The Gammas Daughter and her Twin Alpha Mates

Anna It had just become fall and the leaves were falling from the trees, but it was still nice and warm. Our pack is one of the largest in the area. It's so far south that we never have a real winter. And even now in the fall we still had more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the winter was never colder than 10 degrees Celsius. The sun was rising outside while I was drinking my coffee at our dining table. My parents had lived in this house for 30 years, I had grown up in it with my brother and simply felt at home here. I had come back a month ago after being away for 5 years to study. Today was my first day as a teacher. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I had worked so long to get to this point. After all the years I had spent studying, I was finally at the point where I could teach. A new generation of students to maybe make the world a better place. At 26 years old, I was one of the youngest teachers the school had ever had. As I put on my shoes, I looked at myself in the mirror. My long reddish-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. My green eyes were slightly made up and my fair skin was slightly tanned from my recent vacation by the sea. I had been given this luxury by my family as a graduation present. On the way out, I took my jacket from the wardrobe and said goodbye to my parents. My father had been the Gamma of our pack until my younger brother Alex took over 3 years ago. I had unfortunately missed the ceremony as I couldn't fly home because of exams. The position of Gamma was third in the hierarchy of the pack. In first place was the Alpha with his mate the Luna. This was followed by the beta and then the gamma. The duties of the beta and gamma differed from pack to pack. In our pack, the Gamma was responsible for combat training. For every member of our pack, the combat training was mandatory from the age of 13 to 18. My mother was overjoyed that I was finally back home. During the 5 years of my studies, we rarely saw each other. We flew to see each other as often as we could, but that was no substitute for time apart. As I was her only daughter, she had always worried too much about me. The fact that I still hadn't found my mate didn't make it any better. My relationship with my family was very close, especially with my mother, without being restrictive. I had felt very close to her all my life and had only good memories of my childhood and my time at home. I had a brother, Alex, who was younger than me but even as a child he was a foot taller than me. We had a very loving sibling bond that my friends often envied me for. My brother Alex had found his partner Sophia when she was 22 and had shifted for the first time. They were expecting their first pup and were completely caught up in baby fever. My brother worked as Gamma together with the Beta for the Alpha of our pack. The handover of such an position was celebrated with a big party. Our pack had two alphas, twins, who were both 2 years older than me. The last time we had seen each other was shortly before my first shift, when they went to another pack to talk about alliances. They stayed away for almost a whole year to strengthen the alliance with the other Alpha. Since I had left afterwards to go to university, I hadn't seen them for more than 5 years. I would see them again on Sunday; I remembered them from my childhood as somewhat arrogant but otherwise very nice boys. We had sometimes seen each other at school or at pack events. As they were always surrounded by a mob of girls, we had hardly ever talked. This had really gone to their heads and as they reached puberty they became heartbreakers. Maybe now that I was back I would meet my mate. My mother would be thrilled. To be honest, I was a little afraid of finding my mate, my experiences with men had not been particularly good so far. I almost missed my bus stop because of all the thoughts. I got off the bus at the last moment and walked across the campus to my classroom. My morning flew by in a flash and I was shocked when it was already lunchtime. Since I only had 45 minutes until the next class started, I stayed in my classroom. Eating my salad and preparing for the next lesson, I wondered what my mate was like. Was he younger or older than me? What did he do, did he have a job in the pack? Would I even find him here in the pack? Whoops, where did these thoughts come from? I hadn't thought about such things since I was 20. After the incident with my friend Norah, I had mentally closed my mind to the idea of mates and feared the day when I would find mine. So absorbed in my thoughts, I didn't notice Oliver enter the room. He was the principal of the school and had hired me. I had known Oliver since I was young, we had gone to school together. “So how's your first day as a teacher going so far?” he asked as he sat down at my desk. I was so startled that I sucked in my breath, but when we looked at each other we burst out laughing. “All very well, the students are all very attentive and decent so far. That will change over the course of the semester.” Oliver laughed briefly, probably because he remembered our time as students; we had sometimes pushed our teachers to their limits. Five years ago, I had gone to university for a further degree in psychology while he had stayed here and become principal. “How long do you have until your next class starts?” “About five more minutes.” I say as I look at my watch. “Why do you need something?” “No.” He says smiling “Shall we meet in town on Saturday lunchtime? We could have lunch together again and I'll show you everything that's new in the city afterwards?” “Yes, that sounds great. Then we can gossip about the students like old times.” We both laugh as I say this. “Let's meet at 11, in town at the bus stop?” “Perfect, but I'll probably see you again by then, today is only Monday.” “I'll be away from tonight until Friday, a conference about the curriculum.” He grimaced so much that I laughed out loud. As my classroom began to fill up, we said goodbye to each other. Oliver had always been tall and even now I could clearly recognize him by the door from my classroom. He had long dark blond hair and as he was very fit, we had always called him Tarzan. He was 6 months older than me and had always harped on this fact during our school days. When I was at school, my mother had always hoped that Oliver would become my mate. I had now had a few years to find my mate and Oliver was definitely not it. My parents were fated mates and had loved each other dearly since the day they met, mates usually always loved each other and were good to each other. Unfortunately, I had once seen a mate who was not good to his mate. It was very rare as the moon goddess created the perfect mate for us and the mate bond made us fall in love and feel attracted to each other. Our inner wolf also ensures that we recognize the mate and are attracted to him or her. But there are some external influences which ensure that the person and also the wolf are no longer able to love the mate. I have seen this once so far and that is why I am very cautious about my mate. I would very much like to have the love that my parents have, but I am afraid of experiencing the same thing as my friend Norah. Because her mate was bad to her through and through.