Page 18 of Wolf's Whisper

"Everyone can, but it usually leads to an unfulfilled life. The only thing that comes close enough to fill that hole is a person that possesses your second mate and is a good fit for you personally."

That new-found knowledge certainly made my head spin. I always thought if you found your mate, that was it. You were done. But things just became much more complex.

"And coincidentally, you two are my mates...?" I sceptically asked, glaring at the duo in front of me.

A sour grin appeared on Aspen's face. "Correct. Funny world we live in, don't you think?"

Funny world, indeed. If funny was another way of saying fucked up.

Ashleigh's fingers gently brushed against my arm. "It is late... Why don't we all talk it over tomorrow when we are all rested?"

I nodded, suddenly realising how freaking tired I was. Catching some sleep wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Especially if it meant escaping this two mate thing and the two people that supposedly were mine.

Chapter 6. Morning

The next morning I woke up and for once, realised I didn't feel as stiff or as cold as the nights before.

The slender arm slung over my stomach was probably the reason why. Well, not just the arm, mostly the woman attached to it. Ashleigh must've cuddled up to me when I fell asleep because no way I could've fallen asleep with her so close to me.

Since she was still asleep, I had time to study her beautiful features. Her sharp nose and the scattering of freckles on the apples of her cheeks, which was surprising since she had such dark hair. Her lips were plump and pouty, the colour of ripe cherries. I wondered if she would taste like cherries or wild strawberries. Or maybe a mix of the two?

There was just something utterly beautiful about her. But then again, her male counterpart wasn't that bad looking either. Now those were some beautiful genes.

I smiled as I closed my eyes, loving how I both my front and back were nice and toasty.

Wait.

I shot up as I turned to my other side.

"Goodmorning, pumpkin," Aspen greeted me, looking ridiculously handsome for the morning.

How did he look like a model straight out of a catalogue, while birds mistook my hair for a nest? No fair...

Also not the point!

"Morning..." I stuttered, as I felt stirring from the other side. With a yawn, the other half of the delightful duo woke up.

"Mmmorningggg," she mumbled, sleepily rubbing her eyes.

"Ehmm... Morning?" I said again, as I looked from one twin to the other. So I had slept all night with those two cuddled up to me?

"Did you sleep well?" Ashleigh purred as her fingers grazed over the back of my hand, her long hairs falling over my shoulder.

"Yes, how was your beauty sleep?" Aspen chimed in, oddly cheery for having just woken up.

"Great," I muttered as I quickly dusted myself off and got out of the cuddly pile of twins. Aspen sure was much snugglier now that his sister was here. Must be his competitive nature...

Pretending I didn't know a thing about the two mate situation, I stretched the sleep out of my limbs. I threw a quick glance inside the other tent, wondering if they were morning people or not. To my relief, they were still one big pile of sleeping bodies.

Regan looked more like a big log than anything else, while JP was curled up in a little ball. Darren was star fishing, his feet digging into JP's back, but neither of them seemed to mind. And in the midst of the heap of men, there was a fluff of red hair. I grinned, they sure kept their woman nice and warm.

Not a bad situation, if you ask me. I briefly wondered if I maybe could get a thing like that going with both Aspen and Ashleigh, but as they now seemed to fight over who got the last fur, one thing became very clear. The twins didn't share.

I bent down next to the fire and blew on the coals. They were still hot. I glanced gratefully at the sleepy bunch of newcomers. At least one of them must've gotten up in the middle of the night to feed the fire.

Maybe having them around wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

I poked up the fire and threw on some of Regan's firewood, which was surprisingly dry.

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