Page 77 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

I just knew right at that moment that she knows.

Lysander stirs in my mind, worried that his mate is having a panic attack, but I ignore him. Instead, I focus solely on her, trying to calm her down as well as I can. Her showing me the video just proves what I already feared.

This is not how I wanted her to find out. I didn’t expect her to hack into our system and find the videos. The next shock comes when she tells me she hears a voice in her head, but she doesn’t smell like a wolf or like a shifter. Maybe it’s buried deep inside her, or she is half werewolf and can’t shift. I don’t know, but there is no time for that now.

For now, I need to calm her down.

“Tony, what’s a mate!?” she asks, her eyes red from crying and her voice hoarse, but she sounds much calmer than before.

“Mates are destined partners,” I say quietly. “Have you seen Twilight?”

“Unfortunately, I did,” she mutters.

“The movie is crap, but they got the part about the one partner right,” I explain quietly, lifting her off the floor and carrying her to the sofa. I don’t want to take her to bed, afraid she might take it wrong and think I will take advantage of her.

“This is so…” She shakes her head.

“But you feel it.” I try to call to her instincts. “You feel drawn to me. No logic seems to work. You felt my sadness yesterday. You are a woman of science. If you rule out all the other possibilities and go by what you saw and by the facts…”

She stares at me; her mouth opens and closes like she isn’t sure what to say. “The book,” she says. “You reacted so weird when I showed you my grandma’s book.”

“You said she always believed in supernatural beings.” I bite my lips nervously. “Don’t you think she had a very valid reason for it?”

“Show me,” Dalila demands.

“What? Now and here?” I blink.

“Yes.” She nods, wiping her face clean and crawling off my lap. “Now and here.”

I take a deep breath. “Okay.” I nod. “I will show you, but promise me you won’t run. I have full control when in my wolf form. It’s not like in the movies.”

She stares at me, and it’s impossible to tell what she thinks. She nods, though, and I swiftly strip down to my underwear before taking a step back and effortlessly shifting to my lycan form. I keep my distance, tilting my head a bit and just looking at my mate.

Dalila looks at me wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” she whispers.

28

The Truth

*ANTHONY*

“Okay.”Dalilapacesupand down in front of me while I sit in my lycan form. Our fur is silky and almost a bit fluffy, very rare for male wolves. We have chocolate-brown fur, with white paws and a white snout, and the tip of our tail is white, too. Henry and Arlo always joke about our fancy looks.

“So, werewolves exist. And so do vampires, and probably fairies, and… oh shoot, are there zombies too?” I tilt my head, trying to shrug. From what I know, no, but you never know. “Grandma wasn’t crazy,” she continues. “She wasn’t telling funny stories. She was telling the truth.” She pauses. “I’m not crazy! Oh, thank god, I’m not nuts! And I have a mate… that hot frat boy there is my mate. I don’t do hot normally. But…” She whips around to look at me. “Can I touch you?”

Wow, I think, I can’t wait to be able to mind link her because the way her brain works is both fascinating and hilarious. She recovered pretty fast from her initial shock and panic and now seems to have a rather scientific interest towards what she sees.

I nod, letting my tongue hang out in a silly manner, and plod towards her. Very carefully, she reaches out her hand and pats my fur.

“It’s so soft…” she blurts out. “You know, technically, wolves are just big dogs, and I love dogs. I’m a dog person. So, this is not all that weird!”

Good thing I’m on a no-talking spree with Lysander, or he would have chewed my ear off with complaints about being compared to a dog.

Sensing the change in her mood from going from panic and fear and anger to curiosity and fascination, I decide to act on it and lick over her face. “Stop it,” she squeals, trying to push me away while I continue to slobber all over her. “YUK, bad wolfie!”

She squeals and laughs, and once I can feel her relaxing fully through our bond, I step back. She wipes her face and grins. “Stupid werewolf.” She laughs. “You may turn back now if you want.”

I nod and instantly shift back to my human form. “It’s called shifting, by the way,” I tell her.

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