Page 63 of Twinning and Sinning

"Sorry, Thumper," I rubbed his leg softly. He gave a weak smile, but I knew I busted his nuts. "Sorry, Bambi." Trying to get off him, he pulled my hips back down.

"I don't mind," Dax grumbled. "That was hot as hell." I giggled but tapped his hands to let me up. Wolves were still buried nose deep in the ground, not able to witness me kicking my future mates assess.

As much as I wanted to laugh and cut up, I had to control myself. This was ridiculous how they acted, and I wanted them to understand that. "Now listen," I pointed my finger at both of them. They stood silently; their moods dampened by the events before them. They were just tackled by their mate, supposedly human, possibly part Elf, but that was beside the point. "You need to know the whole story before you cause all these harmless warriors to bury their nose in the sand. Princes, Alpha's, or whatever you shouldn't jump before assessing the situation. I'm surprised you wouldn't think before yelling and stomping around like a bunch of two-year-olds the way your mother raised you."

Warriors snickered, but the twins' harsh growl put that to rest. "Babe, you have to understand something." Dimitri walked towards me, pulling both of my hands into his. "You have a very different culture you were raised in. This is how Shifters operate with mates. We are uncontrollable; we are part animals. It isn't something we can turn on and off. It is part of who we are." Dax folded his arms, watching the rest of the Wolves now looking on at our conversation.

"There are traditions, protocols, and even ways of the Wolf you have to consider. Like humans have proposals and marriages, Shifters have their own ways of doing things. Now we were a bit hasty, but our Wolves won't allow anyone else to touch you. I'm sure you would feel the same if a she-Wolf tried to touch us."

"I wouldn't go try and kill anyone!" I squealed. "We were celebrating a victory! I just kicked the head female warrior's ass!" Dimitri growled again.

"You let her fight!?" Lonato was pulled to standing, Dax' hands gripping his neck. Lonato's eyes never left Dax, not even giving away that I ordered him to.

"I pulled the Luna card; I told him I was the future Luna and I would fight her with or without his permission." Dax' electric blue eyes were dark when he looked at Lonato, but softened immediately when he met mine.

"Why would you challenge a she-Wolf to fight? You don't usually start fights; you just end them," Dimitri chuckled, snaking his arm around my waist. His nose went to my neck, immediately making me feel hot and bothered. How could he forgive me so quickly for kicking him in his nuts? Werewolf healing powers for the ball area?

"Oh, just feeling extra feisty, you know?" I entangled my fingers through Dimitri's hair, he immediately purred, closing his eyes. I played the mate card; I didn't want to get Liz in more trouble than she already was. If I told them why she was a douche bag calling me a slut I'm sure their wolfie culture would behead her.

"I can tell you why," Lonato stepped up; the bruise encompassing his neck now fading. Dax nodded his head to continue. I shook my head violently, but Lonato gave me a look of, "don't even try and save her ass."

"Liz called her a slut for having two mates, questioning if the bond was really in place." More growling ensued, but it wasn't just my mates but also the rest of the warriors. They stood up, glaring at Liz, who was trying to limp away. Liz had shifted back, a nice set of my dull teeth stuck in her neck. She wasn't healing as fast, which made me proud of myself.

"You," Dimitri pointed to a random warrior who stepped forward. "Take her to the dungeon; I'll have your Alpha do what he wants with her." The warrior nodded, escorting the neon pink bra bimbo back to the packhouse.

"I think he learned her lesson, Bambi," I whispered. I squeezed his torso with my arms. "Don't be too hard on her. Besides, I'm female head warrior of the pack now!" I beamed brightly. His hands patted my hair, holding back a laugh.

"Really now?"

"Yup, that means next rogue attack, I'm going to be out here."

Dax hummed, "we will see."

The soil between my toes tingled still as we entered the packhouse. Part of me felt a bit remorseful, tracking mud in, but that was what happened when you lived in the middle of the woods. There weren't any nice sidewalks or gravel roads. Dirt.

Dirt everywhere.

The boys had me shower alone, which surprised me. I had already grown attached to their neediness when there was a chance to see me naked. A bit disappointed, I hopped in the shower, feeling the stings of the scratches and bruises on my body. At the time, I felt nothing. Just the ground beneath me, the power I felt being pulled from within.

An Elf father, that was what I was looking at right now. If my dream was indeed true, then my father was an Elf. What sort of powers does an Elf hold? Bergarian was the distant land where my mates were from; the urge was strong to know more about this land that may house my father if he was still alive. Would he want me if he knew I was here? I had lost my mother; her face continues to haunt me day in and day out. There wasn't a moment I didn't see her. Her red hair would get so tangled in the wind when she took me to the park when I was little. She would laugh and laugh when the wind blew, often looking to the trees. She always chose the parks nearest to a forest or a dense woodland.

Before father began keeping me indoors, we would trek through the woods behind the property. The land my father owned, stole, or killed for. However, you want to look at it; it was a safe haven for my mother. Now thinking the dream was true, was this her way to keep a part of herself to her lover, my father?

Scrubbing my hair and putting on a healthy amount of conditioner, I stepped out. The cuts weren't bleeding anymore, just nasty and swollen. As soon as the towel wrapped around my chest, Dimitri came in with a first aid kit. "Even if your father may be half-Elf, I don't think you gained healing abilities from him." I shook my head, grinning as his hand laced with mine.

Picking me up by the waist, he sat me on the counter. "Let me see what I have to work with…" Dimitri shamelessly picked up my leg; the scrapes on my knees bled slightly. Kissing it with his slightly chapped lips, he dabbed it with cotton, placing a medicated bandage on my knees. This continued with each scrape, kissing it lightly, putting on ointments and bandages.

Once he had finished my legs, arms, and the small cut on my forehead, his fingers went to the top of my towel. The girls were smushed together tightly; the heat from his fingers caused me to chill at the touch. "I need to see if you are hurt under here." The smile in his eyes contained a sensual flame; the corners of his lips trembled, waiting for me to agree.

"I'm not," I said breathlessly. "I think you got them all."

"Really?" His expression held a note of mockery. "I'm not sure if I believe you. You said you would stay close to the hut, but we find you playing in the dirt." I bit my lip, trying to remain serious.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"I'm not calling you a truther," a giggle escaped me, no longer able to hold the serious tone he was warranting. His fingers trailed the top of the towel again, only for me to nod.

His index finger trailed between my breasts as he pulled the towel down. Pooling to my hips, my larger-than-average breasts spilled over. An appreciative groan was heard in the back of his throat. "Any cuts?" I whispered.

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