Page 44 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“My family is of Egyptian heritage,” she answers, still eyeing him skeptically.

“So am I.” He frowns. “Or so I have heard. My sister is currently researching our origins. But it seems we traveled far until we reached a pack in the north.”

Right, I completely forgot that Arman and his sister Leila weren’t always part of that shitty pack. They came by ship and were the sole survivors. Both of them lycans with alpha blood in them. Ever since they returned, Arman took his duties as the beta’s mate in Moon Blood while his sister is traveling between packs to learn more about where they came from.

Cassiopeia stares at Arman in surprise. “You are a lycan,” she mutters. “Something rings a bell… I think my aunt once talked about a pack led by a few lycans. The only one of its kind.”

“What was so special about it?” Arman wants to know.

“They were not homogenous,” Cassiopeia explains. “A pack with many different shifters.”

Elodie blinks. “That’s very unusual.” Her eyes widen. “With that lead, we can find out more about where you came from for sure!”

Arman’s expression remains composed and neutral, but there is hope flashing in his eyes. “Would you tell me her name?” he asks Cassiopeia once more.

“Of course.” She nods. “Her name is Auset.”

At that mention, both Henry and Arman gasp in surprise, making the rest of us stare at them. “What’s wrong?” Cassiopeia stutters.

“Auset is another name for Isis!” Henry exclaims.

“Could it be a coincidence?” Marcel asks.

“No, it’s too much to be a coincidence,” Arman says shortly, taking a chair and sitting down next to Auset. He looks up at her niece. “I would like to try something,” he asks her.

Cassiopeia’s eyes are wide, all kinds of emotions swirling through them… and it’s almost as if I can read the many questions she has; nevertheless, she nods reluctantly. “Only if it won’t hurt her.”

Arman shows her an encouraging smile. “I will be careful.”

16

Labyrinth of Memories

*ARMAN*

Icanseethedoubt in the female werecat’s eyes.

Cassiopeia is a jaguar, and although I have no memory of my times before Blood Snow, I know that jaguars are rare, majestic shifters, even rarer than lions.

I know she probably thinks I’m up to no good or that I might hurt her aunt in the process. I can’t put it into words, but something draws me to that older woman, to Auset, like an invisible string.

Ever since Alpha Celine had summoned Marcel and me to go and help the two sets of twins, I was wondering as to why I was needed. Why did the ancient witch ask for me in particular? Now that I’m here, all my doubts have been chased away by the mere fact that I feel like I know this woman. Her niece said she knew my former pack, and although there is no guarantee it’s really my parents she is talking about, I have no doubts about it.

Even my lycan is more vocal than usual.

There is something about her presence,Khaldun claims while stirring slightly in my mind. He is a regal lycan, composed and rather quiet. I’ve heard that it’s quite unusual for a lycan with alpha blood to be that way, but I’m not someone to chat a lot, and he isn’t, either. We both prefer it that way. Most of the time, Khaldun remains a presence in my mind without interfering a lot.

When he does, however, it always means something.

Auset,Khaldun continues.I don’t know who she is. But us being here can’t be a coincidence. We are supposed to help this group research a mystery that leads to some deities… Isis is apparently one of them, and now this woman carries one of her alternative names. It has to all be connected somehow.

Do you think our gift will work on her?I frown. I’ve only ever used it on sleeping people, and even there, I hardly have experience. My beautiful mate volunteered, but most of the time, we are asleep together, and I don’t want to invade her mind just like that. It feels wrong.

Being in a coma is not so different from sleeping, is it?

It’s very different,I mutter.

Nevertheless, it’s worth a try.

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