Page 14 of Twinning and Sinning

"Yeah, they basically said we are on our own to figure out how we are going to tell Seraphina. Oh, by the way, they think it is absolutely hilarious we got 'adopted' at a pound. Dad was more pissed, though; our training has doubled when we get back." Dimitri huffed in annoyance.

I cursed to myself as I scratched my ear. Dimitri was able to get our bag full of our essentials and talked to the Red Wolves Pack. That would be beneficial to us when Seraphina wants to see how a pack runs, and it's great to know we have a backup plan if she kicks us out. She wouldn't do that, though, would she? Surely not. The goddess isn't that mean, is she? I never know what women think.

"You know I will never be able to use the male hot spring on the territory again, right?" I growled out."We are going to be laughing stocks; two alphas got captured by humans and stayed in a pound for months. Melody will never hand the Crimson Shadows Pack over to us knowing we were a bunch of pussies."

"Whining about it isn't going to do anything; we win Seraphina's heart, keep her safe AND find out who is behind the silver gas that was used on us. That will get us back in good light at home."I rolled my eyes. No one cares about that shit. They care about the brawn, not the brains. I just need to rip some rogues to pieces and maybe that Jonas and Trey kid, that would make me feel better.

Seraphina was humming as she was scrolling on her phone. With a few flicks of her finger, she turned on the television, and her phone was instantly connected.

"What's she doing?" Dimitri linked as he jumped on the couch. Seraphina began bouncing to the music as we looked at her phone's mirrored image on the TV.

"She's trying to learn how to club dance," I could sense Dimitri's smirk as Seraphina swayed to the music. Several men and women were in a line, showing technical moves on different beats to the music.

"This is complicated; why can't she just dance with the music? These stupid people are counting beats and shit?" I muttered. Seraphina began counting and moving her ass. Who knew that black leggings with a crop-top half-shoulder shirt would be so damn sexy? Hell, everything she did was sexy. My eyes never left her breasts as she moved her hips seductively.

"Haven't you noticed? Seraphina does things logically. She measures each ingredient; she organizes the books at her work not just by alphabetizing them, but also by genre and location to return them on a shelf. Seraphina is technical, and look, she's getting the hang of it."I swore I saw Dimitri smirk as he pointed out her every move. I didn’t notice, I was too attuned to her fucking body.

Seraphina switched off the club dancing tutorial and put on an actual song instead of that trashy shit. Rihanna, ‘Work' came on, and she began to sway to the beat, and freaking good gods, she could move that ass.

Dimitri and I didn't look away; we had lost our shame as she tried to copy the dancers in the video. Her ass bounced all over the place while we sat and watched her body jump in all the right places.

"So I have an idea," my eyes never left Seraphina's body.

"What's that?"Dimitri's eyes didn't leave Seraphina either as her hips began to swivel.

"Seraphina is going to Zoey's party, that's at a bar/club. I know I don't want her going there without us, and I'm sure you feel the same."Seraphina dropped to the floor as her ass popped back out in the perfect curve.

"Nope."We licked our lips at the same time.

"Then we get some clothes and meet her there at that bar. She will see us in human form, and we will make sure we are the only ones dancing with her. Maybe win her that way." My eyes traveled down her body.

"Sounds good." Dimitri's eyes locked with Seraphina's breasts since she was NOT wearing a sports bra. Fuck, she was going to kill us. I'm going to die right here.

The timer went off in the kitchen, and she paused the music while we both wined. Her head darted to us as she heard our cry. "Don't worry, guys, dinner is almost done. Hope you like chicken thighs." A growl left my throat. I could think of being between her two thighs right now. I wondered how she tasted? Licking my lips, Dimitri looks over at me with a disgusted look.

"She doesn't even know you; there is no way you are getting in between her thighs right now. In fact..." Dimitri stood up to stretch. "I think we should make a bet."

A bet? This could be interesting. The only time Dimitri makes a bet is when he thinks he will win, and I sure do love a challenge. I can beat him at his own game easily if it has anything to do with Seraphina.

"The first to win her affection in our human form wins."Woah, this was dangerous, even for Dimitri to suggest such a challenge when our mate is involved. However, affections, what does this entail here?

"Affections such as my cock is in her pussy or affection as in she falls in love with me? There are a few ways we can fly here, my man." Dimitri laughed as he trotted to the kitchen. We were both going to be mated to her, so there was already an obvious attraction. It is just a matter of who gets there first.

"Once she knows who we are, that we are twins, and we both want her. Let's see who she picks to kiss, to love, and make love to first." My eyes narrowed as I thought this through. Someone's feelings are going to get hurt. Do I want to put a strain on my brother and I's relationship just for bragging rights with our mate?

Hell, yeah.

"You got a deal. Challenge starts at Zoey's party."

Seraphina

I poked at my thighs as I ate my grilled chicken breasts topped with rosemary and white wine sauce. I gave the boys the thighs because they had dark meat; wild animals preferred darker meat, so I hope they enjoyed it. Eating it raw was probably their preference, but I couldn't stomach it. If I was cooking, I'd cook them the same meal.

Ugh, thinking of thighs. I poked mine with my finger. I was free of my father, so why did I have to keep coming back to this? I could eat what I wanted now that I was away from him and his strict rules. Then again, if I was caught, he would starve me for days. Was that something I really wanted?

Did I just think I was going to get captured? Was I worried about my weight just because, at some point, I was going to be brought back into that world? I groaned as I flung my fork on the table. No, it isn't about my weight, or my thighs, or my breasts. I'm having second thoughts about running. I was free now, I could do what I wanted, but my mind was trapped and still stuck on food diaries and exercise routines.

I needed to run.

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