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Luna for the Twin Alphas

Book 1 : “She looks delightful,” the alpha’s voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha’s face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn’t. Does he just never look happy? “We found her, our mate.” “8 f*ck*ng years,” the other alpha hummed. “We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you.” “Perfect,” the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland. Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe. She got more than he bargained for when he ran away from his cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to Book 2: Sylvia becomes a mail Order bride travels to meet her new husband, Xander, and marry him on the very same day. But, once there she discovers that he is set to marry twins. Book 3 : Pregnant for a man who seduced her and then abandoned her, Eden had only one idea in mind: to demand reparation. But when she arrives in London to confront him, after a long difficult trip, Eden is left dismayed: the father of her unborn pup had disappeared. His title of viscount, his lands, are now the property of his brother, the taciturn Ian Boyle. A surprise that hides another: because Ian, who does not compromise with the honor of his name, orders Eden to marry him when he discovers that she is expecting a child. A white marriage that would save appearances? No. Faced with the burning look that Ian puts on her, Eden guesses that this proposal will not be without a counterpart or compromise
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Chapter 6

Leo Guided her into a large office after eating, gesturing for her to sit in the seat on the opposite side of the table. He started rifling through some sheets, trying to find something. Anastasia sank into the chair, the size of it engulfing her.

Her feet didn't even touch the ground. They clearly made it for the alpha. "What will I do in the pack exactly?" she asked tentatively. She hadn't been told off for speaking first before, so she felt brave.

The alpha had come back now with a book, sitting down on the chair next to her and gesturing for the omega to sit on him instead. The omega weaved around the large desk and sat in Leo’s lap again, shuffling around to get comfortable. From the looks of it, omegas got held and carried around everywhere in this pack. She liked it. Such care was never given to omegas back in her pack. "Will I just stay at home and care for our future pups?" "No," Leo Said, placing soft kisses on her neck after he finished rifling through the sheets.

They really loved her neck, huh? "You are our mate, so you have to do more. You need to spend time with the pack members and make sure everyone is okay.

We worry more about safety and repairs, protecting the pack from intruders and any other disasters that may occur. Your job is to take care of the nurseries and children, keep an eye on the infirmary and stores, and make sure no one is homeless and everyone is getting fed. You will also have control over the bank, but that won't be until sometime later."

"Okay," Anastasia perked up. She never really liked staying at home. She loved exploring and meeting new people, even though her identity made that difficult.

The alphas had promised that she had no reason to hide her hair anymore, it was something to flaunt about. How pretty their omega is. That made her more confident. “I like that, do other omegas do what I do as well?” Leo smiled at her, sensing her happiness.

"I'm glad you like that. I refuse to allow you to be unhappy about anything. Our pack is more equal when it comes to responsibilities. We have quite a few omegas who go hunting or do border patrol. Everyone has a job."

"No, I'm happy. This is way better than my old pack. I can't wait to help out, especially in the infirmary and the nurseries. I always wanted to be a part of that but I never really spoke to anyone in my old pack."

“Why's that?” “Because of my hair, I was also one of the few omegas allowed out and about. My father didn't like me because I wasn't an alpha like my brother so I stayed far away from anyone.

I was raised by my older brother my whole life until I had to leave.” “May I ask why you came here my sun? You mentioned that you were traveling.”

“I was never planning on leaving but my brother had to leave to find his mate, he said he would come back in time for me to present but right after I presented I was told that I would be mated to this man, Raphael when my first heat comes. He was already mated and just wanted omegas for fun after his old omega died. I escaped the night I found out because he was very cruel and I didn't want to be with him.

My omega also told me to, if she hadn’t I would never have run away. It was also her who told me to join the competition.” Leo’s scent spiked up and his grip became tighter, showing protectiveness.

“Well, I’m glad you left. You are in an infinitely better place.”

“I think you are correct about that,”

Anastasia smiled at the alpha. It had been less than three full days in this pack and she already was loving it more. Even the short time she spent in the town was pleasant. “What pack were you originally from, my sun?” Leo asked casually as he looked through a letter.

“The valerian pack.” Leo Looked up at her and pondered it. “That's so far away, my love, we went there some time ago, to scout for omegas whilst we went to make a treaty with them.”

As Leo talked about the competition, she was reminded of 3 years ago when they had come to her pack. It was a faint memory, but as Leo talked about it, her memories were refreshed. They had come for the renewal of treaties but were granted with a present from the pack leader as gratitude for the more powerful leaders. It was something smaller packs did to suck up to larger packs such as the Sinclair pack, especially as it was one that no one wanted to mess with them.

They had the best warriors and the majority of the pack was trained in combat, the war wasn't ideal. She remembers being in her room, avoiding all the chatter as all the unmated omegas in his pack were escorted to the twin’s room, one by one. Each of them returned after not even 5 minutes, drawing up the confusion.

The twins left the pack in a state of confusion, especially when the omegas started gossiping about how they were all told to undress in front of the two alphas and told to shift. It seemed to be a beauty contest, which had the prettiest wolf and body.

Everyone has speculated that they were trying to find an appealing omega to lay with, so the many omegas who came back with none staying in had hurt the pack’s pride a lot.

She finally understood the severity of that day. For them to have been so close to their mate, yet unaware that they had yet to present must be so annoying now. She remembers serving them wine on their third night.

All she did was duck into the room, pour a few glasses, and leave. Anastasia remembered catching sight of them and being unable to tear her eyes away, just like the previous day. If only they had stared back, or she had been in the room longer.

The alpha took her around the compound, showing her the different buildings after lunch. It was big, humongous.

Coming from a family that was next in power to the leader, she should be used to such scales. However, her old pack struggled to maintain 2000 members, whilst this one easily was 10 times that size, maybe even bigger. The size of the land clearly would be reflective of its numbers.

Admiring all the buildings and facilities separate from the main pack, she was reminded once again that she had lived in squalor even with wealth. There was a training area for the military personnel for the pack, which was what Logan was in charge of. There were a couple of hundred wolves practicing, Anastasia doubted that this was their whole army though, maybe just a few fighters.

Even with this small number, they could overtake the Valerian pack and a few of the surrounding packs very easily. As Leo walked past, arm firmly wrapped around her, a couple of the wolves looked up and stared at her from the balcony they were on. They were shocked at the sight of her, her hair was out and fluttering around her face.

Anastasia didn't doubt for a second that the news of her appearance could spread around town now. Leo Seemed to be relaxed about showing her off, so she let it go. The alpha wouldn't put her in danger. She automatically decided after that day that he really liked her mate, he was so nice and charming.

Every alpha she had ever met, save for her brother and Evan, had been gruff and dominant. She hated having to submit and losing her sense of control, even if she liked being guided around. She liked having the choice to follow someone, rather than being forced to do anything because an alpha’s aura was too intrusive. Leo Was lovely, strong, but lovely.

He smelt amazing and being in his hold made her feel so safe and protected. It was as if her omega was being lulled into a deep sleep, allowing her to not rely on her senses to keep her out of danger because there was no danger when her alpha was around. She willingly did everything the alpha asked her to do, a command never falling from his lips.

Anastasia would usually be more suspicious if Alpha was so accommodating, but the only thing he seemed to be suppressing was his urge to touch the omega. Anastasia understood the feeling though, all she wanted to do was hold the alpha, the need for physical intimacy never being as strong as it had been the past day, and Anastasia had always been affectionate.

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