Fated to the Twin Alphas

Calista

I had never truly felt loved, not even by the mother who helped raise me after I was found by the Luna of our pack. But I had him. Armin, the Alpha’s son. My soon-to-be mate.

“Calista!” my mother's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. She sounded impatient—but I knew who it was, it had to be him. I was already dressed. I left the clothes I was folding in a heap and ran downstairs.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Armin grinned the moment he saw me. I ran into his arms. He lifted me easily, twirling me around like he always did, and kissed my cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear. I giggled. That was Armin—always sweet. Always mine. 

“You saw me yesterday,” I teased, my cheeks already burning. 

“Lovebirds,” my mother muttered, snapping me back to reality. Armin had always visited, and she was fond of him. But she never failed to caution me about getting too attached.

“Remember his wolf has to choose you,” she would say, always out of nowhere. 

“Mum, please can I go with Armin? Maria is throwing a get-together before our mating ceremony tomorrow…” I clutched her arm, my voice bubbling with excitement.

“All our friends will be there. Please… please,” I begged, giving her my signature weapon—my innocent, pleading baby face. It always worked.

“Please, Mrs. Wilson,” Armin chimed in. “I’ll bring her home before dark.”

She let out a soft sigh. “Fine,” she said softly before heading for the stairs. 

“Everyone’s waiting, we have to hurry,” Armin said as he scooped me up with ease and carried me out. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

We arrived at the bonfire at Norway’s End—a place rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of lost witches. But we young wolves, we loved danger. It made everything feel more alive. 

This wasn’t just a little get-together. There were countless unfamiliar faces, mostly Armin’s friends.

“Calista!” Maria’s voice rang from across the field. She stood beside Kaelith, his arms locked tightly around her waist. Those two were always like that even before they were officially mated. Maria said that there was a constant pull towards fated mates. 

That’s what I wanted with Armin— a bond so obvious the world couldn't ignore it. That way, I would no longer be just a stranger with no biological parents, I would have a blood tie to the Moon Crest Pack and finally belong. 

“Calista, you made it!” Maria beamed, as she pulled me into a warm hug. Then she was off with Kaelith again, kissing like I wasn't standing next to them. 

“Come on,” Armin said, tugging gently at my hand. “Let’s go dance.”

He pulled me into the crowd, placing my arms around his shoulders as his hands settled at my waist. I tried to keep my gaze locked on him, but I could feel the eyes of the crowd as we danced, knowing they disliked me, especially now that I was with the son of the Alpha, the most handsome boy in Ashvale. 

“Focus on me, love,” he whispered, drawing me closer. His warm breath rested softly on my cheek, carrying a hint of mint. 

“I told you their stares mean nothing! You’re mine, and I'm yours,” he said softly before placing his lips on mine. His kiss was soft and sweet, and then he bit my lip lightly, sending shivers down my spine.  

I could feel the heat rising from my core, as he gripped my neck. I wanted more, but I had to restrain myself. By tomorrow, we could do so much more than kissing. 

“Armin…” I moaned, before pulling back slightly. My face was already hot. 

We danced, laughed, and took a few shots of wine—well, more than a few. Armin had swiped wine from his father’s stash, and everyone knew the Alpha Hale had good taste. With every shot my vision became blurred, and everything spun. 

As soon as it got dark Armin tugged at my arm, “we need to leave now,” he said, kissing my cheek. 

“Really? Can we stay a little longer?” I pleaded. 

“No love, I made a promise to your Mom, remember?” He said softly, trying to convince me. 

I turned to Maria who was standing next to me. My face was already sad. 

“Bye, babes. Can't wait for your big day tomorrow,” She smiled, kissing my cheek.

“Hop on,” Armin said playfully, crouching down for me. I knew he just wanted to cheer me up. I giggled, letting him carry me on his back. 

“Ooouu…” came the teasing sound from the crowd.

I buried my face in his neck, and my heart almost exploded. He always liked making me feel shy with all his playful gestures in public. 

When we got to my house, my mother was already at the door, arms folded. I couldn’t hear everything they said, but I knew she was furious. The last thing I caught was Armin’s voice—soft, apologetic, “Sorry, Mrs. Wilson.”

Then he carried me up to my room.

“Good night, babe,” he whispered, tucking me under my sheets.

I held onto his arm.

“I can’t wait to be yours tomorrow,” I said, pressing my lips to his one last time.

He smiled faintly before slipping out of the room. The ache in my head made me shut my eyes, and before I knew it, darkness gently claimed me.

*******

I woke up the next day around noon. I had slept all morning, and Mom had let me. The thought of what today was, made warmth flood my heart. I stumbled downstairs in search of food.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” Mom said with a smile. She seemed more chipper than usual, almost... excited.

“I need to get dressed,” I said eagerly, as I grabbed a bowl of diced fruit on the table. 

“Remember dear…” she hadn't finished what she wanted to say before I cut in. 

“I know, Mom, his wolf has to choose me,” I said, smiling. 

“But who else would he choose? We are madly in love,” I winked at her before heading back upstairs. 

When I arrived at Frostpine Ridge, the entire Moon Crest pack was gathered. I spotted Armin instantly, he stood at the center of the field. Our eyes met, and he smiled. A warm sensation of reassurance filled my heart.

As the moon rose high into the sky, eclipsing everything in silver light, Alpha Hale let out a powerful howl, signaling the beginning of Armin’s first shift. Maria held my hands firmly as I watched him with bated breath, nerves coiling in my stomach. 

After minutes of painful shifting—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, his wolf emerged. Large. Grey. Majestic, with bright blue eyes. He threw his head back and howled. A future Alpha in the making. 

The crowd fell silent.

“Go, now!” Maria said, pushing me forward. I stepped out, just a little. Fear weakening my knees. 

His eyes found me immediately, and that felt like a really good sign. He started walking toward me, slow and steady. I inched forward too, my breath heavy with each step I took.  

A hundred eyes were on me, but that wouldn’t matter once Armin marked me. He stopped in front of me. My heart pounded so loud I could barely breathe.

This was it.

Then

He sneezed.

Turned.

And walked away.

A loud gasp filled the air. 

My head spun instantly as the noise in the background faded into my heartbeat. 

Wait, that wasn’t what Maria said would happen. “Once he shifts, his wolf will sense you instantly. He’ll sniff you and place his head on yours, and the bond will be official. It always happens like that,” she had whispered last night.

What in the name of Freya was happening?

“Armin!!” I screamed as he bolted toward the forest.

What was he doing?

My chest tightened. Tears blurred my vision and my knees gave out as fear crept up my spine. My whole body trembled.

Did he just... reject me?

Why?