Page 161 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

She beams. “Fantastic. I will have my whole stuff sent over from my old place next week. Then I should be set.”

“We’ll rent a van for this in case you want to move some furniture, too,” I reassure her.

“Can you lend me some headphones, meanwhile?”

“Sure, babe.” I rummage through the box with my gaming equipment and give her my best set of headphones before taking a second one for me.

She pecks my lips. “See you in a minute, online.”

I grin. She is truly the woman of my dreams. She doesn’t need help with my PC, so I make sure to switch on my PlayStation and start the game. Loading times are longer than on PC, but I don’t mind. We’ve decided to start with ESO. I love a good multiplayer game, and Dalila is a fan of the Elder Scrolls games in general, so it’s the perfect choice for us.

You know, Lys starts.We could have spent the whole morning in bed and—

Shut up, Lysander. I grin.You know how little time we have to actually play a campaign?

You humans are weird, he grumbles.

My loading screen moves to the game screen, and I can log in with my character. Dalila’s character is already waiting for me. She is a bit further in the campaign as she started a few months ahead of me, but she is going to tag along with me until I catch up to her. Funnily, she chose to play a Khajiit, which are human-like cats. “You instinctively acted on your werecat background.” I chuckle into my mic.

She laughs. “Yes, it seems that way. And you are playing a Wood Elf. I thought you would rather choose more of a warrior-classed character.”

“That’s what I normally go for,” I admit. “I almost chose an Argonian or Redguard, but I always play the same type of characters, so I wanted a bit of a change.” I grin. “And that way I subconsciously choose a character that’s in an alliance with your character.”

“Yes.” She sounds happy. “Makes it so much easier. It’s like we always knew we belong to each other.”

Her words finally make Lys happy and get him on board, too.You are right. This is kind of fun, too, he mutters while he watches me navigate through the online landscape with Dalila’s character next to me.Though I prefer her ass in real life.A pause.Watch out!He bellows suddenly.An attack!

Well, thank you.I roll my eyes.This is not my first time gaming, you know?

It seems that Lys truly got into it, too, and I don’t have the heart to tell him to leave me alone, so I let him stay with me, although he takes this way too seriously. He gets upset whenever an enemy attacks us in-game, and I need to stop him from taking over when we are in a dragon’s lair, way too under-leveled, and have to start anew.

“This was fun,” Dalila says while we get ready for lunch with our family and friends.

“Yeah, but next time, I will send Lysander over to you so he can get on your nerves instead of mine.”

She grins.

“Say, Dalila.” I take her hand and close the door behind us. “I was thinking. I want this place to be as much yours as it is mine. And I want your input on how we design it, the furniture, the choices of fabric and paint… and everything.”

She looks at me curiously. “I love how this sounds,” she admits. “You want to redo your place? Not that I don’t love it, but I really like the thought of doing something together with you.”

“I was thinking about moving out of this suite here and building our own place close to the pack house. There is a space of empty land my parents kept for that reason.”

“You mean we can build our own house?”

“Exactly how we want it,” I tell her. “You can have your own office the way you like it for your freelance work, while our luna and alpha offices will be in the pack house. So, you can separate these two areas of work. And we need a gaming room!”

“Yes.” She beams at me. “And I want a huge kitchen with a kitchen island. There are so many Egyptian dishes my mom and grandma made for me. I want to learn how to cook them.” She grins. “The bathroom has to be a copy of your existing one, though. I’m still in love with it.”

“Consider it done,” I say, my heart and chest filling with warmth. I didn’t imagine her to like my idea so much. “So, you are on board with it?”

“Absolutely!” She smiles brightly. “And I have some funds, too. My mom put some money aside for me, and I inherited a bit from my family. I’m not wealthy or anything, but I can contribute something.”

Part of me wants to tell her that she doesn’t need to contribute anything, that we have enough resources and money here, but the other part just knows she loves her independence, and I respect her for it. “Then let’s go through our budget later and see how we go about it,” I offer. “I don’t want you to spend all your money.”

“Alright! Something to plan.” She smiles happily. “I love planning.

“Good, you can do that while I study.”

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