Chapter 8


    ~Tia~


    *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*


    *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*


    *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*


    At first, I thought it was a part of my dream, this annoying knocking. I turned over multiple times, hoping


    it would go away. It was the knock on my bedroom wall that got me moving. ‘WOULD YOU ANSWER


    THE DAMN DOOR?!’


    “So….sorry.” I swear, sometimes I hate living in an apartment, and I hate living around so many


    humans. Don’t get me wrong; I have no issue with humans at all. It’s just we are different creatures,


    and some of the things that irritate them are small and petty, in my opinion.


    I throw the covers back and try to put my feet into my teddy bear slippers. I’m groggy and still sleepy.


    There is too much on my mind to be able to sleep soundly. I make my way to the door, the knocking


    getting louder with each step. I have no idea who the hell would be at my door. Maybe it’s my dad, and


    he will sit here and force me to reject the twins. Maybe it’s the Alpha and Luna, and they will demand


    that I reject their sons.


    I reach the door and start to undo the locks and chains. “Okay, okay……keep your pants on. Give me a


    minute.” The knocking finally stops, and I send up a silent thank you. I open the door, and my voice


    gets stuck in my throat. I must be seeing things, or I must be asleep still. How is it that I open the door,


    and those two are standing in front of me? Lincoln and Landon……..my mates……at my apartment. I


    look down at myself and squeak. I quickly m the door shut and run back into my room. There is no


    way I can talk to them looking like this.


    ~Lincoln~


    I have no idea how long we have been knocking, but it feels like forever. Landon and I are taking turns,


    but she hasn’t appeared yet. Her car is parked in the parking lot, so we figure she is here somewhere.


    We annoy the neighbors with the noise, but neither of us cares.


    Finally we hear the locks and her sweet voice telling us to give her a minute. The door swings open,


    and her scent hits me like a freight train; lcs and sandalwood. I take a deep breath and take in the


    sight in front of me. Tia has on the cutest teddy bear slippers. I’m sure on anyone else they would look


    childish, but not on my mate. She is wearing a silk short set, deep blue in color. The shorts are short,


    and the top looks like one of those camisoles or something. I have no idea about woman’s fashion; I


    just know her n*****s are hard and pushing against the fabric. One of her straps is hanging down her


    arm, which is dropping the front of her top. Her braids are up in a messy bun on top of her head. She


    has sleep in her eyes, and she is yawning.


    Tia looks up at us and seems to freeze. Next thing we know, the door is shut in our faces. I look at


    Landon, and he looks as mesmerized as I just was. Landon shakes his head a bit and looks at me.


    Neither of us quite knows what to do at this point. Do we force our way in, or do we wait and hope she


    comes back to the door? We don’t have to think about it for long because a minute or twoter, the


    door opens again. This time, Tia has on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with a ck, long sleeve shirt.


    She ditched the slippers for a pair of long ck socks. She looks just as good now as she did a minute


    ago.


    “Wh….what are you two doing here?” I lean against the door frame, looking Tia up and down. I can feel


    my body responding to the sight, and my mind is going wild with everything I would love to do to her.


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    “You left without so much as a goodbye and we wanted to find out what was going on.” Thank the


    Goddess for my brother because I’m not sure that I could have formed a coherent sentence just then. I


    clear my throat and try to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind.


    “Can we, please,e in?” Tia turns her head to me and then back at Landon before stepping back


    and opening the door wider. I step in first and take a look at the ce. It is decent, I guess. There isn’t


    much in terms of decorations. She has her basics, and there are pictures of her, Lynn, and Mark. I did


    notice one picture of her and her mom but no other pictures of the family.


    I walk toward the couch and plop down. Landon takes a seat in the armchair off to the side. Tia stands


    by the door with her arms crossed, staring at us. I smirk at her. “Uh, maybe you want to close the door


    and sit down. You can sit next to Lincoln or myp is avable.” The shocked look on Tia’s face is


    priceless.


    Good one, L. He chuckles back in the mindlink. Tia closes the door andes into the room. She


    doesn’t sit; instead, she stands in the middle of the room, looking at both of us.


    ~Tia~


    Okay….okay! Just be cool, Tia. No need to do anything crazy and no need to flip out. The future


    Alphas of my pack are sitting in my living room. There are also my mates……my sexy a*s


    mates…..STOP! Just stop…..just be cool.


    “Uh, are you okay over there? Are you sure you don’t want to sit down?” Lincoln is looking at me with


    concern. I guess my internal monologue put a look on my face that causes worry. Landon has leaned


    forward in the chair, looking at me with concern as well. I swallow and try to put a neutral look on my


    face.


    “I’m, uh….I’m fine. So wh…..what are you two doing here?” The twins look at each other and look back


    at me. “Look just do it and be done already. There is no point in drawing this out.”


    “What are you talking about? Draw what out?” Landon settles back in the chair while Lincoln starts to


    look a bit panicked.


    “It’s simple, Linc. She thinks we are here to reject her.” Lincoln looks at Landon, then settles back on


    the couch. I look between the two of them, wondering what their n is. “Why don’t you tell us why you


    left without a word.” I sigh and start to pace back and forth. I guess there is no reason not to tell them


    what’s going on. Maybe they will hurry up and do what they came here to do. There is no need to


    procrastinate. I want to get the pain over with as soon as possible.


    “My……my dad found out we were mates. He ordered me to reject you two.” Two growls, strong


    enough to shake the walls, pierce the quiet room. I don’t look at either of them; my eyes are stuck on


    my feet instead. “Look, I get it. You two love my sisters and want them to be Lunas. That’s fine.” I look


    up and regret that choice instantly. I can feel the tears gather in my eyes, and looking at them threatens


    to break the dam and have them fall down my face. I look up at the ceiling, hoping to hold it all in. “Let’s


    just get this over with quickly,” I mumble.


    Sparks erupt on my arm driving heat to my core. I look down to see a set of hands rubbing my arm.


    The scent of lemon is strong, and Landon kisses me on my temple. My head is gently pulled away from


    Landon, and a kiss is ced on my forehead, grapefruit filling my nose. “We did note here to


    reject you.” I look Lincoln in the eyes and see nothing but sincerity.


    “We were worried when we awoke and you weren’t there. We have already told our parents as well as


    the twins that we have found our mate. The ceremony has been postponed until we can get you back


    home where you belong.” Home? When has that pack ever been home to me? My father and sisters


    made it impossible for that pack to feel like home.


    I step away from my mates, Andricia whimpering at my action. “That ce is not my home. It never has


    been. No one cares that I haven’t been there in years, and no one would want me as Luna.” I walk


    away from the twins and head to the kitchen. This is all a lot to deal with, and I need a drink.


    Unfortunately, I don’t have any alcohol in my house. I’ve never been one for drinking, and regr


    alcohol does nothing to me anyway. I sigh and grab a soda from the fridge. It isn’t liquor, but it will


    distract me for a while.


    I turn away from the fridge to be met with two pairs of chocte-brown eyes. “We don’t care what


    anyone thinks. You are our mate and we n to have you by our side. Anyone who doesn’t agree can


    leave our pack.”


    “You can’t promise that, Lincoln. You can’t make people ept me.”