Lycan Luna's Rogue Twin Alphas

-Ashelene- Have you ever run so far and fast that you forgot who you were once, until everything was nothing, until your own memory of yourself is distorted, out of shape? I had been trying to find myself, the girl I had once been... but in trying to find that, I realized, I had lost more of me. "Philosophy? Right now?" Mei scoffed. She looked unimpressed. "You always get philosophical when you are drunk out of your mind. You need to get it together." She was right. I was drunk and I never made good decisions when I was drunk. I do stupid things... Like trying to kiss my brother's best friend. I winced a little at that memory. Sometimes I wished I could erase that part of my life, but I realized that it was a part that... just wouldn't go away no matter how far I ran. My head hit against the back of the door as he --I didn't remember his name-- thrust his tongue inside me. He looked sexy in the dim lighting when I realized I didn't want to spend tonight alone. In the bright light, I wasn't very sure. Four weeks ago, I found my boyfriend with a girl. She was a stranger, but of course, his grunts were so familiar. Weston. Bella set us up. He was sexy as hell, he was everything a girl could have asked for, and yet.... He looked at me after a second and sighed. He pulled out of her, and I heard the wet sound of his c*ck sliding out of her p*ssy. He asked her to leave and she did after complaining about it for a while. "You are cold and broken, Ash, and I can't fix you. You are smiling..." And I realized I really was smiling. Why the f**k was I smiling? "Even now, there is no anger in you. Why the hell are we even together?" WHY? I didn't know. Maybe it was because he was easy and available. "I can't waste my time with you, knowing that it isn't going anywhere," he had said and motioned me to get out of his apartment. It was like he planned this perfectly. He could have just told me he was breaking up with me. He didn't have to go all this extra mile just to break up with me. But either way, I didn't care. He wasn't wrong, though. He was wasting his time, and so was I. The s*x was good, but nothing else was. "Is she-" "She doesn't matter. Apparently, that is how you feel about me. Bye, Ash. I won't be going with you to France, obviously." Obviously. And here I was, in the city of love, and there was no love for me. New country, new food, culture and language. It had always been my dream, to explore, to travel. To eat everything in the world, but something was always missing. "Because this isn't THE dream," Mei said. "Kissing random strangers in a new country. It isn't like you, Ashelene." "Well. What a pity," I said with a sarcastic grin as the man cupped my ass and pulled me closer to his erection. Oh, he was hard, but I was as dry as the deserts of Sahara. He moaned as his tongue snaked into mine, and I only felt disgust. The sound he made was like a wet slurping sound. Finn would often drink his juice just to annoy me. I was like a log as he kissed me, touched me, and he didn't care, but then why would he care about me, this random f*****g wh*re he picked up in a bar? Of course. "Magnifique. You taste..." Of f**k it. Even his French sounded like a hard nail against a chalkboard. "Get out," I pushed him away and he looked bewildered as he took a step back. Like every time I tried, this time wasn't working either. Since Weston and I broke up, I realized men just couldn't do it for me. "And yet you go around, picking up strangers in the bar. Just stop and go back home." "Home is not where I want to be right now," I said. Not yet. I had three days before I had to leave. The nameless stranger stuttered as he looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I think I really did. He grumbled something in French before he walked out of the bathroom. After two minutes, I followed him out. I pulled my crinkled silk blouse down with a disgusted frown. I should just become a nun by this point. "The f**k are you even thinking? Well, you aren't thinking. That is the problem. You never think," Mei said with a grunt. She had been ranting for a while now. I shook my head as I walked back to my table and ordered another whiskey. It was obvious my p*ssy was broken. I took a sip of my whiskey when I felt eyes on me. "Jacques isn't to your taste, eh, gorgeous? He is so overcooked. You need something... hard, and I can be a good palette cleanser," a dark, velvety voice said. I trembled as something unexplained passed along my skin. Mei perked up inside me, suddenly not so lecture-y. She wasn't ranting anymore. She was just as speechless as me. His voice was like a dark, seductive caress. I didn't even know how he looked, but something slumbering inside me woke up with a shudder. My body felt like it was caught on fire. Everything in me was alive for the first time in a long, long time. And he had only said a very bad, very cringey pick-up line. I would normally have scoffed. But my tongue is not working right now. I turned around to meet glittering violet eyes studying me with a kind of intensity that set my nerves on fire. Everything about him screamed dangerous. Powerful. He was not Human. A werewolf. I licked my lips and took another sip of my drink. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirsty for him. For more. "Palette cleanser?" I quirked my brows, trying so hard not to sound too needy, and he shrugged. "You had such a disgusted look on your face as if you had eaten something vile when you came out." "I have. He slobbered. When dogs do it, it is cute..." He chuckled. Low and erotic. His sultry eyes glinted. He was tall, and he stood there like he owned the bar and me. I didn't know whether he owned the bar or not, but for now, he could own me. "I don't. I am a great kisser," he said with a teasing smile. "Hmm..." I said as I met his flirty eyes. His eyes never went lower than my eyes, but somehow I felt his look everywhere. My breasts tingled and my n.ipples tightened, begging for those sinfully full lips around them. The look in his violet eyes made me want to strip right there and beg him to take me, take me in front of the whole crowd, make me feel something again. Anything. It had been too long. I wanted to scream his name out, whatever his name was. I wanted to feel like a woman. Dirty, sexy, wanton woman. My heart pounded. My body ached. Maybe if I begged, he would give me what I wanted, what he wanted. Something dirty and fun. Addictive. My body craved it, craved him. "I can make you forget him." His eyes were gleaming. I started at his lips. Thick and full. So tempting. And I knew he could. He wouldn't need even a second to do that. He licked his lips and I instinctively licked mine, leaning closer to him. He was still standing and I felt myself closer to the bulge in his pants. He hissed when he realised how close I was to his arousal. From the look in his eyes, and the dent in his pants, he already wanted me just as desperately as I wanted him. "Shut the f**k up. Nobody is falling for your cheesy line, Neon. Where the hell is Knox? He shouldn't let you run rampant," another equally sinful voice said. I turned to the side to see gray eyes sparkling with danger as he looked down at me with a frown. He looked angry and frustrated. I felt another shot of lust rippling inside me, just as strong as the first one was. My legs trembled. He looked like an exact replica of the man. Except the eyes and the hair. Neon had longer hair, and violet eyes. "They don't have a pack mark. And the one who is talking-- well, calling it talking is stupid. The one who is f*****g you with his mind..." she groaned as if she had just realized what she said. "He is a wolf," Mei said with an intrigued look in her eyes. She was starting to feel the effect these men had on my body, too. I stared at their wrists and realized Mei was right. When you were connected to a pack, every member of the pack would have the bite of the Alpha near their wrists, which would morph into a tattoo of a sort, to know that the wolf was connected to a pack. These men were rogues. Hot as hell rogues, and the desert --yes, my p*ssy-- wasn't so dry anymore. It was an ocean now. f**k me. I knew they both could smell me, smell how aroused I was. "Go away, Rhett. Nobody wants you here," Neon said with a dangerous growl. They looked the same, but I knew... if I saw them somewhere, I would instantly feel them, know them. They had distinct scents, distinct ways they walked and talked. Even their energies were different. They were pretty unique in their own way. A part of something totally different, and yet the same. Like they somehow completed each other. I want him here, too... I thought. Even with his derisive eyes and stubborn lips, I wanted both of them here. I wanted both of them inside me, using me, branding me, fu.cking me. I wanted to be used in ways I hadn't been before. I gulped. What the hell was I even thinking? This wasn't like me. I shook my head, trying so hard to get my head together, but no. I just couldn't stop these scandalous thoughts running inside my head. This was... Madness. I must be going batshit crazy. But I was too drunk, both on their scents and alcohol, to even care. I thought my p*ssy was broken when Weston and I broke up. But it looked like my p*ssy was just waiting for the right c*ck. C*cks? f**k. This was beyond madness. Have you ever run so far that you stumbled into a version of yourself you never knew you would want to be? Tonight I wanted to be theirs. I wanted to submit to them, and let them dominate me. And I was... Usually the dominating type. I liked to be in control. "And my lines are working, aren't they? I could already smell how aroused you are, little wolf." Rhett's eyes widened and I saw how he instinctively took in a deep breath and his lips parted in a gasp as he looked me in the eyes... "Do you smell my arousal?" I breathed out as I looked at Rhett, softly tracing his features with my eyes. f**k, I wouldn't normally have said such preposterous words, but for one night, I was going to embrace this madness. I wanted danger. I wanted to let this fire burn me. For tonight, I wanted to be more. I wanted to be everything. I had been nothing for a while. Rhett gulped. Neon smirked. "Oh, he can smell you, alright, and he likes how you smell. Don't you, Rhett? I can already feel Ewan going wild inside you, twin." !!! Timeline: This book is the second book of the Moon Bonds series. The first book is titled : Betrayed Luna's Second Chance Alphas. It is advised to read the book to understand the characters better, but you can also just skip and read this story, too, because it is written as a standalone (but also as a part of the series.) This book starts two years after the first book ends. Ages of the characters: Ashelene - 21 Knox and Rhett - 24 ... Bella - 22 Dean - 25 (if he lives :p) ... Finn - 24 ... Riley - 24 and half. Roman - 27 Adrian - 26