Forbidden Love Affair With My Twin Mates

Zara sat quietly across the table as she watched the mating ceremony planner enthusiastically flip through her notebook.

Freshly cut roses and lavender samples filled the air, and the golden glow of the afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of the Alpha’s residence.

Every detail of their ceremony was being sorted and arranged, and though Zara was grateful for the care and attention, she couldn’t help but feel a little out of place.

“Lilac and gold” the planner declared, holding up a piece of shimmering fabric and a delicate bouquet tied with a golden ribbon. “It’s symbolic for prosperity and eternal unity which is truly fitting for the son of the Alpha and his mate,”

Zara smiled faintly, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She felt out of her element in such a setting, surrounded by luxury and tradition. It wasn’t her world, not really.

Her mother’s reputation still lingered in the air like a shadow, even if no one dared to say anything outright. A promiscuous woman who had somehow found favor with the Beta. 

Zara had grown up hearing whispers, feeling the judgment in the eyes of others. She never let it show, but it had shaped her. She was determined to prove that she was more than her mother’s daughter, and that she was worthy of being Jackson’s mate.

“You don’t like it?” Jackson asked softly beside her, breaking her train of thought. His dark eyes were fixed on her, his eyes carrying a little teasing look. 

“What?” she asked, clearly startled.

“The colors,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “You’re probably thinking about whether you can stomach a room full of lilac and gold for hours aren’t you?”

Zara's face reddened with embarrassment, her cheeks warming under his gaze. He always saw through her so easily, peeling back her defenses like layers of an onion. “No, it’s... lovely” she said, though her hesitation betrayed her.

The planner joyfully clapped her hands, not even noticing the drama playing out between them. “Lovely! It's settled then. I'll make the final floral arrangements alongside the table settings.”

Zara wasn't entirely convinced of it all, but she nodded still in a polite manner. Jackson however seemed to be enjoying himself, relaxed on the chair with his hands dangling lazily over the backrest and watching her with amusement.

As the planner gathered her materials and prepared to leave, Zara felt Jackson’s hand brush against hers under the table. It was a brief touch but the effect was electric. His touch always had that effect over her no matter how many times they kissed or touched.

As soon as the planner left, Jackson turned fully to her with inquisitive eyes. “You know you don't just have to agree to everything right? Just because she's an expert doesn't mean you have to wear lilac and gold as she says, you can always pick something else.”

Zara loved the affection in his eyes. “I don’t hate it,” She said quickly. “I just... I don’t want to mess anything up,”

He frowned. “Mess what up? Zara this is our ceremony, It’s about us and not the colors, or the flowers, or what anyone else thinks.”

Her fingers twisted in her laps as she looked away. “I know Jackson, I just want everything to be perfect for you” she said softly.

“For us” Jackson corrected, his voice all calm and supportive. “And it already is, because it’s you and me, don’t forget that.”

Zara felt a lump rise in her throat at his words. She nodded, swallowing hard as she looked up at him. His face was so familiar, so comforting, and yet it still took her breath away. Before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it still felt new and pulsating. His lips were warm and firm against hers, and he cupped her face gently as if she were something precious.

When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

“You’re amazing you know that?” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers.

She gave him the warmest of smiles. “Only because I have you babe,” her voice was a bit shaky, but it carried pure sincerity.

He chuckled softly as he began brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll remind you of that when you’re yelling at me for leaving my boots in the middle of the room once we're fully mated,”

Zara laughed. She couldn't help herself… he made her feel that way. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Jackson stood up and stretched lazily, glancing towards the door. “I should probably get back to my room now, I've seen enough flowers and fabric with bright colours for one day. My head's starting to hurt” he added.

“Awww, my poor baby,” Zara teased, grinning at him.

“Laugh all you want,” he said, giggling. “But I’ll have you know that lilac and gold are exhausting colors.”

Before she could respond, he bent down and kissed her forehead, holding it for a moment before pulling away. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight” she said softly, watching as he left the room. His perfect frame vanishing down the corridor, taking some of the smile on her face along with him.

For a moment, she simply sat there basking in the warmth of their time together. But then a sudden memory jolted her….. His father.

She sat up straight as her heart skipped a beat. Earlier that day, she had overheard the Alpha speaking with the Beta about needing to see Jackson first thing in the morning. It had sounded urgent…. serious even.

“Oh no” Zara muttered to herself. She had meant to tell Jackson before he left, but had gotten so caught up in the moment that it had completely slipped her mind.

She stood quickly, intending to go after him, but then hesitated. He was probably already in his room by now, and she didn’t want to disturb him. It could wait until morning, she decided. She’d tell him as soon as she saw him.

But however she couldn't bring herself to stop thinking about it, what if it was really very urgent and could have a negative effect on Jackson?.

Making up her mind, she hurried off to his room. 

As Zara approached, she could hear muffled sounds and panting coming from his room. 

Was something wrong with Jackson? 

Alarmed, she hurried up to his door, pushing it wide open without knocking. 

And what she saw knocked the breath right out of her. 

Directly in front of her was her mother,

naked on top of Jackson, and riding him like her life depended on it.