.

That night, sleep refused to come.

I tossed, turned, stared at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, their faces appeared. My mates. Two mates. Two impossibly gorgeous men whose eyes seemed to pierce straight into my soul.

Leon’s steady presence made me feel like I was anchored, safe. With him, I could breathe, rest, surrender. Jason was the opposite—fiery, demanding, the kind of man who would push me to the very edge and dare me to go further.

How could I possibly go slow with them?

By the time my alarm rang, exhaustion dragged at my limbs, but I forced myself up. My first day as a mentor for the students’ final projects loomed ahead. It kept me busy enough that I barely noticed the hours slipping by.

When the clock struck 3 p.m., I dismissed the last group of students. My stomach growled angrily, reminding me I hadn’t eaten all day. I dug an apple out of my bag and bit into it, pulling the latest exam papers closer.

At exactly 3:30, the classroom door opened.

Leon and Jason stepped inside.

The shift in my body was instant—every nerve in me woke up at once, buzzing, alive. My exhaustion evaporated like mist under the sun.

“Hi,” I breathed, my pulse skipping as they approached.

“Hello, beautiful,” Leon murmured, his hand finding the back of my neck as he leaned down. His lips brushed mine gently, reverently, like I was something precious. His kiss was warmth, a promise.

Jason, on the other hand, didn’t wait. His eyes burned with hunger as he grabbed me, pulling me flush against him. His lips crushed mine in a kiss that demanded everything. His tongue swept against my lips, and instinctively, I opened for him. The kiss deepened, raw and consuming, until I was breathless, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

When I finally broke away, gasping, Jason cupped my face, his thumb stroking across my cheek possessively. His eyes, sharp and burning with need, softened just a fraction.

“I missed you, baby,” he said, his grin wicked but his voice rough, betraying the truth of his longing.

I laughed, my cheeks hot. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Reluctantly, Jason released me, though he immediately snatched my bag from my shoulder as though to claim another piece of me. Leon slipped his arm around me, guiding me toward the door, his steady warmth balancing Jason’s wildness.

Crossing campus with them on either side felt like walking through fire. Everyone was staring, whispers trailing behind us. My cheeks flamed hotter with every step. I knew why—they saw the marks on my neck, the hickeys that refused to fade even under layers of makeup. My hair, though loose, couldn’t hide them completely.

The twins didn’t seem to mind. No—they seemed proud.

Jason’s hand brushed against mine, his smirk daring anyone to comment. Leon’s steady grip on my shoulder tightened, like a quiet reassurance that I belonged with them.

Once we were finally inside their car, I sagged against the seat, exhaling heavily. Jason slid behind the wheel, while Leon stayed close beside me in the backseat, his arm still firmly around me.

“Relax, Anna,” Leon whispered, but I couldn’t. My body was still tense, my thoughts spiraling.

This was what life with them would mean—being Luna, being seen, always at the center of attention. Could I handle it?

“What’s wrong?” Leon asked softly, his fingers trailing over my knee. Sparks shot through me, heat pooling low in my belly. His touch scattered my thoughts into nothing but sensation.

“I’m just… not used to everyone staring at me,” I finally admitted.

Leon’s nostrils flared subtly, his eyes darkening with his wolf so close to the surface. He inhaled deeply, then looked at me with a knowing smirk.

He smelled my arousal.

Thankfully, the car stopped just then—we’d arrived at the packhouse.

Before I could ask why we were here instead of his parents’ home, Leon swept me into his arms as though I weighed nothing.

The packhouse was buzzing, the large common room filled with pack members chatting, laughing, sharing food. I caught glimpses of the kitchen, the sofas, even the library across the hall, but Leon didn’t slow down. His strides were long, determined, Jason following right behind us.

Eyes turned, whispers rose. But Leon ignored them all, carrying me up the stairs until we reached the third floor.

He set me down in a room that was warm and welcoming—soft yellows and beige tones, a large dark wooden bed dominating the space. A desk and shelves lined with documents, a small sofa, a wide-screen TV.

Leon’s forehead pressed against mine, his hands holding my face like I was the only thing in his world. His eyes, now nearly black, blazed with restrained hunger.

Jason moved behind me, burying his face in my hair, his breath hot against my neck.

I was caught between them, small, trembling, utterly theirs.

Leon kissed me then—deep and fierce, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs. Before I could recover, Jason’s lips traced fire along my neck.

By the time Leon finally pulled away, grinning, I was dizzy, disoriented, desperate for more.

And then Jason’s mouth claimed mine again, rough and consuming, until the world itself seemed to disappear.

Breathless, I pulled away from Jason, taking a small step back. His satisfied grin made my heart skip a beat. My eyes wandered around the room, and I found myself moving toward the large bookshelf behind the bed. All the while, I felt the twins’ gazes burning into me, intense and unrelenting.

“Anna,” Leon said softly, holding out his hand. “Come here. I can’t bear it when you’re so far away.”

I took his hand, letting him draw me closer. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto his lap on the sofa. Jason settled on my other side, his eyes never leaving me—warm, attentive, protective. Leon adjusted me so that I could see both of them at the same time. Instinctively, they each took one of my hands, as if they couldn’t breathe without this contact. And in truth… neither could I. My heart ached to stay this close, to feel their presence, to be caught between them.

Huh… they had spent the whole day without me. I hadn’t realized just how much I had missed being near them until now.

“How are you feeling? With us as your mates?” Leon’s voice was calm, yet edged with intensity—a mix of curiosity and care that made my chest tighten.

“Um…” I stammered, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Well… I think we have a lot in common. Our… physical connection is still very new to me. I have very little experience… no, scratch that: none at all.”

They continued to look at me, their attention unwavering. I wasn’t used to being the center of such focus and swallowed hard before I added, “But… I really enjoy it with you. It feels so… amazing to be desired like this.”

I was certain my face was now burning red. Leon and Jason grinned from ear to ear, their fingers brushing lightly over my hands and arms.

“Baby, you’re absolutely perfect,” Jason murmured, his voice low and filled with longing. “I would mark you right now if you’d let me.”

I imagined how they would mark me and then we would mate. My pulse quickened and I felt my excitement flaring up all over again.

Both twins immediately drew in their breath sharply and their eyes darkened.

“Anna.” Leon said with a deep groan.

Before I could say anything back, I was on my back and Jason was on top of me.

He buried one hand in my hair, using the other to support himself so he didn't have to put all his weight on me.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek and jaw until he turned his attention to my neck. My skin tingled wherever his lips touched my skin. Leon rubbed my legs and feet, probably sensing my excitement. For one reason, I was really more nervous with Jason on top of me than with Leon. Jason was more impetuous and was going to push me to my limits.

Jason was giving me another hickey and I groaned. Like Leon the day before, he was lying between my legs and could clearly feel his erection in my most intimate place.

“Anna, you're driving me crazy,” he murmured against my neck. “You smell so good.” He continued kissing his way down my body to my collarbone and the base of my breasts.

I felt like my body was on fire and I breathed heavily. My arousal reached unprecedented heights. I could feel my moisture gathering in my underwear. Jason moaned against my neck. He lifted himself up and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my hands around his neck. His kiss made me groan and he immediately slipped his tongue into my mouth and circled my tongue with his. He rubbed his erection against me and I moaned loudly.

Jason pulled back from me slightly and looked into my eyes.

“Let me make you come.”