The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
I bury my face against his shoulder, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as the tremors I’ve been hiding finally start to bleed out of me.
It really is different, being a twin. It’s more than just shared blood or a matching face; it’s the profound, bone-deep realization that you aren’t alone in your own skin. Standing there, held by the only person who has known me since before we were even born, the weight on my chest finally starts to lift.
”Aiden, I want you to meet Alex... my mate. Alex, this is my twin brother, Aiden.”
I can feel the weight of the word mate hanging in the air, thick and undeniable.