The Alpha Twins fated Mate

Lunch

Anna POV

Michael greeted me with a warm hug, and together we walked to our table. The moment the waiter took our drink orders, Oliver couldn’t resist diving straight into recounting our encounter with the Alpha twins.

“You actually snapped at them?” Michael asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yes,” I replied firmly, keeping my hands busy fidgeting with the napkin. “Even if they’re my mates, I have my principles, and I stick to them. Besides… you’ve seen what happened with Norah. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Anna,” Oliver said, concern written across his face. “What happened with Norah was horrific, but it was a one-time tragedy. Don’t let their past scare you away from being happy with your mates.”

“Give them a chance,” Michael added. “And if they turn out to be jerks, you can always run away, buy ten cats, and focus on your carreer. Problem solved.” I laughed, though it felt more like a nervous snort than genuine humor.

They were right. Norah’s story was extreme, and an anomaly. My mates were made for me. The bond wasn’t just magnetic—it was soul-shaking. It pulled you together in ways nothing else could. Our desires, our temperaments, our values—all perfectly aligned. A cosmic match.

"Are you driving the getaway car?” I teased, nudging Michael to lighten the mood.

“You know we’ve got your back,” he replied, grabbing Oliver’s hand in his with a wink. “Just like in school. Remeber what mischief you did pull back then?”

“That wasn’t my fault!” I protested. “I told them I couldn’t aim. If they handed me a ball anyway… that’s on them!”

We all laughed, remembering the infamous sports day. I had been forced into a throwing event despite my protests. One errant throw later, and Michael had been on the receiving end—literally.

“Lucky accident, though,” Oliver added fondly. “Otherwise, I might never have met you.”

“Yes,” I agreed, smiling at the memory. “But I stay well clear of balls these days,” Michael said with mock seriousness, sending us into another round of laughter.

As our drinks arrived, we ordered food, and Michael and Oliver quickly slipped into their usual playful banter, leaving my thoughts to drift back to Leon and Jason. My heart still fluttered at the memory of this morning. Could they forgive my outburst? Would tomorrow be… different? Or would they push me away? Reject me even?

No. They wouldn’t. Not if their behavior earlier was any indication.

More drinks arrived, and between bites of lasagna, we covered everything—from university drama to nostalgic childhood stories.

“So… are you going to become Luna soon?” Oliver asked casually.

I nearly choked on my lasagna. “I haven’t even thought about it. I guess that’s tomorrow’s topic.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Michael asked, curiosity flickering.

“I’ll be officially welcomed back into the pack by the Alphas. After the formalities, Leon and Jason will want to talk to me—alone,” I explained, shivering slightly at the thought.

The idea of multiple pack members being present—including the Alphas’ parents, the Beta, and a handful of others—made my stomach twist. I could use the time to observe them, study their expressions, and prepare myself.

As a child, I had imagined meeting my mate like a scene from a storybook: eyes locking across the room, a magnetic pull, a kiss, and endless happiness together with a litter of pups. After Norah, that fantasy had become fragile.

Now, I had two mates. Which one did I even kiss first? Did they expect me to kiss them tomorrow? Mate-bond or not, I felt my cheeks heating just at the thought.

“Will your parents or Alex be there?” Oliver asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“No, but we’ll meet them later at Alex and Sofia’s for dinner,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“What do you think will happen? They were ready to mark you the second they saw you,” Oliver added.

“I honestly don’t know,” I admitted.

“Are you going to tell them you’ve never had a boyfriend?” Michael asked cautiously.

“I… don’t know. They can smell, that I wasnt with someone, should I say something?”

“See how it unfolds, but make sure they know before they try to push you into anything,” Oliver advised.

Michael smirked. “Anna, how did you survive college without a boyfriend? Back then, I get it—you had us idiots in school. But at university?”

“Not that I was saving myself for my mates. I went on dates, but it never clicked. After Norah, I just wanted to be sure.”

“Does it click now?” he asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

I hesitated. The mate bond with Leon and Jason was overwhelming, intoxicating. I could have stayed in their embrace forever… if not for the memories of Norahs dead body urging caution. I didn’t truly know them as men, beyond fleeting encounters from childhood. And while my wolf urged trust, a part of me hesitated. What if they had changed? What if they weren’t what I hoped for? Of course I felt the bond and the spark between us, but was that enough?

And then there was the Luna question. How could I, a teacher and scholar, guide an entire pack? Was I ready?

“I suppose we’ll see,” I murmured finally.

“Just remember,” Oliver said gently, “Mates are made for each other, they are perfect for each other and selected by the moon goodes. You dreamed of this as a child—remember that joy.”

It was true. I had often fantasized to Oliver about the day I’d meet my mate.

After settling the bill, we headed to the store Oliver had suggested. It was perfect—exactly my style. We found curtains, soaps, oils, and other essentials for my apartment. Despite finding my mates, I still wanted my own space, a sanctuary to retreat to.

After our extensive shopping spree, we returned home, where my mother was already bustling in the kitchen.

“Hello, sweetheart! How was it with Oliver?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

“Good! Michael came too—I hadn’t seen him in ages,” I said.

“They’re such a lovely couple. Your dad is in the living room,” she added.

I peeked in. Dad was reading on the sofa, looking as fit and composed as ever.

“Hey, Muffin,” he said—my lifelong nickname. “How was your day?”

“Good! We went out to eat and grabbed the last things I needed for the apartment.”

We chatted over dinner about my week and upcoming move. They would help me with everything next week, even though part of me wanted to stay home a little longer, I had to leave the nest. After living alone for 5 years I needed some room for myself.

I loved my parents. I had always felt safe and cherished under their care. After cleaning up, I bid them goodnight and retreated to my room.

As I shut the door, a sudden chill ran through me. Tomorrow everything would change. The Alpha twins—my mates—would no longer be distant figures from my childhood. Their presence would demand my attention, my heart, and perhaps, even more than I was ready to give.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Tomorrow, nothing would be the same.