All Chapters of Beta's Twin Mates: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Waiting at the docks for my cousins and their mates to return from the heat island was uncomfortable. Thankfully, it wasn’t a big affair. I mean, there were several of us waiting, but Finn and Lorna were the only ones of rank from Ironfur present. The bulk of us waiting were all heading to Nebrodi today. I didn’t know how their arrival would go down, leaving me almost as anxious as I was about getting on a jet soon. Finn and Lorna were sticking to one side while Damon stood on the other next to the ever-silent but imposing Ivan, leaving me, Gunnar, and Zoe in the middle. Well, Zoe, not so much. She talked to her dad, reviewing the flight itinerary and precautions for transporting Primo and Livia to Sicily. I wanted to clear the air, at least a bit, especially when I saw a boat headed our way. “So, let’s just all get on the same page. By order of their Alphas, Primo and Livia must return to Sicily. If Ashley or Dean don’t like this, they are shit out of luck because their mates are pa

I had been worried about how the flight would go. Even with Henrik expressing interest in trying my distraction plan, I knew there was a chance it would fail. We had alternate plans at the ready. If my plan hadn’t worked, he would’ve let Pollux have control since the fear is his, not his wolf’s. And as much as I’d have liked to spend time with Pollux, I’m glad it didn’t come to that. I won’t say I cured Henrik’s fear of flying. I’m not that stupid. You can’t just fix something like that with a snap of your fingers. I managed to distract and tire him out, so the panic didn’t take root. And no, it wasn’t a fourteen-hour fuck fest. I might have a high sex drive, and as werewolves, we all have great stamina, but even when the spirit is willing, the flesh does get weak. So there was cuddling and napping as little breaks and intermissions. Our flight taxied second onto the small airstrip built where the three packs connected. Papa’s jet landed first with Ivan and the prisoners… people of i

Thankfully, the drive from the airport went well. Chesed tried to rear his ugly head, but I handled him. I wouldn’t let him give my mates any shit or try to scare them with his driving. I want to protect them from that while I can. Goddess knows Kat will eventually get them in a car while she is driving, and like the rest of us, they’ll forever fear being in a car when she drives. We arrived at the Nebrodi patrol office with a plan. My mates would monitor their cousins to ensure they didn’t interfere with what needed to be done. I hoped the McBroom siblings wouldn’t cause problems, but better to be safe than sorry. As we pulled up behind the other cars, it was apparent who drove Tie and Kat’s SUV based on Dean’s pale and frightened expression as he stood with Livia. Of course, Kat was driving. Tie likes to drive, but when Kat decides she’s doing anything, nobody can stop her. She’s even more stubborn when pregnant, so there was no hope of compromise. Kat driving also explained how th

The air in Sicily has been tense. Okay, that might be a bit dramatic of me, but it feels that way to my family. Ersilia is out there somewhere plotting against Alexander. She has his sperm, super gross, and her great-granddaughter Domitilla. All she needs is the blue moon to take a second shot at forcing this damn prophecy. There was less than a week before the next blue moon, and every day that brought us closer to it created more unease amongst the ranked wolves in the packs. We’ve been in Nebrodi for three weeks, and it feels like we’ve made zero progress. Livia has been showing Dean around Nebrodi and waiting until she can return to Ironfur. Primo is under house arrest in Madonie with Ashley until Ersilia is found, and then… I don’t know what André will do with him. I only know that Kat lifted the magic Ersilia was using on him to keep him safe, not that Ersilia has shown herself in all this time. This lack of even a clue to where she went was pissing me off. Okay, it’s pissing u

I know Zoe shut down the possibility of her being pregnant, and logically, I know the likelihood of it is very low, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. What if she is pregnant? Would it be mine or Gunnar’s? Does it matter? What would a kid call us? How would they differentiate who they call dad? ‘Stop worrying about it. There are plenty of names for male parental figures. One of you can be Dad and the other Papa like Zoe’s cousin and his mate. And no, it won’t matter who genetically is the father. Any pup of Zoe’s is ours.’ Pollux rolled his eyes. I knew he was right but couldn’t stop thinking about it, even as we followed Isadora to the large dining room of her home, where the rest of the family were seated. Despite being in Sicily for almost a month, Damon is the only person at the table I feel I know to any degree because he was in Ironfur. There hasn’t been a lot of time since we got here to play the getting to know the in-laws’ game. ‘I don’t think their plan is for you